"Of poems posted in August"
At first, this person is ought to say that poetry has been part of his life for so long. And besides this month, there are some poems that had been made months ago but due to some obligations, particularly those of paperworks and some problems ought to encounter, he had not posted in this page right away until of this month, that as if conscience tells him to do so.
As for the poems, it seems that he is trying to break away from the usual form as he seemingly enjoying some non-lyrical ones, if not merging lyrical and those of non-lyrical in a sort of a creative experiment in making literary works like poetry.
And besides that, he seemed quite inspired these past months that made he compelled to do so.
"If there weren't you, Karina"
(inspired from Dino Merlin's song: "da te nije Alija")
There where the moon is, so is the stars
Glowing as I see, even it's apart
Thinking of my love, before I could rest
Amidst thy darkness I have to cling my heart
As I turn around and have seen your presence
Nightmares been broken through your loving voice
I close my eyes, I stretch out my hands,
I let my dreams sail away.
And you held my hand and carried me away
Floating over the nights, sailing hearts away
It wouldn't shine so vividly,
this beautiful maiden, cherished of mine,
I would call darkness as light,
if there weren't you, Karina
I felt all the fears, and been driven to tears
I feared all the world, for they've made me alone
I thought there would be none over me to listen
But there is, for you are, you've listened to me
And you held my hand and carried me away
Floating over the nights, sailing hearts away
It wouldn't shine so vividly,
this beautiful maiden, cherished of mine,
I would call darkness as light,
if there weren't you, Karina
Ne bi sjala ovako jako
Ova moja lijepa avlija
Ja bi svjetlo zvao mrakom
Da te nije Karina
"To Pam"
(Or all after seeing a picture and read its caption)
Some said that your beauty seemed intoxicating
But what I feel is that you are refreshing
The way it beats a feeling
Of hope over suffering
They compared you to booze but you're of a tea
For you aren't make one lose but makes one free
The charm of winter comes hope maybe
That makes one yearn for your love as I see
I feel the chill or even thrill
The mind as if blasts and gave me "feels"
Yes your beauty made me heal
For yours is as refreshing as an orange peel
"Of her warm love over the cold nights"
Despite feeling the cold nights
I still felt the warmth of your love
For I am inspired for all those times
To you, Karen my love
It may not been summer
Like the poem I had made months ago
But seems that the question that brought up sparks
Has suddenly made me felt your charm
That your friendliness, wit and kindness
A chivalrous dame amidst the era of harm
And if I recall those times,
Being with you comes happiness
A flame in my heart if not an ease in my mind
The way stories that I read so is the poems been made
Memories that perhaps never fade
And through your charming eyes
Like the dear lights of Manila
Burns in my heart tonight
And that till death hope our love blossoms
The way I have penned this lowly poem
Hope freedom will come no matter I am gone
For with your love I'll be everywhere
It may sound strange but as my heart compels
As if life is battlefield where one may survive or fell
Your love be like the warm breeze of old Manila
Or the cold mist of Sagada
Or even the starry nighttime over Barrio Ayala
You will know how to find me
For every one else I am but unknown
But when you hear this lowly work I have done
It comes from my heart, inspired by yours that can't be apart
And through your charming eyes
Like the fiery Maotai or soothing Ginebra
Burns in my heart tonight
And that till death hope our love blossoms
The way I have penned this lowly poem
Hope freedom will come no matter I am gone
For with your love I'll be everywhere
Despite feeling the cold nights
I still felt the warmth of your love
For I am inspired for all those times
To you, Karen my love
The cool breeze brings hope
As I recall those joyful times
If not trying to face nightmares
That creeps my struggling mind
Its wisp brought me a message
And as if it came from an old book's page
And it says:
Rise up from your slumber
You have a battle to wage.
Quite strange to hear those words
Maybe I've been preoccupied by everything Norse
If not listening to Power metal
And a series of battlefield noise
I have sketched a valkyrie earlier
And a day ago a poem
I have to make things done
As imagination flows till none
Soon the sound of yuletide has been commenced
Though the songs full of carols and cheers
If not the bells been rung earlier
For thar September makes time almost near
And I, who made this poem
Maybe inspired from a maiden known
Perhaps in my dreams she lifted my hand
As we float and wander in a place that's unknown.
Perhaps the cool breeze is her whisper
Warming my heart that is, alone.
But again I have to respond to her answer
For there is a battle that has to be done.