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Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago is a poet/immigrant living in Athens, Greece.
He is the author of a poetry book “The Walking Man”, published by Outskirtspress.com Sort By: Date | Popularity
 Useful Tips on Writing Rhyme Incorporated PoetryA "Rhyme Incorporated" is a poetic form meaning "incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems" in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts. How to Write a Fiboquatro Poem?The Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with an abab rhyming scheme. Listen to My WhisperListen To My Whisper
Gee, there’s a beautiful muse
And it is there… in my head
Sometimes, it is in my heart
It is always there
And, it whirlwinds
Within me
I let it flutter down
Like a yellow butterfly, nestling
On my candle-shaped finger
With a silver quill
It was written, now it's a poem
To behold, forever
I wow myself
Like I used to do, when I was 7
And I am so pleased
To be here, as a whisperer---
Cheerfully, whispering unto thee
The beauty, my aging brain sees PoemPoem
Once, I was a poem---
A memory of a rose, ever-watchful
Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air.
Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem---
The art of your heart;
‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cos that’s what I am.
The poem and I---fourteen lines
Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights;
Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breathe.
A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote
Of me, but that was before…
You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse. Forgetful Poe(t)Forgetful Poe(t)
If you don’t want to speak,
Why did you call me!?
You’re disturbing me, honey
You know, I’m really busy;
I’ve a poem to finish, about us.
Ok, come to my place,
If you want;
By the time you be here,
Surely, I’m done with my writings.
Speak, O speak to me now,
I can’t let this poem go…
Fluttering to an unknown grave.
So serious, you are?
As if I’ve done something wrong,
What’s up honey, bad mood?
No, nothing, O my dear Poe(t);
I just waited for you, for hours.
You’ve forgotten our date! The GodfatherThe Godfather
I’m a man, just simply a man;
Once a child---with no other distinction;
I am neither your first son nor last.
I cannot alter what God has planned,
Nor stop sun to shine,
Nor stop the rain he’s cast.
So I seek a solution to the paradigm
Of angst, and joy of life;
Of the person I should be now.
Thou, life’s full of mystery, and of misery;
You were there to give me hope and dignity;
No wonder I always love to be with you.
But, when God decided…
We couldn’t say, “No!”
You left me with his everlasting glory.
As time passes, I realize the greatness of
Love and joy on the day of my friend’s son;
I became like you---a loving godfather. Sweet Petals of LifeSweet Petals of Life
There are times---
I fall, unwittingly
and ‘cos of this, I want you to be near
…for when my body trembles, give me the courage
…for when my mind is confused, enlighten me
…for when my memory is lost, remind me of me
If ever I fall---
deeper into the abyss of darkness
lift me, with laughter’s of the day
And, if ever I weep again---
wash my sorrow, with hues of morn flowers
and dry my tears, with its sweet petals
Yes, I don’t want to live alone---
so this to you I ask, stay beside me
that I may not fall into the pangs of solitude O, Mother EarthO, Mother Earth
O, Mother Earth,
you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs
and full of olden lullabies,
sung by mountains and valleys
while rivers keep flowing through
the ever-changing seasons of life.
You speak the language
I hardly know,
but your silver touch
sends me a tingle,
that great joy and laughter
bejewel the lake of green.
Your yellow orb scattered
sparkly gems on the blue water
of a mesmerizing sea;
as for your majestic sky,
it wraps, gently, its arm around me
whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars.
O, Mother Earth,
take me to the fortress,
where kings and queens meet
and teach me…
the graceful dance
of the wind. Parenting: “how Can We Become Smart Parents?”Truth is most responsible and caring parents love to see their precious children to have a bright future, a well established career. Indeed, it is the prime duty of all parents to raise their children and provide them what they need in their life. Parents must serve as a good example or a role model for their children, because what they see from their parents, they will certainly do the same. MagdalenaMagdalena
Hey pretty girl, it’s your choice
If you decided sitting there alone, he said
Taking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with coke
He let the smoothness of it fills his throat.
But, can’t get your eyes out of me, she said
Having a continuous puff of her cigarette
In her candle like fingers;
Well, then you can join me, if you wish?
Really?
He asked;
His face brightens,
With hope.
Why?
Having a second thought of joining me,
If you want to meet me, have a seat
I’ll give you my address, she replied.
Yes, yes I like meeting you;
As he looked at her smiling
He said, I think I’m in love with you;
You’re so beautiful, young lady.
Oh please Mr., don’t corrupt my mind, she begged
I know you already belong to someone else;
I saw how you removed your wedding ring
And slide it secretly into your pocket.
Still want my address? She asked
See that convent, opposite this bar
That’s going to be my home; I belong to the Savior
And I’m going to meet him, today.
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