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
More info: http://www.outskirtspress.com/ernestopangilinansantiago
Poem
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.
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Poem
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Forgetful Poe(t)
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | PoetryForgetful 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 Godfather
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | PoetryThe 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 Life
By: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago | 01/10/2007 | PoetrySweet 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