Edgar Rendon Eslit
Biography of Edgar Rendon Eslit
Hello there. I’m Edgar R. Eslit, a budding poet they say. Jokes in here. Well, seriously, poets please themselves. There is nothing to stop good writers producing work that they like reading. Or what they consider worth reading. A beginner may ask: Do I have the talent to make it as a writer? Tutors handle the matter tactfully, saying that determination is essential to unlock the depths of a writer’s personality and potential. But without increasing absorption, fascination and sheer pleasure in literary craftsmanship, that talent will never see the light of day. Native ability and hard work are essential to poetry, and pleasure is the stimulus to both. So, what’s in Poetry that I like most? Well, I believe poetry will lead us to the superior truth, versatile and wide-ranging, it’s a special mode of knowledge, and it has convenience as it gives sheer pleasure to me and my readers. All these simply give me a sense of fulfillment that somehow my poems are getting someone’s heart grow fonder. Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom. - Robert Frost.
Poets whom I really admire: Christopher Marlowe, Anthony L. Tan, William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, Rudyard Kipling, Geoffrey Chaucer, John Donne, Dylan Thomas, Robert Browning, Ben Jonson, Nick Carbo, and John Keats.
Email can be sent at email@example.com. Ciao!
Edgar Rendon Eslit's Works:
Windows and Views, The 'E' Immortal Verses, and Muse wishpers
Edgar Rendon Eslit Poems
In the presence of my gifted teachers our classroom becomes a delightful place In the hands of my gifted teachers There is laughter in every student's lips
Give Me Shelter And I Give You A Garden ...
“Give me shelter and I give you a garden of roses” Kini ang panaad sa usa ka olitawo ngadto sa usa ka inosenting dalaga samtang sila hinayhinay nga nagbaklay padulong sa kapilya usa ka higayon niadtong kaadlawon sa Decembre uno, dos mill singko (2005) .
Ngano man? Asa man? Kinsa man? Unsa man?
Daw gilimot, nawala, ug nahikalimtan mo na sa dayon Ang himno ug awit sa atong damgo nga gi hiklib ko karon Kay ang mga tipasi sa kagahapon daw kini haghagonon Nga nagahaploy sa akong kalawasan tim-os nga handomon
Genesis To Genocide
In the beginning there was only God The earth was without form and void And God said “Let there be light”
Ganay Sa Huni Ug Awit
Tipaka ug mga pataw sa kagahapon Handuraw, kilansing, tam-is handumon Hangin aliloyong kon bat-baton O, dagahab, nanoy, bahandi-anon!
The brackish color of the dune is telling us of our untimely parting. While it may be a fact that it pained us a lot,
Now listen That is not as simple as it has been You see, life on top of happiness is so boring However life tainted with misery is worth living
Lord, make my day happy and gay Send your blessings wherever I maybe Protect me every moment of the day Let me share your blessings to everyone I see
Way Wide Word (Food For The Mortal Soul ...
If there’s anything worth keeping In the entirety of our lives That is our family Anything more
I I ask You answer I answer & you ask
Everyone needs a friend and
Everyone needs a friend and who knows where it leads to. As the site banner would tell, “While looks attracts the eyes,
Haiku 3 (On Honor)
Gift For Evelyn
Give you diamond! Plato once called it a living being, an embodying celestial spirit. Yes, diamond continues to hold a deep fascination
Brother Poetry speaks the eternal language of my soul.
He cuts across man-made boundaries of civilization,
culture, age, gender and time.
He talks of my state of mind,
my confusions and decisions,
my concerns and pleasures.
With him my emotion lingers.
All issues that strike a cord
in the spirit of my poem