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
Just By A Toad
Cephalous Thaddeus thugs the thrombin near the toad Thundering thunderous voices throb so broad But when he finally realizes the thrill he thralls Cephalous Thaddeus touted the toad like unlading troll
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
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
Hug And Kisses For You My Love
Moonless and sleepless nights I prayed for you, oh Love The Almighty God touched my soul from heaven above I tossed and turned all night for am dreaming of you I love thee with the passion of care so true
Genesis To Genocide
In the beginning there was only God The earth was without form and void And God said “Let there be light”
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) .
Tears In Silent Words
She was turning back The sigh is so deep And the silence is deafening. While she's leaving home,
Ngano man? Asa man? Kinsa man? Unsa man?
Know what you’re fighting for For if not, it could led to something more More than anything that had caused you trouble Trouble making you miserable
Manny Pacquiao, Manny Pacquiao
He fights for his country and the Filipino people That’s Manny Pacquiao A featherweight, Bantamweight, and Flyweight champion
So, you call me friend Only to be taken for granted We shared good memories Only to be wasted
Her Idea Of A Macho Man
I’m not into color, height and looks; she said. Neither that in fame and action, heavens forbid. Nor in riches and so hunky if I may call. But he who got principle: he
It’s All Because
I write poetry because I think of you I think of you because
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!
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