Edgar Rendon Eslit

Rookie - 73 Points [Touchpoint] (August 21,1981 / Iligan City)

Edgar Rendon Eslit Poems

1. Magic Touch 8/16/2007
2. Brother Poetry 8/16/2007
3. Why Not Only Me? 8/16/2007
4. First Two Magic Words 8/16/2007
5. Writing Lyrics For The Deaf And Mute 8/16/2007
6. Sunrise To Sunset Jazz 8/17/2007
7. Bidfair 8/17/2007
8. Imposed Victim 8/17/2007
9. Analemma Solstice 8/17/2007
10. Legacy Lingers 8/17/2007
11. Richer, Stronger And Happier 8/21/2007
12. Janette 8/21/2007
13. Red Signature 8/21/2007
14. Voice In A Bottle 8/21/2007
15. The Thought Of You 8/21/2007
16. The Word Is Not Enough 8/21/2007
17. Lovers Quarrel 8/21/2007
18. The Toddler Poet 8/21/2007
19. William’s Oracle 8/21/2007
20. That Child In Me 8/22/2007
21. Brown’s “i Feel Good “ 8/22/2007
22. Haiku 5 (Visual Review) 8/22/2007
23. Haiku 4 (Rainy Days) 8/22/2007
24. Haiku 2 (Soliloquy) 8/22/2007
25. Haiku 1 (A Theme For Love) 8/22/2007
26. Painting The Horizon (View 62107) 8/23/2007
27. Surprise To Death 8/23/2007
28. To My Alma Mater, Msu-Iit 8/23/2007
29. Reality Dream 8/24/2007
30. Count Your Blessings 8/24/2007
31. Up, Up And Away 8/24/2007
32. Making Me Complete 8/24/2007
33. What’s The Fuss? (Sti 121306) 8/23/2007
34. Wish 8/24/2007
35. Magic Touch 8/24/2007
36. Potion In Motion 8/24/2007
37. Question That Wakes 8/31/2007
38. Your Smile 9/6/2007
39. Full Watch 9/7/2007
40. Hypothalamus Bubbles 9/13/2007
Best Poem of Edgar Rendon Eslit

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

Verily, verily and verily as merry as me so verily
Heard Cephalous Thaddeus relying the airing words to me
Since merrily and verily were spoken so horridly
Cephalous Thaddeus was unlikely misunderstood like me

Now everything and everyone dint ever understand
Me nor Cephalous Thaddeus leisurely lading out of hand
Messages sided resounding like odes ...

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Brother Poetry

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

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