Ferdinand L Quintos

Rookie - 10 Points (October 18,1942 / Bayambang, Pangasinan, Philippines)

Ferdinand L Quintos Poems

1. To The Lady Of Manaoag (An Acrostic Prayer Poem) 7/14/2013
2. To A Brother Who Went To War (An Acrostic Poem) 7/20/2013
3. Denizens Of The Dumpsite 8/6/2013
4. Siak So Ilog Agno 8/8/2013
5. Daldal-Lot 8/9/2013
6. Deremen 8/9/2013
7. Kasalanan 8/9/2013
8. Panduarua 8/9/2013
9. Say Panangaro 8/9/2013
10. Katuaan 8/9/2013
11. Tagleey Na Puso 8/9/2013
12. Desideratum 8/10/2013
13. Essence 8/10/2013
14. Farewell 8/10/2013
15. Entreaty 8/10/2013
16. Two Flowers 8/10/2013
17. My Star (No Rhyme But With Reason) 8/10/2013
18. Lost Song 8/10/2013
19. Glass Tomb 7/7/2013
20. Agony In A Theme Park 7/11/2013
21. Why (Look Not For The Rhyme, Look For The Reason) 8/10/2013
22. Nothing Important (No Rhyme, All Reason) 8/10/2013
23. Bravado 8/10/2013
24. Vividness 8/10/2013
25. Dream 8/10/2013
26. Charade 8/10/2013
27. Butterfly 8/10/2013
28. Missing Heart 8/10/2013
29. Ignis Fatuus 8/10/2013
30. Le Mirage 8/10/2013
31. Bliss 8/10/2013
32. The Drink 8/10/2013
33. This Thing Called Cellphone 8/10/2013
34. Morning Dew 8/10/2013
35. To An Art Icon (Acrostic Poem) 8/10/2013
36. To A Loving Woman 8/10/2013
37. Sheena (Acrostic Poem) 8/10/2013
38. Sheryl (Acrostic Poem) 8/10/2013
39. Carol (Acrostic Poem) 8/10/2013
40. New Day 8/10/2013
Best Poem of Ferdinand L Quintos

Train Ride To Nowhere

The train rolls out slowly
from the old terminal bay,
rusty wheels reluctantly
roll on rails all rickety,
just like my mind grudgingly
decided to go away.

The train picks up speed,
forcefully pushes ahead,
outside the scenes turn blurry,
things and all become fuzzy,
just like the uncertainty
of all this inane journey.

The train now, as if a scythe,
cuts through the countryside
like the sharp pangs of sadness
cut through the dark recesses,
and reopens all the hurt,
deep in my tormented heart.

The train at last slows ...

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Train Ride To Nowhere

The train rolls out slowly
from the old terminal bay,
rusty wheels reluctantly
roll on rails all rickety,
just like my mind grudgingly
decided to go away.

The train picks up speed,
forcefully pushes ahead,

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