Ferdinand L Quintos Poems

Your love helps me to beat
the searing summer heat,
gives me imperviousness
to harsh winter’s coldness
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You’ve turned too familiar with me,
you’ve lost tact and diplomacy,
your words are now full of vile,
all this after not too long while.
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There was one James who looked like spy Bond
but he was poor and lived ‘lone by a pond
in a lowly hut that was roofed with thatch
and filled himself with fish he would catch.
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That your conscience is clear,
from you I often hear,
without shades of fear,
when you are made to face
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Nervously, I quiver
like an ancient arrow
in a weathered quiver
swaying as the winds blow
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I came upon a lovely path,
it looked to me like a new swath,
I could not see where it does end,
for, here and there, there lays a bend.
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You are my beloved garden
laid out by unseen Divine Hands,
a piece of what could be Heaven.
You are my beloved garden
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We are now in the month of August,
I now can feel the wind's cold gust
that will soon get even colder
‘til, once more, it is September
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Your words of wisdom wore off the patina
that has for long corroded my persona,
steeped was I in wayward life on this earth,
enough to build me a place in Satan's hearth.
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I can become blue,
weighted down by woe,
I can change to red,
near-blind with hatred.
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