Manonton Dalan Poems

barely 9am, we are waiting
for supply truck to come
i was at restaurant eating
when street lit up with ems
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oh! my conscious
i'm being, being use
i have let my guard
down gutter for a few
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ginger has been half consume
salad bowl were being replenish
when we step by receptionist
usher was rushing us to alleys
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there times when you
feel so happy by just
listening to stories
no matter how simple
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i'm staring at wallpaper
apple green; scattered
flower like leaf on desert
on left discolored corner
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i sit by an old man
listening to stories
they came to shake
his wrinkled hand
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soft brown grass
covered patch
white balls landed
in groups of threes
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feeling of uncertainty
befall a loving heart
maybe weakened
from the very start
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oh! today would be different
i'm going to witness baptism
not from my church i'm praying
another sect but pray to same
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why should i pick, why
people whom you with
i can't be, be doing that
my god won't permit me
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