Rezeile Eigo

Rezeile Eigo Poems

The dying sun gleamered in the west
Painting bloody hues of abstract
And that paints are painted best
When all senses betray the fact.
...

You are to me a flower
Whose sweetness and fragrance gives delight;
You are more'n anything dearer
Of my whole life you are the light
...

Love is not Diamonds upon somebody's fingers
It is not the Palace where death lingers

Love is not Lights and Voices that shouts your fame
...

My tongue is useless
I know.
I can never tell this to you
With ease.
...

As I walk down the empty alley
The dreamer dreams
The poet's dreams
Of crisp parchment and scratchy quills.
...

(the sky was clear)

The bright, lovely moon
I envied her.
...

Oh what, asked I,
Will qualify thee?
Thee who many envied
Whose name reached far and wide.
...

Quit complainin'
Quit wantin'
The things you ain't gettin'
...

I fear to walk
in the realms of truths
Where true men talk
of lies and of sloths
...

O, wash my spirit
Do i have one;
Sweet waters of hell
My comfort zone
...

What a sweetest farewell it shall be,
That day of our parting
For, when, fifty and one souls come
And vow to take the wings
...

...Me
*

And I am in peace more peaceful than peace -
...

Rezeile Eigo Biography

Here I live, To the world unknown But thus far I know I was born Saturday, the 27th day of July,1991. It was nearly noon but the rain was still pouring down in torrents and was rattling the roofs of the crowded houses on the crowded streets of Metro Manila like horses' hooves. Peering out the window, one can see nothing but a great cascade of water and the shadows - the busy people of the busy world of bussiness and nothingness - that lurk behind that foggy curtain. And during that stormy day sixteen years ago, i was 1st introduced to the world. And I'm named REZEILE, rhymes with Gazelle. And I've known very well that my heart is with books. I was months old when I 1st learned to speak and since then, books fascinated me. They were always been my trusted companions and friends. Then we move here in General Santos City. I started school and found that writing is my line. A grade Three I've been doing narrative sketches (actually the first one is still alive) . And I'm reading still and I write and I read some more... High school slowly widen and honed my Only skill (though there is but one solitary soul that loves and critics my works - Alice Claire D. Wong) . During 2nd our year, she was the great fellow who pushed me to finish a story, 'Ashen Rose'. Then I shifted from prose to poetry. I started scribbling some lines that eventually became stanzas and finally into a wholly acsesorised poem. And I am reading still - Dickinson, Twain, Rowling and them very good writers. And during my third year, the notebook(a gift for my birthday from Dante C. Fuentes Jr.) became my 'Journal Intime'(zhur-nal-anteem) which, after over a year, was packed and flowing with my poetry. Today, I am a Senior at Alabel National Science High School. And Dante gave me another 'Journal Intime'. I am still reading more and writing more. 'Make a habit of Reading what is being Written today and what has been Written before.Writing is learned by imitation. If anyone asked me how I learned to write, I'd say I learned by Reading the men and women who were doing the kind of writing I wanted to do and trying to figure out how they did it. But cultivate the best Models.' WILLIAM ZINSSER, 'ON WRITTING WELL' (PAGE 36) . Feb. o1,2oo8 welcome to another chapter of my life.. I've finally finished high school... and i'm currently taking up BSAccountancy in Mindanao State University.)

The Best Poem Of Rezeile Eigo

The Soul Of My Soul

The dying sun gleamered in the west
Painting bloody hues of abstract
And that paints are painted best
When all senses betray the fact.
Then it is the Soul of my Soul

Soon the stars sparkled high
Upon the velvet veil
With the ghostly moon sighing sighs
Althroughout the slowing sail.
It is the Soul of my Soul

But quick gray clouds gathered armies
Wiping the lights away
Howling winds like rushing bees.
Still it is in anyway
The Soul of my Soul

The painter of dusk, the lights of night,
The chill and the rain melody soft,
Is a sheltre more'n day's bright -
It is YOU - the Soul of
My Soul

Rezeile Eigo Comments

Eljay Ladia 08 December 2008

hello..i'm eljay ladia (yah, sis of zenia, i'm with the 2nd batch) im into poetry too and i came across some of yours..they're nice girl...hope you get to read mine too..do you have a blog too?

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