Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan Poems

slips from the lid
of my pen
born instinct poems
without any clothes on
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in memory of the lost stolen sandal and eventually swallowed by the sea, on this damn sea @ camotes island, cebu circa 2001

for bro jevee advincula aka aga
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I was in Osmena Park
one sharp noon

Two twilight-aged folks
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dancing fountain adoring
your feet
syncronized with arabic-pop-west
music
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Elites flock to EDSA shrine
in times of political turmoil
cursing any incumbent President to quit
thru unpopular candle lit.
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I set up tent
to shelter the night
of coldness
it covers
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I'm racing
toward
my own
life's
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I wander
and i wonder

I wonder
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I am awfully sorry
legendary Shakespeare
I can't seat beside at your throne
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Wind - the hackneyed word
in my verses

coupled with
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