Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

Windsor Guadalupe Jr Poems

1. If It Alters You 8/2/2011
2. Tangerine Poise 8/2/2011
3. I, Of All 8/2/2011
4. Fanciful Dream Deferral 8/2/2011
5. Crystal Clear Departure 8/2/2011
6. Monikers And Registrations 8/2/2011
7. The Sleeper 8/2/2011
8. Castro 8/3/2011
9. Substandard 8/3/2011
10. Honorarium Bacterium 8/3/2011
11. Parachutes In A Dream 8/3/2011
12. Alive 8/3/2011
13. Nero 8/3/2011
14. Zero Visibility 8/3/2011
15. Shatters 8/3/2011
16. The Vainglorious & The Deaf 8/3/2011
17. Saturnine Dream Effect 8/3/2011
18. Jet Black / 4 8/3/2011
19. Can You? 8/3/2011
20. Seethe 8/3/2011
21. Of Pain And Quivering 8/2/2011
22. Queen In Repose 8/3/2011
23. Jet Black: 5, Final 8/3/2011
24. Jet Black / 1 8/3/2011
25. Jet Black / Prelude 8/3/2011
26. Some Boys, Some Girls 8/3/2011
27. Jet Black / 2 8/3/2011
28. Chandeliers In A Den Of Lions 8/3/2011
29. Smoke And Mirrors 8/2/2011
30. Fragmented 8/3/2011
31. Jet Black: 3 8/3/2011
32. Pray Tell, Child 8/3/2011
33. Frail Beauty 8/2/2011
34. Free-Verse Hurting 8/2/2011
35. Empty Vessel 8/3/2011
36. Basoalto (To Pablo Neruda, With Reverence) 8/7/2011
37. When The Moon Chokes 8/7/2011
38. I See My Lord As 8/7/2011
39. Eyes In The Time Of Stained Mirth 8/8/2011
40. Sleep Handsomely 8/8/2011
Best Poem of Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Again, Again, Again, Again, Again...

Some people are sodden
And redundant.
This is a mad carousel -
Mount each vessel
With an impassive resolution.

You can’t kill a man
Who’s already dead, darling.
You can’t steal something
From a man who owns nothing.

You can’t shatter a man’s soul
When he hasn’t any.
You can’t cut deeper into my skin anymore,
You’ve sifted the flesh from my bone.

Can’t you remember?
I guess some people aren’t only
Redundant and sodden.

They’ve got a bad case of forgetfulness too.

Read the full of Again, Again, Again, Again, Again...

For Long, Forlorn

The dense soliloquy,
The engaging isolation,
That siphons my strength, the strength I lost
Long before I found you in the middle of the Arctic

Ice caps of polar beasts bask,
And the Herculean Task I am to perform,
Executed poorly, a hero in the rags of mice
I own you like a flower, a flower in a lonely garden.

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