Zoila T. Flores
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Zoila T. Flores Poems
Vast the ocean, indigo and free, Deep mysterious, blue to see, Clashing waves, on high degree, Awesome gift; traveling sea.
I'll just play, to entertain, Gambling spirit, blown away, For hundred millions, is my ticket? Gold and shiny, on my tray.
Early in the morning, When my soul is blessed My clean mind is learning, And my body, refreshed,
The Perfect Family
On portraying, a perfect family, Every parent’s, precious goal, Gaining neighbor’s, total extol, Displaying in time, great control,
The Tiny Beauty
The girl with some blush, With an adorable dash, Her beauty in splash, Though the rest, on a clash.
Thoughts! ! !
Are you disappointed? Are you desperate? Are you discouraged? Then, you are sad?
Mi Vida de Poèta
Nacì en un rinconcito de Ecuador, mi paìs. Familia muy extensa, y de alcurnia a exhibir, Profesora fuè mi madre, y poèta fuè mi padre, Aprendì, de su trovar, de su vivir, y de su soñar.
My Sexy Pen
Being invited to a workshop, By a dear friend, NO refuse, Me arriving, seeing wood chop, Finished color, just to choose.
Christmas tree good to see, Jubilant and cherish, indeed. Christmas tree, Christmas tree, You do look splendid to me.
Happy Birthday Pat!
Wisdom on words, Knowledge to spend, Healthy advises, Offering today.
What a gorgeous, scent of burst, On my brain, it comes as thirst, Green its pits, are found in tree, Red and ripped, they get in deed.
Conscience, don't abandon me, Through my journey, on this day, Keep supporting, as you're always, On the wisdom, of my say.
Time Don't Forgive
I have just realized, How bad her face is, Of so many years, Mistreating a Miss.
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Vast the ocean, indigo and free,
Deep mysterious, blue to see,
Clashing waves, on high degree,
Awesome gift; traveling sea.
Old in time, and wide your base,
Sea plus sea, a sacred maze,
Never change, never race,
It's your beauty, we embrace.
Salty water comes to sting,
Human kind to the taste,
And delighting to the fish,
Deep the bottom has no trace.
Water cycle what preserves,
Your deep body to its whole,
For your species what reserves,
Wonderful creation; after all.