Efren Petalver Carranza Poems

The beauty of a woman starts
When her womb begins to grow
The child that she'll give birth
Soon will call her, “my mother”
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Sitting on a saddle-like mounted stones,
Watching the river runs gently yonder,
Wondrous, countless, tiny whirlpools,
Sublimely caught his eyes to ponder;
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You're once a sperm that your father didn't waste,
Dove to your mother's egg and gave her a positive test,
Became a fetus and made her crave for nuts and coke,
In nine months pain and joy; she's quite of a joke.
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Love or Money raises a question in mind
But I’d be a fool to give up money for love
For I was born in the center of love by poor
Whom to pay back only my love not money
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I am perfect
And no one can do anything about it
Show me the difference between right and wrong
And I will forgive you for not loving me
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When hopes may not come after your prayers are done,
Lose not thy faith when trouble stirs your calmed mind;
Your weaknesses must die in every clasp of your hands,
But in thy words of wisdom be your path and guidelines.
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As I fiddled her words from the start
Her intellectual voice cried out loud
That tore my heart and fall apart
For this little town to make us proud
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[To my Father, I Love You]

Under the heat of the sun or heavy rain,
I watched you plow and toil the ground,
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To be laughed at, ridiculed or mocked,
to be disdained and or to be liked,
believed, and to be praised,
we own ourselves.
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