Eloida Capuno Poems

the man in the pulpit
was preaching of
salvation
i yawned as he
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letting go is letting out
the pain and the hurt
stored in a barrel
fermented
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not as polished
and good as you
do my poems
are just the musings
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</>she paints a picture
of someone in
full control
dressed like a
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</>before the Grim Reaper
beckons
we live we laugh
we love we cry
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at the face of death
we succumb
throws away all cautions
to face the One
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forgive me i looked past you
pretended i didn't hear
the beckoning of love
i longed for in years
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you speak to me in riddles
i don't pretend to know
all that you are trying
to let me see inside of you
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the house becomes
a stranger when
you have not seen
it for long
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you came back again
just when i thought
you had enough of me
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