Fiona Pimentel Poems

Inspired by your infinite intellect,
And feeling faint when faced with your physique,
I rest in reverie, and real respect,
And search in song for solace that I seek.
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One drop of serum
is enough to save a life
in this parched desert.
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You are God’s masterpiece
To be celebrated,
Not a mistake,
To be crossed out.
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In the garden I have made,
There’s a cool sweet breeze,
Feel it, lazing in the shade,
Or as you climb up trees.
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How can I stop the tide?
Close the door to the Archives of Memory,
So you won’t slip in?
Canute couldn’t do it,
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Isn’t it a of mark great honour,
To have fought and protected our lands,
From the tempest that threatened to ravage,
To have redeemed with our very own hands?
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There may be neighbours in the house next door
About whose names you’ve never been quite sure;
You could even live for years upon years
With those who’d never dare show their fears,
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Why am I not filled with resentment?
I receive your silence with contentment.
As a unique concession,
And in a spirit of confession,
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Already, giving up my vice,
Costs me an overwhelming price.
You ask a further sacrifice,
So that I am paying twice,
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Not seven,
But seventy-seven times,
We are told;
An eternity of times.
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