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Gil Gregorio
Gil Gregorio
[Geopoet/Geowebber] (June 24,1961 / Naga City)
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Gil Lopez Gregorio is known as Geopoet and Geowebber. He’s been into poetry writing since 1983 while serving as one of the staffs of the Nueva Caceres Bulletin, the official publication of the University of Nueva Caceres. His first poetry book entitled, A View from Afar Off: A Poetic Legacy from Heaven, was published in 2006 by Andrew Byrne of Carpe Diem Publishing Company-Australia and his second... more »
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Gil Gregorio Poems
A Journey Of Everything New
In my childhood,
the journey was a perilous one:
full of hardships, pains and tears.
In my adulthood,... more »
A Friend And A Brother
I was groping for a friend
in a net of eyes by the tube;
I was looking for a brother
in a heart of dearness as old;... more »
A Search For A True Friend
At the highways of woes
a traveller viewed the wind blows,
as he climb up a fearful trail
on top of a mountain or a hill.... more »
the Ring Not Her Own But Hers
Bounded by the sense of disbeliefs
amid friendship or any-
the spurs of the moment queried
on the worn glittering gold ring;... more »
deeper Throw
Sojourn from the hedge of destiny
turning off the trail of a lonely road
succumbing to air unspeakable scorch
while walking like a pedgy-hedgy trowl!... more »
A Blue Angel
Beyond every breath of heart
An angel draw a tear;
in her own way of sensing,
she gave the best of things.... more »
Angel From Home
She's sweet as a honey on a bacon
fitted like icings on a cake;
So cloudy, bloomy, and easy
in her own world in calvary.... more »
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the Ring Not Her Own But Hers
Bounded by the sense of disbeliefs
amid friendship or any-
the spurs of the moment queried
on the worn glittering gold ring;
The laughter giggles from within
as this my dear friend admitted
that it was not hers! ...
But it was off-handed by a kin or so
whose interest was the spectacle:
By the play of men it suddenly glittered
amid the joyful shouts and merries!
But, who could it be among them
or it just flew out off finger's reach?
It mattered not to who it may be
as the keen eyes shot at the ring
by the courtyard bounded by men.
Now, I see ...
