Norman F. Santos

Rookie - 497 Points (Nov.19,1990 / Philippines)

Norman F. Santos Poems

41. Terminal New Moon 12/10/2015
42. Technicolored Lily 12/10/2015
43. Asunder Dawn 12/10/2015
44. To Write On Her Arms Ii 12/10/2015
45. Unbounded Solitude 12/10/2015
46. Crucified Seraphim 12/10/2015
47. Audience 12/10/2015
48. Prayer To Sandman 12/10/2015
49. Good Riddance To Imprudent Riddance 12/11/2015
50. Feel Good Haze 12/11/2015
51. Tattooed Lady 12/11/2015
52. Weather Man 12/11/2015
53. Shards Of Oblivion 12/11/2015
54. Unfettered Kite 12/11/2015
55. The Waiting Room 12/11/2015
56. Lady In The Lighthouse 12/11/2015
57. Apathy In Your Fingernails 12/11/2015
58. Curtains Of Malignance 12/11/2015
59. Guffaw, Scouring Hyena 12/11/2015
60. Build And Burn Bridges With Franny And Zooey 12/11/2015
61. Feel Good Haze Iii 12/11/2015
62. Feel Good Haze Iv 12/11/2015
63. Screaming Silence 12/11/2015
64. Feel Good Haze Ii 12/11/2015
65. Feel Good Haze V 12/11/2015
66. Opus 12/11/2015
67. Feel Good Haze Vi 12/11/2015
68. Submarine, I Will Be 12/11/2015
69. Casted In A Mirror Bijou 12/11/2015
70. Pangs Of Deliverance 12/11/2015
71. Thousand Wars In One Day 12/11/2015
72. Incarceration 12/11/2015
73. Jar Of Origami Cranes 12/11/2015
74. Sylvan Guest In The Forlorn Forest 12/11/2015
75. I Will Sing With The Vultures 12/11/2015
76. One Man Bandwagon Of Harlequinade 12/11/2015
77. Saddest Photographs Ii - Sepian Vision 12/11/2015
78. Saddest Photographs I - Library Picture 12/11/2015
79. Masticated By Ignorance 12/11/2015
80. Shipwrecked Tragedies 12/11/2015
Best Poem of Norman F. Santos


Incongruous creeper of star crossed fate
Muted dreamer with a living to tolerate
Swanking too compensate the lack of luster
A sycophantic wish delivering a note of disaster
As you regress inexorably to a cringe of pity
A cocoon not of metamorphosis but of mediocrity
Hoisted in the blind relishing promise
A delirium of emancipation from apathetic premise
Quelling identity to bargain sympathy
A herald of toppling chance of divinity
You opt for opulent wings, lavish and capturing
Denied amplification with no point of returning
A fancy to take flight but no ...

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Birth Of The Lion Man

And he was a man with revealing sylvan eyes.
Sad, wandering, eager-eyes swathed with sagacity.
Coy he was, like an eagle in the wild; avert but suspicious.
He is not a child, but he is less than a man.
A critique and a wonderer loathing on his own skin
At the top of his head, he watched people.
He watched them flash harlequin smiles at each other
Smiles that harmed his eyes like polarized lights
And he remained aloof, preserved to his flightless dignity.

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