Philip Emmanuel Penaflor Poems

The gentle wind moaned
softly as I caressed your
tender body wrapped into
mine in a rhythmic ritual
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Do your hear the silent agony of the
innocent as they lay still in the night?

We share their haunting nightmares
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when it becomes an instrument
of division among his children;
when it is used as an instrument
of control and domination;
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I woke up in the middle of the night
because I thought I heard someone
called my name;

I opened my door and let the wind in
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I played Nietze because you played
a harlot for a Machiavelli whom you
molded a hero bigger than himself;

You knew I was ever a non-believer.
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No silver dewdrops to greet the break of a summer dawn
but the sparkling crystal frosts against the chilly winter sun,
procrastinate my spirit in a dazzling but tranquil lullaby;
Flee my mind with the wings of a fading poignant memory to
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Would you rather let loose the sword of Damocles
dangling above my head so I could unmask the
wolf beneath my sheepskin which is suffocating
my spirit as I gaze upon the plains of Aibak from
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I was awakened by the solemn pitter-patter of the rain
which sounded like the monks' early Gregorian vespers;
no joyful chirping of the humming birds at daybreak,
no yelling ladies selling bread as their morning ritual;
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I see you from afar from this Gudele hill
where I stand my sight unmarred by the
clattered tin sheets over the plains of Juba
shining against the silver sky on Jebel Kujur
...

I stepped out of my room when the power
suddenly went down as my laptop became
useless, so was my mind
which had gone ahead
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