Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Rookie (April 28,1992 / Philippines)

The Desperate Man Of '92 - Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The desperate man of
’92 had rosy
Cheeks intended
For a woman
But he had it
Anyway.

He was too
Scared of the wind
When it
Roars pretty
Madly
And he cried
To his gods,
Cringing by the corners
Trying to make
The wind
Die out
In the
Morning.
But the wind didn’t,
And he was terrified.

The desperate man
Of ’92 frequented
The libraries
And the revelries
And everytime he went
Away,
His peers would ask
”Where’s good ol’ Charles? ”
And they would be
Silent because
The absence was as cold
As the rhetoric

Until the desperate man
Of ’92 sat in a corner,
Prayed for the tulips,
Until it rained so hard
That the tulips
Bowed down
To his head -

Until then,
It broke him
Ever so adeptly
That the tulips
Bowed their flowerheads.

Until one day,
He went to a revelry
Again,
And the mad ruckus
Went on

It was that stable
Circumstance -
That nobody
Ever looked
For him.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011



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