Xavier Paolo Ledesma Mandreza

Silver Star - 3,361 Points (02 September 1977 / Makati City, Philippines)

Verse - 21 - Poem by Xavier Paolo Ledesma Mandreza

I was late again
Due to the sudden Rainstorms
And dampened my Boots.

A Boy and a Girl
Wear Tube-Tracks on their Milk-Teeth
And lock it with a Kiss.

Independent Fool,
Thinking Roses are Garbage,
Can be thrown around.

Beer on the Counter
Struck a Bloke's mind with a Cause
And drinks to the Gob.

A Lonely Guy waits
For a Girl I thought his Dreams
Told his Broken Plans.

Call Centre Agent
Too Red with Irate Callers
Transfers to Spanish.

A Bamboo Curtain,
Woven proudly in Native
Hangs in my Bedroom.

Cigarettes are Good
And many get to Agree
Just to shut your Mouth.

Car runs out of Gas,
Drinks Oil from a Rubber Hose
Whilst counting Numbers.

Mister A-to-Z:
A Good Example of Pop,
Unasking for Tips.

When Self is not Self,
It inspires the Kitten
To mew on my Foot.

I write to help You
Unlike most Beatnicks in Pub
Write for their own Selves.

Pencil Sharpener
Makes a Point with my Paper
To write legibly.

Good Supervisor
Saved my Credibility
Decides to Resign.

The Rites of Pannage
For just a Beg and a Pound
You eat the Acorns.

Time delivers Space
Using Black as a Spread-Sheet
And kiss each Other.

Topic(s) of this poem: verse

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 10, 2015

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