Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Momentous meeting
High desire
Mutual ecstacy
Touching
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dedicated to all teachers by profession

as Mentor
let the mentor gives an advice
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Women expose breasts
seen in public jeeps
in wet-dry markets
not censored pornographic expose'
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dedicated to Osmond Crisostomo, my supportive friend in Dubai UAE
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In Davao, Philippines
small enterpreneurs grow
as their lending
investments
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My heart feels sorrow
for all young children and teen-age adults
losing much time excessively
in computer games
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today is the yesterday
of tomorrow
today is also the tomorrow
of yesterday
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for my long flight away from home for almost a decade now

He is alone, unhearted
self-exploring, self-discovering
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From a first time DAD and MOM to their first born child SEAN

Patience is a virtue
I read this line from
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When I look down
from the airplane window

I see a map
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The earth is a poem
dust of word from soil
comma of rustling river
moving like sentences
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to SUMIFRU M.I.S dept., Agot Bamboa, Edlyn Englis, Rodge Mendoza, Sir Paul and Sir Dave, and the SEGATOKA Fighters, Sir Cobra, Likoy, Bigboy etc..in APOLAN, and Ernesto Depamallo and
Bebeng.Maam Pepay, Geofrey and Long -long. The REMEDIOS FARM TRACTOR, Romeo Atienza proprietor and Junryl Atienza chief operator
and to my wife Argee who once lived with this fruit of life as MIS Com Engr. / tech.support
and the toiling hand of all..........................
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Surf cyber net
Browse up high
Click mouse face
Touch Microsoft eye
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for my mother

I am clueless how brave you are
while conceiving me as mysterious infinitesimal cell at first
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He runs for the poor
his hearts bleeding for the people
he wants to serve for nation's interests
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Dead nails are unafraid
of the boiling reflex water

like the FF-7 calibre nerves
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(for my 3 weeks fetus inside my wife's womb, thanks for the ultra sound)

I have seen you clinging inside
I have reminisced the path of our life - one blood line in other time
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Are you a writer?
(Are you asking me?)
I am asking you
Are you a writer?
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He was the dictator
in the old Iraq
the once fertile
the abandoned garden
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I wander lonely not like
a cloud
as the cloud wanders
overlooking scenery ground
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