Warren Augustus de Guzman
Biography of Warren Augustus de Guzman
I like to write. And I enjoy reading what people write about what I write. Feel free to comment on my poetry as much as you want.
Warren Augustus de Guzman Poems
It was only a kiss. It was only a kiss I woke up to this morning. It was only a kiss.
Parting Of Ways
Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t feel it, The sparks from our first kiss, It lasted for a lifetime and ended too soon.
And So I Write
And so I write on my pages today A list of things that I might say Of lessons in life, love, change and dismay A couple of months and a few days away
Soft fluffy cookies of different shapes and sizes Fun and Happy Samples full of big Surprises. Chocolate Chip Treats, Creamy and Chewy
A Hint Of Nostalgia
A swig of ale for the good old boys, Who play non-stop with old men’s toys, Stay up all night not to read or write, But to woo the girls or scare up a fight.
She sat at the far end of the room, decked in pink Her eyes directed at the floor, her face locked in a contemplative smile And with a sudden, graceful twist of her head, Punctuated by the soft bounce in her hair as she swung around,
Tottering on the edge of oblivion A cliff over a pool of infinite thought To jump would be to embrace it The possibility of infinity
Tomorrow is fast approaching. with every minute disappearing, and every second dissipating. we are left anticipating,
I got lost in the infinity of her eyes. A vision one could never despise. She held me, and I held back.
I called just now… just to say Just to say… what I have to say I hope you don’t think me rude For calling at this time, for being such a prude
A Journey Into Nothingness
Careening through the universe Upon my steed of rhyme and verse A wretched poet’s fated curse O such a state, there is non worse
Take The Memories With You
Should you leave, Take the memories with you, For they will haunt me Till my dying day.
How wonderful it is to be reminded constantly Of the possibility of you and the possibility of me The morning dew on the fresh cut grass outside
Standing on a wobbly chair Reaching for something out of reach By just the smallest of margins A little less or a little more than an inch
Dark Lagger, Bacardi Rum,
Grape Vodka, Corona yum.
Red Red Wine, Jap Saki,
San Miguel, Classy Heine.
Manhattan, Shirley Temple,
Submarine, Tequila Dimple.
Trisec, Johnny Walker,
Sex on the Beach, Porcelain Sinker.
Fill her up, Bring on the Alcohol.
Drink Till you drop, Life’s a Ball.