APoetries .

Mr. Tango

By Shenneth Nacilla

“Mr Tango” talks about the story of a girl who likes someone in secret. She spends time dreaming about that guy, wishing she could spend time with her in her universe once more

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Let me prepare myself to see you once more. In a place where we dance while holding each other, Somewhere, only you and I know Where we carry out the first action you took which I now adore While music begins to play in the back

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You put your big, warm hands on my b Ensuring my safety and heavenly bliss. I carefully raised my head in an effort t Your grin melts my thoughts away, And my heart keeps adoring you while

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I can't help but smile and flush at you But I am aware of the difference betwe You are my dream, which can never be We can only spend time if I want to Let's dance in my universe once more, M

Who is He?

By Mary Rose Devila

A melancholic poem called “Who is He” captivates the reader's attention with its enchanting words that encourage people to leave their past behind in order to start anew This poem gives hope to the reader that we can be whole again after being broken

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Touching blues from gray eyes, holding on to it so tight

Hoping for feathers to fly in the breeze of haze, wishing for the heavens to change your fate

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Sharp Vision: The Story of Marites and Their Eagle Eyes

By Jessa Baquiller

"Sharp Vision: The Story of Marites and Her Eagle Eyes" funnily describes the reality of Filipino life, wherein none of us are exempted from the judgment of the neighbors who looks out like prey This is an interesting poem where we could crack a joke instead of stressing over their unsolicited comments

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Judging others is just a simple task; Facts remain unknown until the person is asked They sometimes mooch and stalk; They usually form a group to talk and talk

That’s how Marites work

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Marites' gaze is an eagle's eyes; Both have the sharpest sights

Each eagle eye has two foveae areas of acute vision

While Marites has great vision and communicative lips; They're called, for that reason, “Masters of Arts in Relaying Information”

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I could say I’m one of the victims; But their opinions don't concern me. Marites’ storytelling may be more exaggerated than mine, Their eyes are more than a CCTV camera For them to create new ideas and drama

Every step backwards in the mud of a madman, Every step away from the lingering long of an embrace from your mum

Hearing loud voices gets you calm, circling your space and biting your tongue

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Where did you get the nerve?

How did you keep what you don’t deserve?

Who said that you’re welcome there?

Who said you’re allowed to speak the tongues of others?

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Am I the prisoner or are you?

Is he him or is he you?

Think again, now, you silly!

He’s picking the thorns of your lilies

V

Allow Him to flush the wet clothes

Let Him hold your loads

Let Him make a river from your blood;

Until you reach the end of the blues of your stoned-heart