The Hermit and the Maggot

(A poem inspired by the story “The Hermit and the Two Maggots)

                There was this hermit who lived in the slope

                Whose only desire is to give the world hope.

                Just outside his cave there lived two maggots

                Whose only desire is to travel the world.

               

                Then one day they met, the maggots then plead

                To turn them into humans and the hermit agreed.

                And so they set out and lived among men

                To farm and to trade wherever they went.

                The two became rich and traveled the world

                While the hermit just watched in his own little world.

                The two soon forgot the promise they made

                And became one of those who do bad and deceive

               

                The time has come for the hermit to settle

                The problem that cropped up and be in the middle

                He reminded the maggots of the path they should take

                But for the two creature, to change is too late.

                And so they returned to where they had come

                On the ground in the forest away from everyone.

                The hermit now realizes it is hard to make a deal

                With maggots like them who refuse to be real.

By: Genevieve Geriane

Dilemma

How can I prove that I truly love you ?

When I show my best you give me no chance

You always go away when I’m near you.             

No matter how hard I grabbed any chance

Maybe all my efforts are not enough.

 For your priceless love that’s beyond compare

That’s why you just give my love a loud laugh

And give me that long and pitying blank stare

Telling me silently “I don’t love you”

So let us just be friends ‘til forever.

 It hurts me so much to hear it in lieu

Because my love for you grows so deeper

But I have to pretend that all is fine

When all I want is to shout you are mine.

By: Malek Porquido

Reminiscence

Silently she sits near the window

Gazing at the setting sun

The color of the clouds seem to share her feelings

So gloomy and sad and looks as if it cries silently.

And I begin to think of yesteryears

When we are still together

Building our air castles

So full of hopes and dreams, full of laughter as if the day would never end.

But those are all just dreams

Built on glasses and sands

For in a wink of an eye, our castles were shattered.

You left me without any word

Giving me a silent signal that you have to go.

I let you walked away thinking that you will be back

But you never did for silently you are laid to your final rest.

And now I am here alone looking at the sunset

Reminiscing the joys and laughter we shared,

Pleading time to heal my wounded heart

And to erase the pains within me.

By: Malek Porquido

A War Within

Boog! Boog! As my heart beats,

It dictates me to love you.

Lovable, loyal and lustful you’re all to me,

But it doesn’t make you adorable at all.

Psst! Psst! My mind called my attention,

Don’t entertain your emotional heart!

Love a person whom you think is brilliant,

And willing to be with you in this wise, wild, world.

Hmmp! Hmmp! My hypothalamus reacted,

Just listen to my advice.

Give yourself to a person, who can accept you,

No matter who and what you are. 

By: Malek Porquido

The song of a Mother

Treasured are the hours I spent with you

here in my bosom I have carried you

you have grown swiftly barely i noticed

Now you tower above me, I feel so blessed.

Kisses and hugs, laughter and tears

All these my children, together we shared

At times you were sick I could hardly sleep

Never would I allow harm to come as you rest.

Successes and failures you and i have achieved

All these I held so dear in my memory I kept

My heart now goes out to you as I try to reach

To touch each one of you for I am going to rest.

I know full well I wasn't that good

A mother for you to be forever treasured

My own little angels I wish I could hold back

The determined hand of death, the power I lack.

As i close my eyes and lie down on my bed

Gather round me, my children, let me see all your faces.

Don't ever forget me and the lessons I gave

I will wait for you in heaven for now I shall sleep.

By: Genevieve Geriane.

Kisses and Hugs, Successes and failures, Mother, Song , Song of a mother

I am a Potter

I am a potter, my students are the clay

my hands mold the clay into I want it to be.

For the clay to be fashioned it has to cooperate with me

to be honed into something it has to be one with me.

I am a potter, God has meant me to be

Though my hands are not as beautiful and as skilful as they  should be

Every clay I fashion has a purpose and a mission

to help me realize his will and vision.

By: Genevieve Geriane.

God , Potter , Purpose and mission in life, Clay fashion 

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