Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life

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The Lamb On
a cross
crucified.
God’s only Son.
Redeemer of us
who are sinners yet loved.
The prophecy now fulfilled.
Jesus Christ died and rose again.
God’s own Lamb offered in sacrifice.
He is: The Way. The Truth. The Life. He lives!

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A dime a dozen

Monday, July 9th, 2007

A dime a dozen

I would wake up early, dear cousin
To bid the moon and stars goodnight
If wishes were but a dime a dozen
I have all morn to mope just right

I would tell that nether denizen
To stop pouncing on my mind today
If wishes were just a dime a dozen
I won’t from my chosen path stray

I would in my thoughts be brazen
And in my words be purposely daft
If wishes were all a dime a dozen
I will do so with practiced craft

I would in a coat of arms emblazon
My very own brand of stylish humor
If wishes were still a dime a dozen
I won’t be swayed by a silly rumor

I would at days end then, my cousin
Be truly brave and shed no tears
If wishes were not a dime a dozen
I have all night, to curb my fears

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Haiti, I too, am yours

Sunday, July 8th, 2007

Haiti, I too, am yours

I cry but no one hears
I bleed and my load grows
I die while no one cares
Haiti, I too, am yours

Yldara 050707347

Author’s Comments:

Dedicated to all the children who have died, are now free, still in bondage - all victims of modern day slavery…

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Remember

Saturday, July 7th, 2007

Remember When it gets too hot, too dreary,
and I get caught in a traffic jam;
during those times, I am weary,
and feel a need to go on the lam…

Let me remember PEACE,
as she greets the early morn;
as a memory of a tender kiss,
let her sweet music, carry on.

At times when I am so sad,
because of what I have lost;
when the world seems mad,
without a care, who suffers most…

Help me remember LOVE,
with the wind upon my face;
as rainclouds hover above,
let me be held in her embrace.

Then, when I no longer care,
for all the comforts of this life;
When sad music is in the air,
to cut my wounds, like a knife…

Make me remember HOPE,
as the sun smiles upon her;
so I will learn: to live, to cope
and in my faith, be stronger!

yldara 0919952007

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Four Years Old

Friday, July 6th, 2007

Four Years Old

Yellow dressed child of four
impatience written on her face…
She stomps her foot to refute
the answer given her.
Her brother shakes his head
in utter consternation, as he
informs his sister of her mistake.
She crosses her arms, brows drawn
and lips pouting as she thinks.
Big brother draws her closer
and bestows a loving hug.
She breaks into a radiant smile.
Her fits now forgotten
she resumes her play…
Such is the wonder
of being four years old.

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A Prayer Missed

Thursday, July 5th, 2007

A Prayer Missed I was too busy today…
I forgot to pray.
I had to get up early.
I had to get myself ready for the day.
I ran from one task to the next
Trying so hard to keep my cool
I kept thinking, as I rushed here and there
Am I such a fool?
I couldn’t stop myself
I had a ton of work to do
Why can’t I just sit down?
Maybe for a moment, utter a prayer or two?
But there were copies to be made
And there were notes to be sent
So I rushed once again
And time just swiftly went
I was so tired at the end of the day
I felt miserable; not a thing went my way.
Why does everything seem so empty and gray?
All I did, was simply forget to pray…

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Author’s Comments:

Most often, what we think may not be that important, can make all the difference in our way of life. Prayer is much like a lifeline and in a sense, it is like a breath of much needed fresh air. It is for us to “do” and keep in our hearts and minds. A prayer a day, helps keep the “gloom” away.

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Waiting Still

Wednesday, July 4th, 2007

Waiting Still

In the hushed dark of night
a lullaby floats up in the air.
An Asian woman’s forlorn song
to her dead children. Swallowed up
by the mudslide, gone and lost
but not in her heart. She echoes
the cries of others. All over
the world are grieving souls.
Their kinfolk sacrificed by chance
in nature’s quest for man
to heed a call. Warning signs
brewed up, in an attempt to show
and tell, what ails the earth.
As nature waits on man
sadness sweeps the world.

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Dear Olive

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007

Dear Olive A poem you asked me then to write
in words describing who you are
In a few lines capture just right
your true nature, viewed from afar

Youth full of life, charismatic
shy or gregarious, at times both
But never melodramatic
maturing at such rapid growth

Pastel colors, hued in lightness
your favorites, for now at least
Imbued, instilled in deemed rightness
a hope, a will, yet unreleased

So who are you, really, truly?
A wistful task I now believe
To be noted and quite duly
you are, yourself, my dear Olive

yldara 130607113p

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Davao City, Philippines 2113

Monday, July 2nd, 2007

Davao City, Philippines 2113 Masked faces of strange beings
all mere shadows of souls
grappling others for sustenance

Cockroaches scurrying along
black tar riddled monuments
worn down reminders of the past

No more beaches. Nothing but sand
dark and grey not pearly white
streaked with rotting remains

Everyday, acrid smoke permeates
on roads corroded by acid rain
filling the air with stench

No trace of what once was
not of dignity or humanity
not a shadow, none at all

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Author’s Comments:One can only hope and pray, that this narrative fictional poem about the city and people of davao in the year 2113, remains just that: “fiction”. May it also serve as both a warning and a reminder, of what may and will in a sense happen, when we forget that our hope is in the Lord God. We are to be good stewards of God’s blessings and creations. We must love Him with all our hearts, minds and souls. We are commanded to love our neighbors as we love ourselves.