Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life

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Listen to the Fire

Monday, January 5th, 2009

as it crackles and it burns
away the night; the cold air
slipping past wistfulness on a dare
billowing in smoke, still yearns
for the illusive light of dawn

hear the silence; make it yours
alone, before the cicadas start
their own chorus and your heart
chases it, straight out the doors
bowing in defeat to a yawn

Yldara/M. Stanphill

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Beyond Words

Friday, January 25th, 2008

Beyond Words

Shadows roaming free
impressions of a moment
lithe, somber acknowledgment
of truth, plain to see

Swirling, ageless face
distant from grasp and yet near
commanding presence too clear
of long gone love’s trace

Tall tales of freedom
rising from the ashes cold
fresh, spinning from threads of gold
burgeoning wisdom

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Being Alive

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

Blood courses and runs through my veins
And I do what needs to be done
I wake each morning just grateful
- Able to get out of my bed

Slowly, I count all my blessings
For I am loved, and I still have
Friends, poetry and family
To live for, share with and to love

As nighttime comes, I then rejoice
For what I was able to do
Fact is, there is a point in life
When being alive is, enough

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Yesterday at church (January 6th), we celebrated Epiphany. It was to me personally, a relevant revelation to ponder more on God’s great love and to somehow share it with everyone. Yes! His love is for you and for me, let us bask in it and celebrate it in everything we do, think and feel.

Thought I should start this day by encouraging those who are called to write, to not be timid in the sharing of their gift, and…..

Just write

Just write

Gather up one’s courage
And collection of ideas
Dust away the cobwebs
Veil of hidden thoughts
Think - write.

Grasp that pen and paper
Find a topic and a prompt
Start jotting down words
Mold them into verses
Do - write.

Warm up to the flow
Get excited once more
Let imagination reign
To your heart’s content
Just - write.

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Sa ngayon

Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008

Sa Ngayon Talamak na ang kanser
na dumuduro sa pagkatao
Nanunuot sa kalamnan
ang pagkagumon sa bisyo

Dating anghel na sinunod
ngayon ay kadiliman ang dala
Mga biyayang inaasam-asam
ibinaon na’t nailibing sa alaala

Kinabukasan ay di maaninag
Masalimuot. Makupad. Marupok.
Hangin na hatid sana’y ginhawa
pumalit ay di masikmurang usok

Nagagalit na ang kalikasan
dahil sa tinamong mga sugat
Ang nais sana ay makalaya
ngunit gapos, sa tibay ay sukat.

Yldara/M. quintos-stanphill

Author’s Comments:

***This poem was penned/written over 24 years ago as an observation of people, events and nature at the time. It was meant to be an eye opener of sorts and a challenge. It was actually the first Tagalog poem I have written—I thought I should post it since it seems appropriate even in today’s “struggles”.

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Deliverance

Saturday, December 22nd, 2007

Deliverance from soul-searching lines, remembered
stacks of scribbled notes on paper
painted words of thoughts and notions
promised to, written from the heart

collecting dust for years on end
just shoved inside drawers, under
beds and a number of boxes
waiting for the perfect moment

now released, finally dust-free
to all who dared to care, freely
shared. Flowing, steadfastly moving
poetry and promise fulfilled

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As I write, am lost

Monday, December 10th, 2007

As I write, am lost

mixing phrases in a pinch
gilded in gold, inch by inch
brewing bottles of potions
mirrors of thoughts and notions

casting pearls, chasing shadows
with cupid’s own winged arrows
held fast, pure, by twilight’s youth
grains of wisdom, leis of truth

bemused, stuck, battling a wall
taming monsters, ten feet tall
handcuffed by noisy chatter
dancing with old grey matter

sifting thoughts, dark brew sipping
tossing words, pebble skipping
eyes on the noose, hung up high
as another day goes by

lost perhaps, still hard-wired
in poetry, inspired

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Grandfather’s Chest

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

Worn leather straps and painted varnish
aged wood and yellowed liners inside
treasured mementos of the past kept
dust-free, among an array of pipes
and cigars. All, treasured pieces

Grandfather’s Chest

Wish one could still search through
that chest like before. It is now gone
No one quite understood why -
just like when mom came home and said:
“Grandpa is now at peace; in Heaven rests.”

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The Glorietta Blast

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

The Glorietta Blast

Blast!

Why?

A question that remains
unanswered for many souls
now mourning, wailing
inconsolable in their grief

Who?

The victims, their family
want to know and face
to challenge, help ease
the pain in some fashion

When?

Soon, hearts hope
in a time of conflict
before many more
feels the pain of loss

And…

while dreams are dreamt
without borders or chains
and Peace still is within
our hearts reach and grasp

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