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Lebana Speaks: Amidst Obscurity (My 100th Post)

Here I am all over again,

entombed in the realm of obscurity

Silent outcry is just vain,

and desolation may cause insanity.

 

Will he come and protect me

against the wretched curse of destiny?

Please come and set me free,

and we’ll both embrace immortality.

 

Now is the right time, my dear,

while the devil is slumbering.

Gather your strength, you need not fear.

Unshackle me and I’ll halt whining.

 

I shall not fear any darkness, my dear.

For you are always here and there.

 

 

 

 Lebana

/anabel raymundo/

 

 

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Lebana Speaks: Untold Poetry (A Sonnet)

As I hid in the bars of fate,

little voices tattled behind me.

Withering words ignited hate,

hence, freedom was a plea.


But when I wallowed in the grandeur of tales,

and succumbed in the glory of poetries,

those displeasures, frights, and gales

suddenly disappeared like reveries.


I then escaped from the realm of uncertainty,

which led me to the depths of fantasy.

There I found solace and serenity,

but it also took away my sanity.


Only a fool can fathom how I think.

Translate the odds before you blink.

 

© Lebana

 

 

 

 

What Shall I Write?

What Shall I Write?

(Sonnet IV)

What shall I write in this world full of words?

This question often muddles my cognizance.

Long hours of discerning dissuades my moods.

So, whisper me your thoughts even in a trance.

Shall I write about the splendor of nature-

Its fecund landscape and verdant vegetation?

The lakes, rivers, and seas- unsoiled and pure!

Or marvel in the ethereal beauty of His creation?

Shall I write about the love story that I once had-

From the time it blossomed until it withered?

Perhaps no one can subtly narrate it even a bard

For it once made me scarred and fragmented.

 Shall I write over and over again?

Or let those thoughts crumble in pain?

-Lebana-

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A Poem for Bloggers

In a realm where pandemonium subsists,

you intrepidly stand to provide armistice,

blowing away the impenetrable mists,

and embracing victory without a notice.

 

In a vast territory where darkness prowls,

you keenly arrive carrying your raging torch,

spreading the light and mollifying the howls,

driving humanity to the unbending porch.

 

In a world where you can’t blissfully respire,

you can do something to make a difference.

A humble act of writing can certainly inspire,

leading to the nation’s invincible quintessence.

 

You are all blessed with the gift of writing!

Just find it within you for an ethereal living!

 

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Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

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Sunday’s Sonnet

Sunday mollifies the dreary mind,

from the past monotonous days.

It permits the equable chasers find,

the land of temperate rays.

 

Sunday soothes the physique,

from the week’s strenuous task.

It unbends the infuriating oblique,

and unveils its impenetrable mask.

 

Sunday provides music to one’s soul,

with its sweet and melodious cadence.

It overthrows the slumbering ghoul,

reliving the untouched quintessence.

 

Sunday is made for you and me!

So we can all dance in glee!

 

 

© Copyright 2017

Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

A Sister’s Love

Hello readers! Today is my sister-in-law’s birthday so I crafted her a sonnet.

Happy Birthday, my dearest sister!

 

SONNET II

(A poem dedicated to Gardhen C. Raymundo-Claveria)

 

Shall I compare thee to a golden moon?

Thou art more glorious and radiant.

Even the gleaming stars croon,

When you gaze in an instant.

 

Shall I compare thee to an easterly wind?

Thou art more unfathomable and temperate,

blowing fairly from the bottomless rind,

enveloping your idiosyncratic fate.

 

Shall I compare thee to a flower?

Thou art more delicate and exquisite.

Even the bees made inimitably sober,

after sipping your sugary palate.

 

Shall I not compare thee to anything?

Thy beauty is ethereal and everlasting.

 

© Copyright 2017 Anabel Geneta-Raymundo

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