tick tock tick tock
yet when i close my eyes
i see no peace comes
ticking sounds with deliberate faith
priceless gifts that constantly fade
i hear intimidations that come in waves
i am being eaten alive
tick tock tick tock
and yet i cant close my eyes and counting ducks
ajie
august 28, 2009
4:32 am
frozen sunset melts in time
as it slowly fades in dime
then rise, cheering the dawn
little do we know, the bard and the clown
start to walk to find another town
to make a life that day
to apprehend the wisdom say
to sing as they walk into town:
“heyho and hello!
smile and listen to my cell
dance with us till the last
dont forget to bring the loaves!”
feasting mood suddenly appear
as lively night felt in the air
they mind no tomorrow
for tonight there is no sorrow
ajie
august 20, 2009
2:22 am
thee shall all revere
upon light and angel so prudent
from mount of kynthos, she comes
behold thy breaths; hereby the moon goddess
sing thy praises and accolades
for moment to escalates
hear no nature sound; nights so calm
flawless time, notes of requiem
thou do no goof, fooled by none
her charm mesmerizes in mum
from mount of kynthos, she comes
along with lights ; emanate from dawn
and now, thee shall all revere
upon light and angel so prudent
from mount of kynthos, she comes
behold thy breaths; hereby the moon goddess
ajie
august 19. 2009
3:47 am
she is a stranger that smiles
bitterly admits her night was infuriatingly dark
from afar, she cries danube and nile
though it is hard, she's no stranger to her heart
wind chimes and doubtful angry
and sounds that come aloud
lost and confused, she begins to wary
of cliche and ignorant crowd
o woman that hid behind glasses
let not time to dazzle
for witless he is, useless to tackle
and thou art meant special
ajie
August 13, 2009
3:48AM
oh okay, so here i am writing about some meaningless words in the middle of the night. or not. i’m not writing about some lame jokes nor news we could find at nbc.com. no, i rather write about something that you’ll find it usual. the common, ordinary, my thoughts.
recently i’ve been wondering, since when precisely i write stuffs, especially poems. well let’s not call it poems but something irregular coming from an irregular man. scraps. junks. i prefer to call it that way, so it would be easy to keep on doing it. i am no poet, i am no geniuses like shakespeare, whitman, or even ws rendra. so i think it would be fair for me to call it scraps.
oh ok, back to the beginning, yeah, i was wondering and for now, i cant seem to figure it out,. yet since recently, i’m getting fond of writing poems and it got better when i found out that some of my friends are doing it too. as time goes by, i suddenly realize that we created a circle of poet in it. wow, cool! i always dreaming about how cool Dead Poet Society was, and this circle somewhat copied it. hu-hah!
since i dont write anything now, i assume (and i hope) that this poem will entertain you. this one is one of my favourites written by robert herrick and was stated in the DPS movie. read it and enjoy.
cheers.
BY ROBERT HERRICK
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
dim moonlight had me to say goodnight
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