Liryc's Poems

A DOT (You are just.....) (11/24/2001)

It may not be something
But it means a lot of things,
It contains stories of several meanings
That we should recognize and realize as human beings.

It may not contain any melody
But it has words that give us clarity,
As a simple art of poetry
That gives us deep meaning about dignity.

It may not be given importance
But we should be acquainted of its relevance,
Even just twice in a while or once
For us to know the correct steps for a music when we dance.

It may be good to let it that way
But making it as a line will add to its beauty,
Perhaps sometimes we couldn't make it better, so let it be
Than to make the paper where it was put dirty.

It may be deleted but don't dare to erase that thing
For only HIM could take it to a place of nothing,
Because HE was creating it with great meaning
Through HIS own likeness and imaging.

A POET (Author of the Universe) (11/23/2001)
He made a poem out of his imagination,
Edited it well and put necessary corrections.
When everything was okay and nothing was wrong,
Then he was to publish his own creation.
Because he made it, it remained as his property;
Nobody could claim it in any way.
Only he who could rewrite the said art of poetry;
And, he deserved to explain the meaning of it in his own special way.

But when time will come that he is to decide;
Some poems will be chosen some will be left behind.
It is true because in all published books you can't find,
Everything that the author has in his mind.

But then no one can fathom per se,
What really the author wanted to convey.
It is still the author's responsibility and authority,
To say that his work is a perfect product of poetry.

Dream of Knight (11/23/2004)
It was dark and no one was there
I guessed I was in the middle of nowhere,
I was awaken by a whisper in my ear
A soft voices I couldn't recognize either.

As time went by I felt so hard
It seemed am leaving the land,
I couldn't even move my right hand
To let my spirit escape and to be done.

I felt being sift by a shining light
That made myself to fight,
By and by I heard a voice that night
Waking me up from my dream of knights.


Dream of Knight II (Undated)

It is dark, it is unusual and I am alone
I don't even know my location and dimension,
I think it is an unknown place to everyone except me
Who is now on this place with myself anonymity?

All I can hear is nothing except a whisper
Though it is mild and soft, it is like a shouting voice near my ear;
It says, "Come with us, and be one."
Yes, I hear it but I let it be 'til it is gone.

As time goes by, I felt so uneasy
I am not certain where am I or where I like suppose to be;
All I know is that I can't identify my real state
My true, actual, and current experience that brings me real fantasy.

Am I still alive of or I have already lost my life?
But look, what I see is a very bright shining light;
Yes, I knew it at last that again I am dreaming about the knight
And, not only my mother, but also my father is waking me tonight.

My Genuine Love (For You And Me)

Millions of people I met since my life was given
Thousands of sad and happy memories I had with them
Hundreds of places in the world I visited since then
But, you're the only one that in my heart still remains.
Unfathomable is the love of God for the people
Immeasurable is the depth of thoughts of every soul;
So, if your love is real, genuine or pure
Who can tell me, how it should be measured?
Every year is bright and wonderful for me
Every month is the time for me to cherish our beautiful memories;
Every day is a new day for our love that always stays;
And the night is for our unhappy and lonely yesterdays.

Playboy (11/25/2001)

He picked it up from the garden
Smelled the odor, he liked it then;
Picked another one if not satisfied by the other
Then examined the beauty of each flower.

After selecting some, he put it to a vase
While disregarded and threw the rest;
He arranged them and put some water,
That made his heart stronger and happier.

Days went by and flower's odor faded and they died
He tried and tried but he had nothing to find;
His time was done and it was not a season for bearing,
Of the flowers that were so daring.

If only he picked up what he only needed
So that if one dies another will replace;
Look, what is happening to him now
No more flower in the garden to will try to made a bow.







HAIKU (Undated)

Sins are all we see

Wherever we go maybe

No good place to stay.


A BETTER PLACE (11/25/2001)



Close your eyes and you will see nothing

Open your eyes and you will see everything

Everything that makes this world ugly

Sins that affect both you and me.



Take a rest so that you could experience peace

Just no more about this place

Because only in dreams you will enjoy

The beauty that the world was supposed to employ.


Untitled (11/28/2001)


It seems just like yesterday

Where my dreams where so faraway

Didn't even know what will be my destiny

In this very dim and full of tears way.

It seems I was in yesterday
But now tears flow because of happiness in me
With my achieved goals and destiny
After the decades of struggles and uncertainty.

The House

I built a house but made out of sand
In a seashore where we had lots of fun
It was good because sun shone so bright
We even forgot our loneliness happening each night.

It stood so strong and independent
Nothing ever defeated its power and strength
Only until high tides arrived that mid-day
That destroyed the house that I built for you and me.




Life
A journey with no beginning
A tour with no ending
It’s hard and needs understanding
To stay and live it with meaning.

They say it will be up to infinity
But, have you ever thought retroactively?
I myself don’t even know my destiny
And, the beginning of this agony.

It’s like a very deep well
That no one can ever tell
Where it ends and what is there
Who is waiting, whenever, wherever?

Driven
It flows in my veins
It’s hot, shaking and exciting
I don’t know where it is coming
Just rising from deep within.

I try to hold it, to keep it
But nothing happened
I let it go and let it be
After a while I like that feeling within me.

Until now I am trying to explain
Finding meaning for this something
But, still it makes no sense
For I am totally driven.
3/9/05

THE VICTIM
By: Liryc

He is innocent
Don’t be violent.
He doesn’t talk
But, did you hear what he spoke?

He did nothing wrong.
Is there something so strong?
Why can’t you hold it?
All he need is a beat.

It was your mistake
And your pleasures too.
Don’t let him to take
What you want to do.

All he need is mercy
He is not your enemy.
He deserved to be alive
For it is a gift to have life.

September 31, 2005 to poetry.com

Cyril Francisco Forro(liryc)
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