Arnel Francis

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T he shades just wanly passed my way Of once colorful splashes of hue Skies turned silver The yellows gone You smashed the red and changed my greens too You left me paley white At this golden instance Now all I can remember Are hazy shades of YOU . . . I made this poem way back my Masteral days in 2006. We were tasked by Prof.  Concesa Lagare  to create poems using COLORS. I chose blue (being my favorite) not realizing emotion surfaced.Reading this now,I could still feel its intensity and nostalgic whip...I guess, my twist of a Limerick one gave the stance and attitude to make it as it was...enjoy!

One last Sniff in for GOOD-BYE Bows were courtesy done repeatedly Not to end but to pause for awhile Waiting for the next likeable tune to play When we may dance … and put on an act again We sometimes dizzied ourselves from a twirl Then pause to come back empty Faces paled by the sickening motion Breathing stopped … but still unmindful of its caution Many times you glided on a Mazurka Lively hopping from one partner to another Oh how I could see the glow in you But when you reached me…you only said “I’m tired, let’s sit” When our favorite tune was played I was hoping you’d grab me to the center But you seemed to forget that it was our music The thing we used to enjoy most Many times you fancied on looking how good you are in the mirror I told you never mind for you always DO But you seemed to have not LISTENED For my words never mean anything to you When the ball was nowhere to go but to end At 12 midnight I decided When everything in me was exasperated Not my body but my Heart One las...

The Perfect Proposal By: Arnel Francis V. Morales The rain has relentlessly continued for days like it has a mind of its own, not knowing of when it’s going to stop. Every time Dave has an important day in his life, the weather always seemed to be uncooperative. The haphazardly parked 1968 Ford sedan on the narrow driveway revealed that he was rushing home late last night. A salesman for 3 years now, he has never even marked the tail of his dream to become rich by the age of 30- a target he missed two years ago. “A time for everyone” was always his self-comforting pathetic liner every time lapses of bad luck came his way. Dave was determined that he would win his way in the end. Rushing out as he grabbed his bulky car keys in one hand and leaving his half-finished cup of black roast on the sink, he is faced with the usual dilemma of having a long drive in this tormenting weather – the undeniable condition of his car. The wiper that barely touch the windshield, the half-focusing headl...

On Forgetting I have befriended loneliness as it crept my midnight pillows I welcomed it as a celebrating wash for my troubled soul to calm I sang with it lullabies to hush its deafening wail that it may fade And cease to bother me as I lay I tucked myself with the warmth of your illusive blanket and tossed to find comfort Many times for every recurring thought of the terrible fate I made I arranged the beating of my heart into a symphony that it may dance my soul Into a deep trance I succumb... Till the pain’s no more... but numbing For time has mirrored my defeat like a beam so blinding It flashes back and forth ...unforgiving I learned to be unresentful That I shared to sadness a piece of my heart to devour till it burps Wishful that it won’t cross my mind any more Of the memories we had before I tamed the throbbing pain with a whiplash of blame To make me strong for the sideshow to endure I made the longing rest and talked myself that the best things doesn’t end But just t...