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Angelo Faunillo Poem
When it rain, it pours
It's like opening every doors
Whizzing wind, Whispering breeze
Makes your senses at ease.
When it rain it pours
It's like knocking every doors
Thunder here, lightning there
Awaking your sense somewhere.
When it rain it pours
It's like sweeping every floors
Homes are wet, walls have tears
Taking every dirt and fears.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
(A Fable in a Poetry Form)
Once there was a lively bee
Flying on the lake so free
He stop on a certain flower
That seems to grow each and every hour
He went near and nearer to it
Smeeling every petals so sweet
He turned to it 'round and around
And oh! Then found butterfly on the ground
It lies there as if no life
Under the heat of the sunlight
He flies to it 'round and around
And what's this? the butterfly make no sound.
The bee wondered what to do
He think everything he could do
He tried to wake the butterfly
At last it moved slowly and tried to fly
"I can't fly"said the butterfly
"My wings are so tired and weak."
"I could help you fly" said the bee to butterfly
"And help you a place and comfort to seek."
But the bee is to small to fly
He couln't carry the butterfly
At last he think a good idea
That'll help them both went above to fly
The bee flew and went to his place
And called every companions at pace
He came back with the other bees
Carried the sleeping butterfly at peace
When the butterfly was awake
She remembered every moments in lake
She called out for a feast
Invited each and every bees as a guest
Then the lake went colorful
All the flowers bloom from gloom
Then the bees are full of laughter
They and the butterfly unite forever.
Moral Lesson: It doesn't matter what you are and who you are and what's the difference between you and the other person. As long as you help one another, you will live happily forever after.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
The sun is up and I have to packed up,
The things I want to bring with the light of the morning
The trees are dancing, the wind is whispering
All I want is freedom but there is nothing.
The clouds are clear and I have to walk
The people I see smiling I paused and talk
They asked where I am going with my sweats flowing
All I want is freedom but there is nothing.
They wonder and frowned with my answer
They look at each other as if asking what ever
I continued to walk and stop talking with those creatures
But the station is still far away that my eyes couldn’t measure.
I stop and saw a tree and went to shade
The birds are flying fast and sharply like a blade
I pause and think for a while where I am going
All I want is freedom, but there is nothing.
Hours have passed and I am tired of walking
To arrive at the train station where people are waiting
Somebody asked me where I am going
All I want is freedom, but there is nothing.
The train has arrived and I saw it gliding
I went near to its door and get inside to sit
The sound has started and someone beside me saying:
“All I want is freedom, but there is nothing.”
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
The Sun will bring the light
It makes your day so bright
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said he
The light would bring eternity.
The moon shines with the star
That makes your wish went far
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said she
My moon light would bring eternity
The sun and the moon met one time
They never met each for a long time
"How are you? How are you?"asked they
Then both days and nights are gay.
One day the moon went away
And the sun was left and turns to gray
"Where are you? where are you?"asked he
But no response was heard for glee.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
I was born in the nineties
Where my mother used to sing melodies
of her music so sweet to hear
of her voice which stole my fear.
I was born in the nineties
Where my sister used to read fantasies
of her imagination so amusing
that her heart would stop beating.
I was born in the nineties
Where my brother used to play in balconies
his laughter so loud and audible
And his caress makes me comfortable.
I was born in the nineties
Where my father used to tell stories
of his experience with his best-friend
that his smile would have no end.
I was born in the nineties
A time where I watch cartoons and movies
New one's came and all are gone,
Just like life when time is done.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
Living lying on a lonely bed
Listening loving on the lessons said
"Tomorrow! Yes Tomorrow" will change a man's feelings from sorrow.
Living longing for the future now
Leaving lonely image and mem'ries down
"Tomorrow! Yes tomorrow!" Said a man full of hope from sorrow.
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
Darkness Alone
Here I walk, Here I'm trembling
I was here in darkness alone
Here the bats fastly flying
Here the wind whispers and flown.
Here I lay, Here I'm sleeping
I was here in darkness alone
Here the rats fastly walking
Here the footsteps are audible.
Here I run, Here I feared
I was here in darkness alone
Here my hands cold and dead
Here the raindrops are invisible.
Here I see, Here I noticed
I was here in darkness alone
Here a man wore in black
Here I feared and run back.
Here I think, Here I whisper
I was here in darkness alone
Here I guess what to do
Here the man is waiting too.
Here I lay, here I wake
I was not in darkness alone
Here I was on my bed
Here a nightmare just like dead.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
That little into big
That piglet into pig
That rain into rainbow
That pathway to follow.
That winter into spring
That gold one into ring
That fruit into sweet taste
That cold night into days.
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
At this hour of evening
Can't stop wondering
What to write about
Without hesitation and doubt.
I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
Either 'bout love or family
Adventure,politics and society
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.
I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
About a man who feels in love
With a woman who looks like dove
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.
I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
About a boy who makes magic
And a certain place so romantic
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.
I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
About the countless stars that blinks
So bright that my heart would sink
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.
I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
Of every little things on earth living
And every living things on earth dying
These are what I'll gonna write about
Without hesitation and doubt.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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Angelo Faunillo Poem
Black and White are hue
It’s like colors of me and you
Dancing with joy through good old day
Those happy memories are in gay.
Black and White are hue
You’ll never dislike it and feel blue
But some will choose between the two
Then both are wondering what to do.
Black and White are hue
Each are asking who is true
The true color which presents beauty
The color which you’ll never be lonely
Black and White are hue
And the day comes of their argue
“I am the real beauty!” said black
That made the white turns its back.
Black and White are hue
And the white answered in view
“I am the purity!” said the white
That made the black eyes wide.
Black and White are hue
And one day their came a rainbow
“Stop the argue!” said the hues
Then both colors went into horror.
Black and White are hue
The next scene will explain to you
“We also want to join you Mr. Rainbow
Are we not also a color like them?” asked both.
Black and White are hue
The rainbow answered in view
“I will make you join once you stop arguing!”
Then the black and white stop the speaking.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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