I am now fifty years of age. I have loved reading poems since i could remember and my favorite poets are Robert Frost and Rilke. I have been trying to write my own kind of poetry since I was ten and was given the privilege to take part in Silliman University's National Writers Workshop in 1990. I have participated in several other workshops and competitions, too. But I believe, so much more than just weaving words and images, poetry should come from the heart and it is a necessity out of the passion and wonder that comes from our human depth. I write poems because it is part of my being. I stopped writing when my wife died of cancer 2011. Yet, when our only son grew up and started writing on his own, I knew I had to write with him. Now, poetry for us has become an adventure of sorts: Me, my son, Joshua, and our verses from the heart. Thank you Poemhunter.com and all who are part of this... and to Bri Edwards who asked that my bio be less cryptic... From the heart. Adrian
on hangers of different sizes i place the wet clothes now free of stain..
my task set, i survey the skies praying there'll be no rain...
i'm just a bit worried to leave behind helpless all the white
yet, i can only wish every dust and hurt will fade against the light.
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i ride the wind
aiming for a star.
my heart tells me
that's where you are.
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It was raining again … like there's a war in the skies
Yet, I had a thirst for something I could not find.
So, listening to the sleepy music I closed my eyes
And daydreamed of my adventure as a blind …
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Thirteen years, I have been around -
So many places …
but I seem to have not found
the right bundle of colors for my restlessness.
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You're spending time away from home
You think of your loved ones every minute everyday
Thank you for holding up the line
You're weary but you stand against the storm
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