Hello there. I’m Edgar R. Eslit, a budding poet they say. Jokes in here. Well, seriously, poets please themselves. There is nothing to stop good writers producing work that they like reading. Or what they consider worth reading. A beginner may ask: Do I have the talent to make it as a writer? Tutors handle the matter tactfully, saying that determination is essential to unlock the depths of a writer’s personality and potential. But without increasing absorption, fascination and sheer pleasure in literary craftsmanship, that talent will never see the light of day. Native ability and hard work are essential to poetry, and pleasure is the stimulus to both. So, what’s in Poetry that I like most? Well, I believe poetry will lead us to the superior truth, versatile and wide-ranging, it’s a special mode of knowledge, and it has convenience as it gives sheer pleasure to me and my readers. All these simply give me a sense of fulfillment that somehow my poems are getting someone’s heart grow fonder. Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom. - Robert Frost.
Poets whom I really admire: Christopher Marlowe, Anthony L. Tan, William Shakespeare, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, Rudyard Kipling, Geoffrey Chaucer, John Donne, Dylan Thomas, Robert Browning, Ben Jonson, Nick Carbo, and John Keats.
Email can be sent at www.edgareslit@yahoo.com. Ciao!
Cephalous Thaddeus thugs the thrombin near the toad
Thundering thunderous voices throb so broad
But when he finally realizes the thrill he thralls
Cephalous Thaddeus touted the toad like unlading troll
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Daw gilimot, nawala, ug nahikalimtan mo na sa dayon
Ang himno ug awit sa atong damgo nga gi hiklib ko karon
Kay ang mga tipasi sa kagahapon daw kini haghagonon
Nga nagahaploy sa akong kalawasan tim-os nga handomon
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In the presence of my gifted teachers
our classroom becomes a delightful place
In the hands of my gifted teachers
There is laughter in every student's lips
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Moonless and sleepless nights I prayed for you, oh Love
The Almighty God touched my soul from heaven above
I tossed and turned all night for am dreaming of you
I love thee with the passion of care so true
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In the beginning there was only God
The earth was without form and void
And God said
“Let there be light”
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