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The Silver-tongued Poet: January 2008

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A blog of a contemporary bard. Tuesday, January 8, 2008. By Wilson Niñofranco Guntang. Lyrics, rhymes and mind’s empty spaces. Like a rhythm blown away from song’s perpetual melody. Numb from neurotic impulses scribbling the quill. Or no thoughts of profound simplicity ever comes to him. Quill, paper, ink and uncharted stokes. Never thinking the visitation of a loss to compose. Muttered complexity of bursting frustration. Yet none was started out from the forsaken symphony. But where to embark on? As if ...

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The Silver-tongued Poet: July 2008

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A blog of a contemporary bard. Tuesday, July 8, 2008. By Wilson Ninofranco Guntang. Caught in seasons of unchanging vision. To hunt the words from a misty mind. Flashes of anonymity I continually pursue. To divulge what was already known. I tried waiting patiently for the exact lexis I need. And put baits around so easier it will be for me. Minutes turned into hours unnoticed. It seems that my shooting quill will start to rusts. Time became irrelevant at the moment. But concerned I am to my shaking hands.

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~~ swimming prose ~~: On a Road Trip

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My words, thoughts, and proses as I swim through the waters of life. Thursday, December 29, 2011. On a Road Trip. The pale and hazy moon. Above the endless dark fields. Is my only solace,. As we speed through this lonely road. On this trip that is taking too long. I want to say goodnight to love. The path to the highway seems endless,. And I am kept awake. By the bumps and turns. Of this shortcut we have taken. Though I am keeping an eye on the road,. I want to say goodnight to love. On a Road Trip.

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~~ swimming prose ~~: August 2007

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My words, thoughts, and proses as I swim through the waters of life. Wednesday, August 08, 2007. Eulogy for Desideria Belandres Tolentino. From the voices of her brothers and sisters). She was our motivator, pushing us to excel in academics, who taught us the value of good education. She was our surrogate mother in our early years, always having a special place in her home for her sisters, always caring, concerned, and attending to our daily needs. I can picture Desing in her early teaching years, walkin...

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The Silver-tongued Poet: THE CARPENTER'S WOOD

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A blog of a contemporary bard. Tuesday, January 8, 2008. THE CARPENTER’S WOOD. By Wilson Ninofranco Guntang. I once stood on this earth. Where my feet formerly embracing its fertility. Cut-off for the reason I don’t know why. As if I was being prepared for a great feast. Clusters of questions but no answer would dare to appear. Piled with my own kind, my dying body has now been reserved. Alas, my long wait is over and they had already chosen me. Going to a destination I do not know where. And for those w...

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The Silver-tongued Poet: A POET WHO FORGETS TO WRITE

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A blog of a contemporary bard. Tuesday, January 8, 2008. A POET WHO FORGETS TO WRITE. A POET WHO FORGETS TO WRITE. By: Wilson Niñofranco Guntang. There is a poet and his poems were very good. When love penetrates to his soul, writing was his mood. As this happens he gets a paper and picks a pen,. Then he strokes for eternity for his poems have no end. A valley of colors for each poem which to other might be worthless,. But for him it's all precious jewels - a treasure that is priceless. Bards on the Loose.

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The Silver-tongued Poet: UTMOST FEAR

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A blog of a contemporary bard. Tuesday, January 8, 2008. By Wilson Ninofranco Guntang. The wake of zephyr that touches my skin. Signaled my hand to compose. A transparent truth to a dying reality. Needs to be unveiled in the eloquence of life. It is more than the existence of the Grim Ripper. And more than the authenticity of the death,. The unfathomed road of the after life. That was thrown into the Oblivion of the human mind. We trudge a world we claim we know. Still, the road map of life left unopened.

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~~ swimming prose ~~: September 2006

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My words, thoughts, and proses as I swim through the waters of life. Thursday, September 21, 2006. You probably think, Ate,. That the millions of cubic meters of the Pacific. And that you are, most certainly, estranged. From our home’s familiar sounds,. The whizzing of the aquarium’s filter,. The longing moan of Miming to her lover. But what is amazing is that. My thoughts permeate the air that you breathe. They become a part of you everyday. The beads of sweat inching its way. Down my forehead in this.

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~~ swimming prose ~~: come away with me

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My words, thoughts, and proses as I swim through the waters of life. Wednesday, September 12, 2007. Come away with me. The first time I heard this song, I felt sleepy and bored. It was playing on Shiho's car as she was driving us to West Beach, Indiana, some years ago. It was a lazy, dreamy, and peaceful day. I learned to love the song ever since, and longed to hear it everytime I felt nostalgic, melancholic and longing for that idyllic day spent with friends I felt close with. Come Away With Me. 6:48 PM...

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~~ swimming prose ~~: Anticipating

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My words, thoughts, and proses as I swim through the waters of life. Thursday, July 05, 2007. Like a little boy holding a boat-shaped ice cream bar. He just bought from a nearby sari-sari store. In the dead heat of summer,. His happiness contained in moments of anticipation,. My soul is refreshed, elated. By the mere sight of your glowing smile. And the twinkle of your almond eyes. Anticipating our next encounter. I am restless, fidgeting. Searching for what can be done. What I could do. To fill the void.