D' Poems of My Life

Today and All Your Birthday's

2010-09-22T06:27:00.000-07:00

Autumn is coming soon and leave's start fallen
This season might be too late for 1-more dream,
And summer has gone from long overdue
Whatever season falls it all ends to you.

I heard the angels in heaven singing allellujah
The Westminster choir sounding lullabye,
I pause at drunkin man shouting hurray
Everyone's happy B'coz its your Birthday.

I might not be a song you can sing today
Nor a bell you can hang on Christmas day,
Neither a pillow you hugging all night long
Or an iPod you can listen your fav'rte song.

I'm not famous and rich like Enrique Iglesias,
Your H-ero for once but I, the one that always last;
To remain faith, inlove, devoted and true
Today and all your Birthday's right beside you.

Happy Birthday My Feunee!

Cuando Usted Esta I Se

2009-08-24T16:34:00.000-07:00

Till I bow down to the last King of England,
And toast the sword of Monte Cristo;
From the thousand Isles of far east islands,
I will sail this love wherever i go.

Till the tides of season comes to end,
and the throne of men fall;
Till the world rise on judgement,
With this love I conquered 'em all.

Till the life's journey dim in surface
I Moved mountains and embraced;
Till all humors of war come endure,
I will be you knight and shining armour.

Till this eyes come to endless sleep,
And your beauty fades in grave;
Till my last breath and words to fall
I will be wherever my love go!

-- Post From My iPhone

Catching Train

2009-08-24T16:27:00.001-07:00

I brought my feet to catch work,
Yet not fast enough to run and walk
With train too fast to pass the station,
I saw it moving forward fading gone.

Knowing one stop is coming ahead,
Fast breath still hangs as i leave;
As the next train slowly approaching
Catching Time is always my daily game.

I summed up the wheels of assume
Beating time is good to run home.
Cambridge heath is a dull station
Not to wish a wait and stay but gone.

I choosed to live day-work this way
Far from home and time to catch train.
Creating one simple poem like this
Tilll i reach Silver street i have to finish the piece.

-- Post From My iPhone

Mi Poema de Amor Inmortal - My Immortal Love Poem

2009-04-03T03:21:00.000-07:00

Through Thick and thin here I’ll be
The shadow of dooming sky and gloom,
Never think of turning back the face
Of time and years i will never return.

So faithfully stand beside your midst
and troubles of days to come and go,
Ramdomly attracted our far journeys
It might be there, still I’ll be here for you.

Does this remind of our separates lives
we’ve longed spent the years of longing,
with seasons that made us strong and wise
The love that molds us in years hidden.

El Viva Santo Nino! I’ve meet you in drums
The chemistry of feelings was so magical,
Endures the festival that brings you home
Staring your face so intensely vocal.

That starts my sun shining on continuely
the feeling of loving wretch and swears,
Married in mind and soul and eternally
Vowed to be with you as we grow old fair.

La esposa de cariño Angelical de mi vida!
I oath in tides of time and death beyond,
You are my strenght por amor destinado’ra!
Till last breath i speak, We will meet again!.

oh Funylyn, su mi poema más hermoso!

I've Laughed This Day Ye!

2009-03-31T15:55:00.000-07:00

Who said often say "Ye!" in hundred times a day?
Everyone's does said the same, Ye! Yea? Yeah!
Too funny how things came out on April Fools Day,
Everyone mess it, but I laugh out loud today.

The Housekeeper said, Oh ye my dear!
The Porter said, Your calling there Ye?
The Nurse often said, Domestic Ye!
Everyone said, Hi! Hello! How are Ye?

That English Scots word never fades
Everyday is like whistle-tone prey;
Ye never fool this April as anyone else ye?
Ye never take jokes from someone ye?.

What an irish accent remain in culture,
Wallace movie heir the throne rules;
I make laugh at it hearing over replay,
It marks my tongue and repeat Ye?.

At work, you never tired to hear ye?
Countless Ye can't buried it ye, Ye?
Ain't it right to pronouns or Ye right?
I've laughed this day hearing YE!

Ye right? Ye!

Whisper of Mind

2009-03-29T15:27:00.000-07:00

Filled with dreams and wishes,
Thoughts of something to ashes;
Brought of nowhere to think of action,
And creates random still before dawn.

Raging water in speed of fire,
Denied some wishful dreams retire;
Drought and empty well to end,
Shout it down, fools to mend.

Fallen waters renew the limited soul
Wisdom came in and shattered calls;
Reclaimed the dreams of beyond limit,
Accompanied by wise and siezed it.

Too many failures and dreams falls,
Yet never antagonize the fear soul;
Once one wise lead its course path,
Dreams will achieve, received that.

Whisper it too gently and listen well,
Do it never, just let it fall like wheels;
Follow the old wisdom of Alpha and Omega,
fill within the whisper of mind, Tantra.

D' Poems of My Life

2009-03-22T16:34:00.001-07:00

I found this fascinating quote today:

Some may die in pain of sacrifices,Other's will lead them there;To the place where no one cares,Pain never rest in among fewAnd the world to them is hateAs the sun go down and the thingsIs long way overdue.Garmino, D' Poems of My Life, Mar 2009

You should read the whole article.

The Goody Fame of Dying

2009-03-22T15:50:00.000-07:00

She was hated by many few's
And judged by cruelty of man's egos;
Casted by stone's and threw unto her face,
Yet she turned it into gold in every pieces.

Labelled as dumb and naughty witch,
But big brother never spoiled the bitch;
She came from little too unknown few
Too ride the limelight, and color true.

Oh, too long to face the expected death,
And earned her fame in every inch minutes;
The too dumbed and became wise enough,
Let the world see as she lie in bed of roses.

Goody fame of dying and she got rich,
Left her family with wealth as she breath;
Turn on the TV and read the newspaper,
Jade tell her story pain cervical cancer.

He who have no mistakes throw stone,
For Jade catch it and make it into gold;
No one leaves with any penny with,
A wise mother of two, make her children rich.

And thats the goody fame of dying!

Happy Mother's day and may your soul rest in peace Jade.

The Wisdom of The Wicked

2009-03-07T11:57:00.000-08:00

Some may die in pain of sacrifices,
Other's will lead them there;
To the place where no one cares,
Pain never rest in among few
And the world to them is hate
As the sun go down and the things
Is long way overdue.

The fun is done, the music rest,
Dancer's tired, left far east;
Mickey's dead, the Clown is gone,
Time is up, from dust till dawn.

Who else wants to suffer?
Enjoy the life of vain under;
Never learned from old folks,
That life's on earth is not a hoax.

Wasted, wounded, useless,
Grasp a piece of meat skinless;
Guided by the false apparation,
Lead someone for comdemnation.

Some may believe them real,
Other's will just stay there;
To the place where no one see
That life's on earth is... Free!

In Unwanted Place

2009-02-28T12:17:00.000-08:00

Small square table at dainty kitchen,
Divided empty rooms of tenants;
Unwashed dishes scattered around
Still your face I see on the ground.

Water dropping over shower’s floor
Old skeletal repaired fan gives fiction wind;
Dusted jealousies of broken window,
Still I picture you naked and beautiful.

Zipping hot coffee while listening over old radio,
Outside, I heard winding rain drops few;
Classic painted walls old and rusted,
Still thinking of you vividly undisrupted.

Uncollected garbage over flowed,
Lost pair of sock and scattered shoes
And my watch tic tack ticking,
Still I see your face boldly forming.

Its 11: 38 O’clock too early to pray,
Yet time dues for me to oblique;
Hearing music from distant buildings,
Still I see your precious smile clinging.

Too hard to get bore and alone,
Staring old lamp nailed on ceiling room;
In areas so privately privacy,
Still am thinking of you perfectly.

I wrote this unedited poem
Where writer’s described face of condition;
Too rare, simple, deep and true,
But this time only you am thinking through.

Put me in Smokey Mountain
Place me in a crowded market;
Jail me, kill me, buried me,
But your face lives inside me.

In this unwanted place of temporaries,
No matter what condition lies in?
In this every essential moments so fragile,
You’re a ghost in my hunted world of sigh.

I'm Your's Till' The End

2009-02-22T13:37:00.000-08:00

By: Jay B. Garmino

With all the days of my life
I live without you,
I never ever give up
Till I finally have you.
Now your here inside my heart
And will become my wife,
I would spend the rest of
My days to live with you.
Loving you with every beat of my heart,
Missing you every days apart.
Thinking of you with all
My thought and Strength,
I'm yours...

Forever till the end.

Give My Life

2009-02-22T13:06:00.000-08:00

By: Jay B. Garmino

In my space time to confess the truth,
Looks allured mine hands as i unfold;
To write digging thoughts to relieve
And think of none such damn and leave.

My self, my feelings, my love, my soul
Thereby silent, I made to conquered them all.
Since then to look again un-armored,
Naked that poorest of me bestowed;

Unfancied wealth of the world and defeats,
Painted sigh of my face unveiled
Those rough past days is gone to die,
A new life to step with a lullaby.

Long I meet my Feunee girl in Festivities
As Brutus silent Caesar throne in Greece.
To present myself with empty promises,
Like Jesus, I will give my life to her
and nothing else.

My Autumn Love Like

2009-02-21T14:37:00.000-08:00

Writen by: Jay B. Garmino

Autumn come to me again once more,

Fill me with your fallen leaves and color;

Shaded tress aligned my roads of love,

Tell me you do, tell me no blue.

Wooden bench I set tight with you;

Full of passion and my dreams came true;

I sealed this cloudy sky to pour rain,

I never want to leave this season again.

Stop now and give me bed of roses,

Grows from the field of yellow I gazed;

Your wind so cool and touched my face,

Stop the time now for you I want to rest.

Oh autumn tell you do leave me no more,

I lay down on your breeze ground full of colors;

From sunrise to sunset and fences of the woods,

And clear night sky with stars and full moon.

Thinking when will you ever wanted to come,

Your picture I want to stare all alone;

Your amazing beauty right at my face,

I will kiss your season now and ever.

Oh autumn, you’re my autumn love,

Come now today for tomorrows no part;

I promised you of song and dancing,

This poem for you once again I sing.

The Jewel Island of Asian Beauty

2009-02-19T15:50:00.000-08:00

Your an island from the far east Asia,
I can swim and dive the barrier reef;
Sailing on the open water of life,
Tropical beauty, oh! I longed kept.

The Golden Sunset I see with a coffee,
Till Dawn staring your Asian face so rich;
Tirelessly seating at the cafe Lotte,
The priceless free life at the beach.

Fine White Sand, Nipa House, and Blue water,
A dream to every one's, a life full days to me;
Because I lived with you in great years,
Nurtured the seasons of turtle days free.

Oh! How fragile the years to come soon,
Not too late but too few to live long;
But I will not waste the ages I left to stay,
To embrace your beauty slowly fading away.

I will treasure each moment walking around,
Left nothing but a footprints in the sand;
For the day will come I'll return to the ground
And see no more Island and beauty of Asian.

Who knows to live long enough like you do,
Wasted by someone but I'm love with you;
God given soul of true wonders of treasure,
I will stand by you till I breath no more.

Poem made by: Jay B. Garmino
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