In Unwanted Place

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

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

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

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

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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