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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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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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The Silver-tongued Poet: ENTOMBED
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A blog of a contemporary bard. Tuesday, January 8, 2008. By Wilson Niñofranco Guntang. Let your grave rise like a mirror in front of you,. And reminds you the inescapable stage of life. How long have you been trying to ignore it exist? For certain is our lives that comes like a mist. Indulge yourself to what the world sees right,. Like walking on the path of the sinking sand. You wanted to feel young and look young even. But you cannot deny the fact that you are going to die. Many has entered this and ye...
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The Silver-tongued Poet: QUILLING SPREE
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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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The Silver-tongued Poet: AMNESIAC BARD
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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? A POET...
