Humility

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A virtue that I seek, humility.

It strives in each man’s heart,

yet, with dilemma and uncertainty –

such kindness’ missing part.

Holiness, a rare find – humility.

One may often forget,

or choose to neglect his humanity.

Still, in the end – regrets.

Great challenge for the soul, humility.

Once found, lost evermore.

A fool as I, boast for this sanctity,

for my heart remains sore.

Desiring for humility in me.

Alas, to seal my lips,

or hush one’s arrogance, I fail to see,

as I long for this piece.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ December 29, 2011

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Sonnet 028

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What would I do without you my darling?

To write a tale about you, I could do.

As I dream about your smile, so charming.

Or think about your face against my blue.

What can’t I do without you in this world?

Much love to share and many more to gain,

delightful kisses, embraces to hold.

Still, without you – an odd hollow, my pain.

Imagining this place without your love,

as I enjoy my life with another.

Tonelessly laughing while I gaze above,

aching for someone dear as no other.

The earth may live and with life, I can toy

I shall seek for you to complete my joy.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ December 1, 2011

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Stolen Beauty

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Vibrant look vanishes.
A bright face into gloom.
Pink blush diminishes.
An ashen pallid look.
It took her youth.
Lovely smile, gone astray.
Cruel bed of tranquil,
a sorrowful embrace.
The true beauty remains,
her pure loving soul.

(c) MMV Abad @ January 22, 2009

Faith in Miracles

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She sleeps…
Her gentle breathing makes her serene.
She dreams…
Nice memories, loved one, inspirations.
She sighs…
The promise of everlasting peace.
She stirs…
With all my heart, I pray…
There is still hope.

(c) MMV Abad @ January 22, 2009

Victoria

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 My gloria,

remember Victoria?

As shadows begin to creep,

she prays for valor,

and hope not to weep ,

for to die, she must savor .

Remember Victoria?

Her love and her vow?

My own gloria,

the girl who was once your beau.

She aches to hear your voice,

Every night, she waits -

your heart, her sole choice.

Hence, to perish is her fate.

Do you remember her name?

Her enthusiasm?

Her spirit, her game?

Victoria, your phantasm.

Your lover, my dearest friend.

Guilt has been attained,

lies have come to end,

yet affection has remained.

Remember Victoria?

her madness, my feat.

All my gloria,

for my birth has been her death.

My gloria,
remember Victoria.

© Phoenix Montoya @ October 11, 2011

' Remembering a friend, remembering our love.'

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Morning Chills

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No wicked weather or cold air, not a clue,

for the world baths in rays of warmth.

The heaven, a peaceful hue of white and blue,

as beautiful songs fill the earth.

No ghastly someone to hold, or break us down.

The spirits of men have gone kind,

for only love remains, hauteur has been blown,

enclosed in a brotherhood’s bind.

No ill fortune, black cats or wretched curses,

for wizards and witches have left.

Our destiny lays safe from any forces,

yet, our choices exposed for theft.

Freezing or warm morning has been made perfect,

each dawn, a fresh and flawless start.

Ugly trials of yesterday, morning wreck,

hence, frost is only in the heart.

© Phoenix Montoya @ October 11, 2011

'Imagining the bright side of things.'

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Peaceful Evening

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How I long for the night –

be it starlit or starless,

gloomy or bright.  

Night time – Oh, such kindness!

Not that I am obsessed,

or a creature of the night.

But, someone blessed,

to attain it tonight.

Not that I seek escape,

from the certainty in light.

But to stay safe,

as I secure my fight.

Longing to close my eyes,

in the shade of a raven.

Mere man as I,

sleep – sweet piece of heaven.

© Phoenix Montoya @ October 11, 2011

'Night time passion.'

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