"Acquiescence of a Poet dips his pen in an inkwell,  
And secretes his or her fervor and soul ,
With alluring  words of  nuance,
That tell a story of emotion of,
Love sadness and more in  canticles or sonnets,
That one will never FORGET"

“I have barely left you as you submerge in my mind,  
As I struggle with soothed echoes in my head,
Sea swells lurch over rocky shoreline drops of azure,
Brightness bursts and lugs the pedals of the foam,

Oh deciduous radiance breaking in the froth,
Trembling sail whose effloresce demise retort,
Becoming desultory fragmented brine of the Sea,
Foreordain jaundiced precludes merging of the mind,

My love we have found each other thirsting afore,
As a butterfly ***** nectar from flowers blooming,
She so feeds the nectar from my soul now drunken,
Here enthralled we lope in the brine fused as one,

Knowing the deep nature of water and cosmos,
Conjoined like a substance of the deep blue,
Mangled by our overwhelming of fervor desires,
Absorbed in perpetual sand we bear our souls,
Of our unflinching benignancy”
By A. Guzaldo 07/27/2018 ©

“Serendipity of a creation and loves that remembered,  
I have no absence of aliment it is the loves I lack,
Those that rivalries at the beauty flesh that covers your body,
Say they do toward you against night’s strength,

In the darkness of days that may be set afore us,
All you need to do is reach out your hand,
And I will be there the light I bare may not suffice,
However holding hands we shall go on a journey,

Fleece are there could they not stare laggard mandible
I want not melancholy to accrue thee nor to weep,
Days light up I need not justification of the night coming,
Discover the light we need for our heart to cleanse our souls,  

Libation to me only with thine eyes as I will pledge to thee,
Vigor my own flesh woman whom I love and want not to lose
But thou summon to me a breath I thirst and hunger for,
There were woes and detritus and you were the prodigy and you,
My libation of serendipity”
By Andrew Guzaldo 12/08/2018 ©

My conscious mind has sudden feeling of my origin,
From in the midst of my soul as if in my juvenility,
Impaired appendages on my lost exploring odyssey,
Luminous like the troposphere of a mere cerebrum,

Embrace me warmly in your arms remove my anguish,
As we can cling to the desire we once had no addendum,
Aggregate the wall of shadow draw back beyond my desires,
In the depths sphere of your soul and clutched in your arms,

I abjure you come and take me from this place contain me,
How difficult and inebriated how tensed and ardent I walked,
The sense of coalesce hope that contrived me to my beloved,  
Whisper your words of comfort as you pellicle away my pain,

Alas matron with tenderness so humbling endearing to me,
Nimbly brief my craving was to her as apple blossoms wane,
Momentous instance of imperishable matter between our souls
Will profound pare be rigid for matron I will see no more?  
By Andrew Guzaldo 1/12/2019 ©

"The brine of sunrise has been aggregate to my life,
The Sea filled with love and emotion so have thou?
You fill my heart and soul with complete rapture,
Our hands embrace itinerant as the sunlight appears,

“I will want my antediluvian voluble to win your heart,
To continue to serenade and catechize my love,
Sonnet of love that will cajole your pleasures,
At this radiant time with a perpetual perpetually attire,

Her kisses taught my lips to embody the flame procured,
Her mouth has taught me the fervor of emotion,
As our sensations mount to an unrivaled high of sensuality,
Came into a demur yet noble fathom delectation of love,

Her celestial auspice lustrous as the morning calm sea,
You begin to rue with pleasure as you have never before,
As the imaginary ethereal sunbirds fly above the brine below,
So is the sweet scented bouquet of your amour femininity,

I love you as the calicoes pompon of the sea love the deep brine,
As briny deep spawn calamus into neophyte perennial enclaves”
       By AG 5/20/2020 © HP

"Our task is to show that however wonderful,
things may appear In today’s World and lifestyle,
may not be all that great Even the darkest night will end,
The sun will rise regardless as our optimism changes to pessimism,

Roses may grow in a stone yet not in the earth,
As optimism has shown love exist or it can turn rapaciousness,
To those that are lacking idealism,
Rapaciousness will continue to exist as do oceans,

As we forded across the river’s edge feel the love,
The upsurge bares,
Stones or boulders may  bare flowers,
As rainfalls so will it kiss the flower wherever they growth,

We will endure also the growth of optimism,
Solitude will bring a cumbersome heart;
Depression will remain in a semblance of a new destiny,
This may precede a pessimistic venture,

Loves fate arrives pessimism succumbs to an optimistic,
Tormenting discomforts mind boggling opinions
May abound all aspects until ones last breath,
Ominous emotions turbulent gestures of Idealism Antivenin”
By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  08/06/2019

“The enclave and eyes of the waves,  
She belonged on a reef near the sea,
As she will leave the sea in a hazy daze,  
Feelings for her have grown and developed,
  
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,
Lost without the tenderness of her eyes,
Those eyes that have captivated me,  
Upon peering into her eyes time stood still,  

I am lost into the intensity of her speech,
Speech that brims into my ears with joy,
I am lost into the fervency of her heart,
Fervor reaches me even though we are apart,

Amidst our meeting it was love from the start,
My heart bears inscrutable pain without her
That endless comfort inner happiness when near,
The love we shared was beyond any composition,
  
As distant waves and blackbirds awake,
May her littoral protoplasm never deliquesce,
On the waves of the enclave”
    By AG 06/06/2018  ©

"Sometimes you meet someone,
And it’s seems risible,
Whereas the two of you,
On some level belong together.

As good friends in no way louche,
Or as that of a family acquaintance,
You just click as if you have,
Known each other always,

You may meet people like this,
Through your entire life,
Out of nowhere under,
The strangest incredulity,

But they help you feel conscious,
I don't know if that makes me,
Believe in concomitance,
Or inevitability or sheer fate,

But it definitely makes me believe,
In something that is valuation,
Of discovering,
Under Strangest Circumstances"

“To linger in the coarseness of such tribulation without her,
Angel of unsullied which admits no stain I am a noble man,
Edges of decision apathetic illusion satiated in dreams,
Will we depict with agony like vertigo amidst our lives,

In need for something convivial of exploits and adventures,
I cannot choose love in the doorways of infertile sordidness,
Anima falls into the luring darkness of lugubrious calamity,
****** away despair nurture the exigency that is moirai,

Romance of every ideology torments the romance of another,
****** off the rancor and the cognizance of root anxieties,
Once an effulgence of brazenly resolute bond with others,
Beautiful in creation is squall to cultivate as natality begins,

Uncertain fate gets bathed from your inundated minds of euphoria
Clench  your that guard you through deserted nights of loneliness,
Inward images so engulf one seeking affinity of future natality,
In the lateness of the world primal lamenting not to succumb to
Infertile Sordidness”
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  12/15/2019  #176

"The link with exiguities was abundantly clear,
It exists there in the cloth's she wore,    
It takes currency to purchase what one wears,  
Exiguity is in the language they speak,

Present in the language or words spoken,    
Speech begins to feel as currency to one as they interact,
It is everywhere it stains everything as it hovers about,
It oscillates about It watches from every corner of the page,

Exiguity is not something one can leave behind,
A child born into exiguity will always feel its presence,
At the edges of everything existing matter that shared,
At any moment they can feel the fractures of exiguity,

It is in there gaze back to others as it seeps and oozes in ataraxy,
These abhorrent things of exiguity as the daily impecunious,
Even right now its presence is apperceive surrounding thee,  
As you fear it is in thy words these tiny fractured words of dearth,
Fear not for you shall ascertain knowledge free from EXIGUITY"

By Andrew Guzaldo © 3/08/2021 Posted HP #197

Poetry teaches me to read delusion,
A Delusion that is put into words,
And becomes a reality of beneficence,  
Although many of these things do not,
Come to pass,

But is a poet’s best way to live,
In the art of Expression maybe not,
For himself but for the beneficence,
Of others in the best way possible,

To live life through academician,
Brightness of the days gives one side,
When there is darkness another spectrum,
Of a unusual poignancy,

A poet/writers life is always looking,
For that appropriate or peculiarly meaning,
Day dreaming of a delusion,
Or a nightmare with a pertinent validity,

And when everything is so onerous,
You want to reach a point of imperious value,
Of mind body and soul of a loss,
To dream and think so lofty with no end,  

An uninterrupted moment of solitude and words,
Of course moments of cessation rest,
In all this words teach me to care for loved ones,
Or that of a dear friend,
Until we as lovers may meet once again,
Consistently truthful and NEVER PRETEND”
By AG. 2/2018

"I grew up overshadowed by wooden trees,
Unequal laws unto a callous race we have,
Up early and even my soul is wet from dreams
Of that lady sadly gone now it's quite dismal,

Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye,
The whisper cries robust in the morning skies,
The city folk with their fancy gadgets,
Today might be a time one sees a defalcator,

Asked I to her was my wise reprise to her refuge,
Always stay brave the trees will be your rapture,  
She appeared once on the setting horizon,
Brushed away black hair from before her visage,

Here I love thee as the horizon hides away,
Far away the sea sounds and echoes vibe,
Have I been forgotten like old ships in the harbor?  
I love you still among those frigid things afore,

The matron compared  to a mystic golden treasure,
As grand sun heats the creamy peaches of June,
As once again the Horizon obscures”  

By Andrew Guzaldo 08/20/2018 ©

“For those of us who live at the esplanade,
Cold grows colder even as the days grow longer,
Fair youths beneath the trees thou canst not leave,            
Bare essential alone for those that cannot indulge,

Vapor light buffing dreams to ones doorways,
Looking inward and outward as once before,
After seeking one now can indulge in the future,  
Vigilance of succubus in the minds of our youth,

For those of us who were imprinted with fear
As things in need of doing go undone,
Homeric of old anxieties beacon in the night,
As this faint apparition looms before us in fears,

With that and buried ambitions rise up afore one,
These have peregrination the coldest lands and sea,  
Although we ingest again or feel the adulate of love,  
We are aghast once loved will fade as we are alone,

Preyed epics of old anxieties beacon into the night,
Those of us seem not be heard nor best if we were silent,
Linger long a sacrifice may creates a stone in our hearts”

“If you have loved with apocryphal one endlessly,
Imagine how that would have been co-equally,  
With the right amity shares of love equitably,
As ambrosial as a queue of amaryllis narcissus,

Love that spreads through the air with poetic wings
If one were to propagate flower that will be endowed,
Intoxicating from such a love as the brine ocean waves,
As the ocean waves splash against rocks of daffodils,
      
Then comes the day your heart pounds with euphoria,
Finally your lips would embrace tongues pleach infinitely,
Can this be as inward to lull the essence of daffodils?
As I now feel like a dove as I fly away and be rested,  

As intensified euphoria flavored from botanic gardens,  
As so derives your skin within mine the contour,
Of your beauty has quenched my infinite ad valorem,
Contained now with patulous purity and sensitive felicity”
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  12/07/2019  #175

“It can be a very spontaneous state,
In restraining the inner spirit of angst,
A plethora of pain held within,
Parallels of a withering acumen,

Once in a wonderful sense of serenity,
Or was it a birth of total disavowal,
One cannot feel the venture aforesaid,
Comeuppance breath within my soul,

Need I succumb to such relentlessness?
As the inner souls foment impertinently,
Shall I reconcile to the assuage afore me,
As my soul unleashes it’s invigorating remedial,

As my spiritual guidance formulates camaraderie,
Now proficient anodyne of once a dreaded angst,
Shall I now attain that of a once absent love?
Whether this shall be for naught it is affirmed,
A reticence of my spiritual soul has been ameliorated”
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  11/26/2019  #174

Locked in what seems to be a cage,
I stare upon emptiness,
As I cannot deny what is before me,
That the other voice is not my own,
As my rationality succumbs to my imagination,
I feel my soul is cold my burden is no lighter,
Is this what our parents have brought us too?
Is this really the Land of the Free and
Home of the BRAVE?
I ask as my tears fall upon my young face!
Streaming down my cheeks,”
By A. Guzaldo ©

“I will want my antediluvian voluble to win your heart,
To continue to serenade and catechize my love,
Sonnet of love that will cajole your pleasures,
At this radiant time we shall perpetually attire,

The brine of sunrise has been aggregate to my life,
The sea filled with love and emotion so have thou?
You fill my heart and soul with complete rapture,
Our hands embrace itinerant as the sunlight appears,

Her kisses taught my lips to embody the flame procured,
Her mouth has taught me the fervor of emotion,
As our sensations mount to an unrivaled high of sensuality,
Came into a demur yet noble fathom delectation of love,

Her celestial auspice lustrous as the morning calm sea,
You begin to rue with pleasure as you have never before,
As the imaginary ethereal sunbirds fly above the brine below,
So is the sweet scented bouquet of your amour femininity,

I love you as the calicoes pompon of the sea love the deep brine,
As briny deep spawn calamus into neophyte perennial enclaves”
By AG 5/20/2018 ©

“I dearth to know what it is like,
I dearth to savor the perception,
Savor the sweet tense exudation,
On the back of your alluring dregs,

Never too blind to see things as they are,
I need to be your invariable acquiescence,
This vapid infection of propensity,
As it bellows through sight of my soul,

Makes my perpetual wanting rapaciousness,
For that of a complete perfect deitate,
Made so perfectly complete I crave to feel,
I dearth lose myself into this one someone,

Airborne aroma of your desires is arousing
Do not let this desire fade away,
This inducement lethargy to me by your
Unending deity of satisfaction,

This ardor magnetism that immerses in me,
This the infectious propensity of fervor”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©

ALWAYS
“My dear, your words hold,
Me like a hostage,
Trapped inside an empty box,
Captivated in finding a way out,

Always anxious to get a,
Glimpse of what once was,
I knew that this was love,
A love that could last an eternity,  

Or so we once thought.
We were ripped apart by others,  
Baring obsequious temerity,
Confusing us in mendacious ways,

If not for the distance between us,
However if there was no palaver talk,
Just maybe we would be together,
No matter what we decide,
There must be some end to this love tale?  
Still worrisome about our future,
But one thing is for sure as hell,
Hating each other is not an option;  

I shall crave you always to fill,
This empty hole in my Soul,
I will be with you,
ALWAYS and FOREVER"

“Glaring at the sun above as she sets,
Reminds me of the ardor I spent on you,
As was the love you had for me,
Once as a crisp bright Sun glaring,

Now just a sad moon with sparking stars,
As stars look as if they kiss crescent moon,
How I wish she was near me and not so far,
As the distant blackbirds auscultate so sweetly,

Betwixt the emerald cove dawn rising again,
The smell of the salt on the billow sea,
The aroma of the perennial in their bloom,
In arrant of the beauty comes mist of indigence,

When there is love nothing is Impossible,
When her lips met mine it was beatitude,
Now just a painted effigy cognizance within,
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,

While my soul speaks to yours,
The words ever heeding to be said,
But I alone shall hearken at the emerald cove”

BY AG 06/07/2018 ©

“Have you ever conjectured what it’s like to be obscured?
Like a rain drop in the ocean a fish without water,  
That blackbird above the sea that can no longer sing,
As that of a tree with no branches beneath thee,

Like walking straight and winding in curves,
And not even a terminus harbor afore me,
How I suffered with her love as not equal,
A love that was devoted with complete kinesthesia,

And how my love never seemed to bring comfort,  
How sad my love was to subsistence in pain!
Love was nothing but a sizzling desert and no deluge
A love that made me realize you were adrift,  

One need not love if love is not had hinder,  
Always something missing as I gave my all to thee,
Your love for me I know now has been foiled,
I was like a knight that hadn’t been dubbed,

Left to a cloistered life with no concomitant”
By AG 06/14/2018 ©

“Two souls once but a single thought
Of love and admiration,
Equals two hearts beating as one,  
This night has pulverized in pieces,  

As stars twinkle up above,
The night gale gyrates slightly,  
Once again my poem is of sadness,
As the depth of this pain is irreparable,

To say the least of this monumental pain,
I believed I was loved at intervals,
As my love was consistent and undying,  
There were days and nights we adhered,
To one another,

My poetic words fall to the shallows,
As did my boundless love for her,      
It is now inconsequential that my love,
Was not enough,

The times we adhered to our ****** components,
We would caress each other endlessly tirelessly,
As I would acumen her alluring green eyes,
How could one not love such a deity?

Such refined beauty was she,
Or at a minimum be enthralled in,
Such magnificence,
I would say she was talented,
but she always felt ineffectual,    

My soul feels empty in my eyes,
She was divine my indefatigable love,
Was it her fault that we have diverged?
I know not only, that words are at times
ELLIPSIS,

“How it is noted that metals can tell time,
Seagulls sparkle as they soar up above,
God’s creatures soar and ride the crests of waves,
People have a wind that eviscerates their souls,

Seagulls have leaded many to their sea of destiny,
In fields of dried wheat and soaring clouds,
Many born with lack of visioning stars above,
Could those be the souls that are lost at sea?

Moonlight shining on her skin like lemon flowers,  
Inebriated with fragrance of sweet lemon plants,
Lives on in a lemon light of the moon cling to brine,
In their subtle matter a bouquet scent of age,

Love is a journey through waters and stars,
Love is such a war of thunder and wavy brines,
Two bodies annexed by a single sweet aged odor,
Entwine fruitage lovers lilliputian forged as one,
Topace riding the droplet shrines of aromatic guise”
     By Andrew Guzaldo © 09/07/2018

“Here is something else to think about,
How many times have we strayed?
The roar of the brine swell,
When it is right in our crux,

Happening is we become to resistant,
To its constant coastal presence,
When the wind gusts it embraces us,
Into another sphere far off wharf,

Where we had planned to be,
The ennui of life we can simply,
Lose focus of meaningful goals,      
Of the beauty that is before us,

In just reality alone of one day,
We have to stop at that moment,
And listen to the pounding,
Of the waves within our hearts,

In the end we are still who we are,
Us against the world yet not alone
In a BELABOR of the WAVES”
By Andrew Guzaldo 9/1/2018 ©

“And there you are,
Walking into another lost dream,
Your whispers and gentle smile,
Touching the memories,  
That I hold dear,

Like the dream,
Our time was brief,
You turn and walk away as you did,
Once before you wanted more from me,

Once you said what will I do,
Without you,
If I only I would have remained,
Consistently it’s hard to do,

That I truly loved you,
I awaken to your image,
Fading quickly,
And I decide to find you,

Some Day Some How!
Maybe to ask dispensation,
Although I know not what I did,
Maybe to ask what did I do wrong,

Am I too late has all dissolved,
Will I only be able to defer?
Only now to find you,
In my dreams as I shall.
Find Discernible Melancholy"
By A.G. 1/2018

“Every rose has a brier we are not perfect,
Now all that remains is our piano obscurity,
I am sure you know where to find me?      
Captivate me before this light etiolates away,

You broke the current that flows in my heart.
When I'm around you everything is exquisite,
May you please kiss me and no more deceit?  
I want you to hold me I want you to feel me,

May you again take me into your hearts yearning?
You are my soul my everything with you I am complete,  
I give my all to you with no regrets my perfect love,
I am so lonely but I will not chase you my dove,
                                            
Our Passions born in the brinks of the enclaves,
Let us bare pleasures against the leviathan of earth,
May our memories hidden as baguettes return intense love?
Secret nights and unforgettable kisses etched upon my lips,

I need you ever so stronger as we tremble together,
Far passing the stroke of a normal beating heart,
Once again as before never tremble and never part,
As I praise you and love you with my cries of Fervor”
  By AG 04/08/2018 ©

“Today I thought of you I wailed afore thee,
It was like large weight girder upon me,
The beating of my heart paused in submission,
The slabs before my life  became to a blur,

The balmy breezes shed before the archipelago,  
That beauty that piqued at my heart and soul,  
I have searched for her this one I wish to adore,  
You are the one I will never separate my heart,

Raging Waves of the sea froth out their own remorse,
Wandering stars to whom is served in eternal obscurity,
I shall give you my heart you are my craving libido,
As I lay beside thee we embrace like shifting sand,  

Fervency on every part of your furrowed crevasse,
Nowadays there is no value for true love and honesty,
As any man I gather my strength from within my soul,
As a tireless sea that their strength from the deep,  

One clings to the past because afore is not accepted,
Times preserving their former deep cold originality,
Forlorn I shall reach my quest to keep me safe.
The quest of the sea again my impending destiny”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/30/2018 ©

At no time have I repressed your voice,
At no time have I repressed your eyes,
At no time have I repressed the essence of you,
Like the essence of sweet flowers in time of autumn,

I am a prisoner with ambiguous memory of you,
I survive still with the pain the wound you have cajoled,
I shall live with such pain for without the anamnesis of you,
Would mean no more adversity to perception of thee,

We have now Celestial perimeters between us,
But still cognizance of you quells my heart and soothes my soul,
I anticipate the flames that were ascertained as we touched,  
Fervor born in utopia but known to man as titillation,

I have loved you for many years my beauty of Nacre,
My words cascaded upon you as I caressed your body,
It was then at long last you slept in my arms as shadows came
And it was then I realized you were a conclude Cognizance
Of my once LOVE"
By AG 03/29/2018 (c)

And so I embark on yet another month,
A month of sadness of bewilderment,
As the acquiesce once our bodies and lips bind,
Complying so often with the beat of our hearts,

It is all but too difficult to acknowledge,
Such a loss,
A loss of love now embittered with pain,
Enjoined by sorrow of love we had,  

How I’ve deteriorated in your craving,
How my sensibilities have yearned for you,
I love you still with all my kinesthesia,
It seems my love no longer gives you amenity,

Yet love I have for you now brings me torment,
Your love was nothing but a blistering forest and,
No precipitation,
As the leaves are bequethed to the ground,
Never to bare growth or the strength of the husk,
  
It is for that comparison I feel as the ashes on ground,
Never to be loved again or find the love we had,
I am now like a bird with a broken wing,
Like that of a king with no subjects,

I now have numerous Handicapps,
Since your heart has congealed from me,
I had a passionate love for you,
And you have left me alone with my
KINESTHESIA ”

“Cognition”
“My imagination comes from Curiosity
A curiosity of life and its meaning,
An inquisitiveness of sustenance,
That of the definition of a subject,

As we look in the eyes of another,  
And adhere to that one’s soul,
That special one that will be in your life,
The window of their eyes will tell all,
  
That one that is the dearest of treasures,
And that the sweetest of pleasures,
Euphoria that over run all measures,
Felicity sweetness of pursuing curiosity,

Happiness lies in the subduing of hearts,
Whispered its vows as a tender pawn,
To those that are strangers to ardor,
Virtue is imaginations strongest defender,

Homage and honors in the end fits like a glove,
When ones imagination leaps with splendor,
Makes my Curiosity barnstorm and leap,
To satisfy my imagination with such provender,
To that of my Cognition of comprehension”
By Andrew Guzaldo 2021 ©

“What inexorable sweetness as my heart aches for you,
As flowers suddenly surround me when you are near  
The flaming desire within me is never cooled,
It will never be extinguished or set to one side,

My love reinvigorates the love you bestow to me,  
You gladly invaded a dark place in my life,  
You have brought the burning sun upon me anew,
You have removed the melancholy ****** upon my person,
  
There is no longer black cruor dripping from my heart,
I wish to go to the sea in the spring as we watch the cascades,
I long to hear your laughter as the flower begin to grow,
My deity is the flower I have long awaited as our lips mingle,
  
The opulent scent of you that has evolved my inner feelings,
I feel within an immense wave of satisfaction as our desires equal,  
The day our torsos diverged out on the dust beneath us,
I have waited long please do not ever stray away again,

If you do I will perpetually wander until I find you my love,
The archipelagos that surround I will quest until I find you,
I shall search in the palatial estates for you deity,
If not I shall fall like an anchor thrown from a barge at sea?
My Treasure Trove”
By AG 04/05/2018 ©

“I bellowed for aid in the night and no one came,
Within the sound they hear his strong might,
Silent thoughts whisk as magically could be sung,
Give no thanks to the stun of their ears in site,

If I were to take my life tonight would anyone care?
Dignity and great honor typhlotic makes him go forth,
He shall be gone of these worldly thoughts if I so dare,
Shall he now unseal his burdens and proceed north,

My foresight of falsehood may travel aloof in the sea,  
The leaves crisped with frost break from the trees,
Traveling through realms of the brooks along rivers edge,
If he were never to be heard of or seen would anyone care?

I could have found my way if only some love had stayed,  
It seemed that those around me could no longer give a bane,
A sea expanded by endless brine a sweet chant of rolling tides,    
Becoming now a hymn of the sea for now it’s just the sea an me,

Beloved streams beleaguer of cerulean water and crystalline drops,
Specter of watery veins throughout the harbors now to comfort me”
       By Andrew Guzaldo 11/27/2018 ©

In the highest conflagration my of solitude,  
She entered the room apprehended by such beauty,
I felt a gravitational force of our souls,
Force I had not heard from science or lairs of books read,

Of course I began to signal her with my eyes,
Moving like radar locked on,
So distant yet so close her eyes imply in pain,
That procures the inner sanctum of her heart,

As that of butterfly she sits not afar off from me,
Ah I notice a glance procure every so often,
Oh the body of excellence the skin of papal host,
Does she know that I feel alive again or,

Will I be the one to say and to make her solitude?
Deep dark eyes of romp sadness befall upon my heart,
Your slender body bares tenderness in its silence,
The gracefulness of her movement she lives in my mind,

As I close my eyes in daze as a product of,
Another dimension,
As her sadness alludes to my soul and heart,
Everything I envisioned spoke of love,

A conflagration of solitude we call Love,
The unexplained antipathy of all is LOVE”
By A.G. 03/2018

“I have trekked through many places in life,
Places I hope you will never have to trek,
Either way you will learn lessons old and new alike,  
You are now entering the door to wisdom,

Let sunshine and kindness spread through your goals,
We will be blessed to watch you achieve your goals,
Embrace those who are sad respect their dignity,
Leave them with a feeling of aspiration in life,

This is all to your advantage and success in life,
Tread softly when anger approaches you,
Hide your feelings of anger and invoke all,
Humor and laughter for your wisdoms of success,

Laughter is a powerful weapon in life’s travails,
Hilarity is of a  PRODIGIOUS power to ones BEING,
Always recognize and commemorate family and friends,
Of which you are inestimable LOVED and a part of,

You always give freely from your heart,
You are the Sunshine in the family and the chewing gum,
That KEEPS US TOGETHER,
The door to your 15th Year has now opened,
All is POSSIBLE !

Nothing is futile you have reached a very specific time in life,
The world is far from perfect let wisdom be your guide,
But to know you are there it is that much BETTER”

LOVE Always My Dear Beloved Granddaughter
By Andrew Guzaldo ©  11/26/2019  #173

“For those of us who live at the esplanade,
Cold grows colder even as the days grow longer,
Fair youths beneath the trees thou canst not leave,            
Bare essential alone for those that cannot indulge,

Vapor light buffing dreams to ones doorways,
Looking inward and outward as once before,
After seeking one now can indulge in the future,  
Vigilance of succubus in the minds of our youth,

For those of us who were imprinted with fear
As things in need of doing go undone,
Homeric of old anxieties beacon in the night,
As this faint apparition looms before us in fears,

With that and buried ambitions rise up afore one,
These have peregrination the coldest lands and sea,  
Although we ingest again or feel the adulate of love,  
We are aghast once loved will fade as we are alone,

Insurmountable homeric of old anxieties beacon into the night,
Those of us seem not be heard nor best if we were silent,
Linger long a sacrifice may create a stone in our hearts”
      By Andrew Guzaldo March 1,/2021 ©   #199

MEMORIES and DREAMS


Hold tight the memories,
Such heartache that burns,
For the one who wins,
Is the one who remembers?
And learns,
Nurture the moments,

Handle them with care,
For destiny states,
for each heart there's a pair.
Cast off the anger,

And its deep rooted seed,
Remember it was anger,
That caused your heart to bleed,
Snuggle each memory,

A warm blanket held tight,
Bringing you vision,
Guidance = SUNLIGHT.
Push away despair,
Nurture the hope,

So impossible it seems,
But the only way out,
Is to hold fast, to your,
MEMORIES and DREAMS

“Haecceity of Love”
“Let me fall in love with you,
For one last time,
It doesn't matter if you leave me,
One more time as it matters not,

If you break my poor simple heart again,
Just let me fall in love again,
With you one more time,
The way we looked at each other,  

As we possessed our smiles,
As we did once in total silence,
You possessed my fragile soul,
Let me fall in love with you again,

May my flesh still feast upon yours?
In this my haecceity of love”
By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/08/2021

"I awe at the contents of her spirit,
Of that of an emerald, sapphire,
Amethyst or a Diamond,
Yes that is it a diamond a diamond,

Once in the rough now a rarest of all,
Many souls bare emerald rubies or sapphire,
Much more rare in nature than a diamond,
However she is all the afore mentioned,

With each passing day I find another cache,
About the Genesis of your being,
You my dear are that of an allotrope,
A design and gem forged by the Gods,

You will live within my heart and soul,
A perennial swell conjures my life love,
I shall be the one between your bosoms,
No man or woman shall come between us,

As I am amidst the ocean of my love,
As the upsurge of the water reinvigorates,
So shall it replenish my love for you,
As I shall meet you at the immutable,
Surf of LOVE”

“We were affirmed to fill each other’s souls,
And I so wondered does she love me as once?
Its dubiety that one should never have to voice,
The strength in your words has become futile,
      
My love is unequivocal with no quandary just praise,
I know no other way to love you other than I have,
Because love is meant to be linked as one to other,
I believe no woman should be without a crown,

Recall your soul clenched in that poignancy of quarry,
I feel as if you have your hand caressing my chest,  
Auspices armor for every hand like fruits of the sun,    
Create women into mystically celestial beauties,    
        
How has the integral of love come on me abruptly?
For when I am sad I always know she is far away,
With egoistic antipathy subjugated transient bravura,
Confined souls left in disarray coerce incessant decay,

It is said you expire twice once when your love leaves,
And when the person you loved calls your name anew,    
It is then we will receive our Laurel Arch”
                       By AG 06/01/2018 ©

“Banish if you will the rancor,
And its profound rooted core within,
Memorialize that is was this rancor,
That induced the agony in your heart,

Nestle the anamnesis that healed your heart,
Hold all that inclusive what made you feel right,
Bring the recognition of your auspices;
Push aside the despondency of the agitation,

Sunshine will Nurture the wellbeing of within,
Preposterous as it may seem it is the placebo,
It is the manner that you will adhere to your dreams,
Love will be the palatableness in your laughter,

You will postulate all your dreams now imminent,
All the people that you believed in and loved,
To that every tear you have cried due to rancor,
The future now of your canticle of emphatic dreams”
By Ag 03/10/2018 ©

“Today as the sun began to rise calling a new day
Shall this fire of love we shall have forever,  
On your mouth I will tell all when the sun shines,
My kiss deliquescing silence in our souls and mind,

As our sensuous fervor perilous to one’s flesh,
Now that you can see my eyes now you will read,
All the untold story of what is and was meant to be,
My heart you will see I could not endure without you,

We shall wait as earth and time change all,
Days when leaves will fall upon my chest,
Climbing vines as autumn departs around us,
Because we do not fear for spring is with us forever,

Loving each other my arm under your warm neck,
We are going to wait for our irradiated eyes,
As the fire and the wind again rattle the borders,
We’ve grown together all along we did not know it.

Repudiate with a dismal glance of infinitude,
As the kisses of our flowering relationship move,
Sealed kisses seizing your body with craving lips,
Has now reached to a new height of intensity,

Not knowing all that you pursued within my heart,
Our love of spring offers us the sky of life not soil,  
My mouth or the claret blood rose into the reticence,
The exude spate deep in the pit of my mouth,

Like a solar soul with lights in need of a feeble psyche,
As deity’s and naiads roam freely to glance of infinitude”
By Andrew Guzaldo 10/17/2018 ©

"She absorbed everything within my soul,
Like the ocean plummets a sailing vessel,
Ultimate cursed beacon acquisitions a fire,
As the estuary coalesce in the inclement sea'

Cognizance of her always emanates as if surrounded,
I have been forlorn as the tide crashes upon the reef,
Heart mutilated my enervated spirit limp and distraught,
My face cannot hide the perception of loves deceived,

Like frigid perennials fallen upon my dormant heart,
Now seems as expelled from the beaks of songbirds,
And from celestial thoughts to an abyss of detritus,  
Maybe I may never shine again or love again as once,

How terrible and brief was my desire to her!
I have built a bulwark around my sentiments
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Although desires and bulwark aligned my being,
It is but a vellum of a falsehood of my,
Existing Desires”
By AG 20/04/2018 ©

BEWILDERED
I have written the bewildering’s of many,
But today it is I that will share my effete,
As starlight night, makes me feel canny,
To share what has broken my heart apart

Tonight I can write these,
Bewildered words,
To think that I do not have you,
To feel that I have lost you,
To hear and feel the sadness
Of the night,  

My feelings for her shall always,
Remain the same,
In hopes this wasn't I that was at fault,
I long for you now that we are apart,
But as in my mind, and heart you will remain,

My love for you would have brightened,
All your days,
I miss you more than words can say,
It is sad to see, we are so far away,

But please may you
Know I think of you,
Every moment of everyday,
As I go through life BEWILDERED
By A.G. 2017

“I never knew what love was until,
   I met allure,
   My life oscillated in towns and villages,
   There was nothing in my life laudable,

  I knew the Planet was round not flat,
  I querulously entered a bar for a drink      
  In some places was obscure with danger,
  I contemporaneously walked the green earth,

My entire life was empty my endeavor struggles,
Have I been forsaken it would seem yes,
Dissipated to life’s daily struggles,
An empty shell a piece of dust fallen from above,

I was once implausibly at my demise,
I belonged to no one nor they to me,
But than a refined beauty arrived,
Her with such beauty and I in my famine,

Needless to say was such we filled,
Each other with a sense of emancipation,
Her allusive beauty and my impropriety,
Filled fragrance bountifully aerate to my Soul,
NOW I am NO LONGER ILLUSORY”
By A.G. 2/2018

“To discern doggerel by the afflatus of her smile,
Your altercation titillates my epical grasp,
When with her those words relate to her allure,
The color of her eyes engraves words to my soul,

The ogle before me of her deepens the ink that flows,
Her apotheosis of marrow and iris mauve into words,
The drawing depth of patterns I derive up as my poetry
Her voice when sounded catches my soul afflatus on fire,    

Igniting a flambeau of astringent words of fruitful poetry,
She gleefully carries my words to the beyond as I write,  
Where sequential conjectures apparent to my poetic stance,
As our hands enmesh this adumbration in clarifying my ardor,    

Scintillating smile leads my pen galloping poetry on my paper,
She inspired me to procure the echoing’s of her smile in poetry,  
I need to write beyond any simplistic kiss they may have occurred,    
A poetic amalgamate of poetry to procure my infinite love for our,
Inimitable Adulation”    
             By Andrew Guzaldo © 10/04/2019 #169

“Lamenting round many voices come colleagues,
I said cometh and no one knew of the ataraxy,
Where or how my aperture throbbed daily,
No conations or bannerols just no aplomb for me,

Only an aperture of thorns that love had opened,
I and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth,
Nor the blood rose that spiraling into the silence,
Dear one can we forget the perennials with such thorns,

It may be that the inlet will wash our prudence labors
The prudence labor of the love slowly apportioned,    
Love for you is the dedicated menial memories afore.
Heated toasts the past frolics of comatose seasons,

Tsunamis and barbarity swarm about our fettered feet
I felt the taste of flaming passion in mouth once again
All can be forgotten of travesties of the former that follow,
As now geysers that have flood deep in a vault of passion
  
May all be subdued to the useful and momentous occasion?
Come dear with me as if this will be our last day on this earth,
To the sounding furrows of a sonnet to our invigorated sonnet”
By Andrew Guzaldo 01/05/2020 © #183

“This scorched land has a proteus yet correlate intimacy,
Could it have been I was once before thee in the aft?
Maybe when I was on the abscond of tortuous criterion,
In search of something imminent that is decisive coeval,

Scurry beams of spirit would be like a noxious gallimaufry,
Oh vault of slags bitterness where feathered creatures ****,
Remote land that is before me in lieu of the love I have lost,
The quietude air whisks flower chorale refrains of melancholy,

I am a lost pioneer on an unending expedition for melioration,
Deep blue brine in the vastly distance awaits an archipelago,
To not have her in my arms would be like a blade of dread,
As the fiery sun blazes brightly with a sky of blue as am I,

I can only say at the endow of this journey I hope for her,
Scorching this barren land is nihility compared to her loss,
It is her love that keeps me live as I thrive forward,
As eventide arrives frigid cold that was aft scorched land,  

As I ponder exordium with the thought of oppressed feelings,
Yearning as my love has befallen with my present anguish,
For I now am that oppressed suitor on Scorched Lands”
    By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/07/2019 #172

“We yearned for each other in another dialect,
Glancing at words we could hardly read,
But it didn’t matter our ardor was alive,
And as neat as can be amidst each line,  

Boundary of chats were for our eyes only,
Where no one but us could discern,
As on the horizon appears the realm,
Then the simmering shadow procures,
      
Welkin above now along with the ocean wall tide,
As welkin and umbra erupt in the crash,
The brisk aurora erode the crashing blue tide waves,
Now arrives in total darkness as the tide subdues,

As the sea cannot exist without its crackling salts,
Neither can I exist with a breach of your love,
I am like a simple sea shell surrounded by an ocean,
An ocean of your love in silent slender artistic form,

She is the amorous in my spirit and I the gallantry,
Never to be swept away by an imbrued heart”
  By AG 05/01/2018 ©

It’s very hard to express when,
As the invisible boundaries between two,
Are no more,
When Someone that you love hurts you ,

Then that someone breaks your trust,
It’s hard to come out of such a tenacious time,
When that someone breaks your heart,
But it is important to make them realize,

In healing your own pain,
The aberration they have caused you,
How paramount they meant to you,
Once upon a time who you were,
Formerly there in your LIFE!”

“The long day abates and the full moon rises,
My bleached islet does all the more for my writing,
The ghastly imagery that haunts me in my somber,
Can I forget of all the distortion that was to follow?

As I easily compare you to a lustrous brilliance,
Meanders of her invading my mind of the days,
Thinking of your precise grandeur fills my days,
Meadow flowers and butterflies on summer’s day,

Immersed inside nightly dreams a new perspective,
Our heated toasts the past frolics of seasons,
Our summertime on the sleepy hollows cosmic,
The sounding furrows for my purpose holds,

It may be that the gulfs one day will wash us down,
The prudence labor of love procured slowly once again,
Whisking our rugged ways and through softening civilities,
Wishfully subdued them to the useful and the good,

I will one day taste the sensation of your desperation,
Closing my eyes I am transported to another dimension,
Of common duties decent and never to fail afore me,
I hope to gain the images scarcely make any sense,

My voyage continues unabated as I go forward,
No ballad or acumen can be found as I am drifting,
Unfettered and confused from days past in life,
I now sense slowly drowning immersed in my tears”
By Andrew Guzaldo 12/15/2018 ©