My World Is Hanging By A Hairline

My world is like a ball of string we used to spin around
Now hanging by a hairline to a greater Kingdom...

All I know is I just begged for a son for my Art
I did not know he came with a battalion
Of some unknown soldiers who cried "MAY DAY"
And some Indians sending smokes to save their souls...

I jested my way as a carefree maiden
Brushing off some wooing clowns with laughter
Meaning to be rude is just an excuse
Of mother's wish through a bone

Now I realize that the song writer calling a slow-catching
Bobby was me...
Now realizing I am the clown called "BOBO"

May I Lay My Eggs Lord?

May I lay my eggs oh lord?
Let me have a nest to house these fruits
Coming from my womb of this generation
Swelling within this body....

Like a rabbit....a symbol of productivity....
Don't be harrassed by that fatallly attracted lady....
Just brush aside her suggestions....
Maybe she really is hungry for a place of her own.....

Keep Still My Jittery Bug

Keep stilll my jittery bug
Nobody is here to harm you
Big brother is around and so with him too

Just remember not to bring home the ballot
Or the metal machines too
Leave them where you found them
Maybe the memories will follow you around

Who knows, it may wrap the food you nibble on
As you quietly rest in a little nook
Your little ones may not be around for the moment
Don't you know these are for them and you
As you turn around each corner...Turn your sail properly too....

Staring At A Blank Wall

My child...My life...staring at a blank wall again....
No kinetic energy from your eyes can leave a trace of you
Unless you work with your kneading hands
From clay or sand or from nature's hue

Each dream you weave with your wand
Has to be quantified by making it matter to others too
So when you cross this path again somebody can guide you
Who knows, I might tag along too.....

Your Dreams Are So Expensive My Polly

Your dreams for an organ is so expensive my Polly
I am confused on the wants you are showing
Do you want to sing alone without accompaniment?
Asking for an organ without specifying

Is it a noble heart that you want?
Or a soldier's trumpet after a gun salute
Or you want a fencing acrobat from McDonald
Maybe a King with his Excalibre Sword

Or maybe to drink and dine with a stranger
As the Knight Percival searched for a Grail
Now transformed into wooden sticks
Used in a nine-ball billiard table

Don't expect for any commision coming
For you have spent all questions jamming

Nine Golden Carps

I feel like a Golden Carp in a little pond

Safe from being dragged into an unkown shore

For the pond built in the garden of my Father

Has a basin beneath that prevents overflow



Than be like a floating casino outside our domain

Where sharks will feed on our flesh within golden scales

I can only offer the beauty I represent holding the Holy Grail

Sustained by the bread offered at His table


Then that gives me the energy to swim around

For spectors to savor in mighty splendour

To payback the due for our keeping

Safely and peacefully in His Kingdom

Medusa

She lived alone in a cave, this Medusa

With live snakes in her head

Started with sins that Eve commited

To sentence doom to those who erred





For those who came by, seeking for quest

Who stared into her hypnotic eyes

She suddenly turn them into stone

Where men would stumble around




Like a rock in the Garden of Eden
That was thrown away out of paradise

Because of an apple Eve ate with Adam

Layed bare their plans

From these stones, churches were built

All around the world to welcome all men

To the Father's Mansions with so many rooms

Ready for each heart where he resides

A Light Glimpse Of My Name

With my present name Carmen Herrera Uy,
I can hide in the name no "L" or Noel
Or can say I live in ill-I-no-I-s or Illinois
With 4 "r" to my name, I can be Eve with 4 faces
For "R" is my mother's middle initials till death
Resting now with my father and brother's grave

We were all ten in the family when all were living
Five brothers and two sisters I came to be with
All good looking and intelligent in their own way
Finding themselves in our parent's care
We were supposed to be ten siblings in all
Two elder sisters both dying at the age of three

Now only six of us are remaining
"6" like a fetus on a mother's womb
Born in 1946, like Sarah pregnant at old age
Like a larvae coiled up in a cocoon
My wards all impatient to fly to the bloom
A bear awakened from hibernation

Virgin to one man and having born a son
Who has flown from the eagle's nest to soar
Being a surrogate father of many
Though with only one kid he needs to support
After sharing the first bread of life he learned to share
For his name was called before being conceived

Art is the name of my better-half
I gained the name Menchie at my first job
Archie comes from the first two letters of Art
Last four letters of a name that pierced my heart
With the first letter "U" like a cup
With "Y" beneath holding it up

Like a why when we don't know the answer
As Jesus' last words to His Father above
Speaking for those He came to save
"Father, why have you forsaken me?"
His tormentor's as prodigal son's
Carrying sickles to gain the inheritance

A Life Without Love

What would I do with a life without love?
Will I beg for some from people I see?
Or will I wait for a blessing from above
Until I come to a sweet term with thee

What would I do with a life without love?
Tomorrow will be bleak without you
Shall I wait for a kiss from a dove?
To find quiet peace where it is due

What would I do with a life without love?
Endless promises without meaning
How many sleepless nights should I have?
Before this poor heart can truly sing

Infatuation

Infatuation
Just attraction
Will not last
Often becomes a past
No regrets we have met
My future you did truly set
Together you and I are not meant
Another one God has from above sent


Written by: Carmen H. Uy

I Have But One Life To Live

I have but one life to live

My remaining days to you I give

Never wanting any other

You alone will be my lover

Ever since we did get married

No other one in my heart I carried

The love I feel for you gets stronger

As we plan our tomorrows together

I know we feel the same way

As we spend together each day

Being always with you as my wish

All moments with you I relish

I pray that there is no end

Days with you the Lord will lend

Happiness with you I treasure

A feeling of love so pure

I have but one life to live

My remaining days to you I give

Offering a love for you alone

Fruit that your presence have sown

By Carmen H. Uy

There Is Faith

When a child lets his mother kiss his wound
to make it heal pretty soon,
or when an old lady crossing the street
hangs on to the hand offered by a stranger,
there is faith.

When a boy leaves a note for Santa
beneath the Christmas tree,
or when a girl scout knocks at your door
to sell cookies,
there is faith

When a poet writes a poem praising God
thru his verses,
or when a singer performs
hoping to capture an audience,
There is faith....
And in simple things around within our reach

Writer's Site

I subscribed to writersmarket.com, an on-line site that has a collection of names and contact addresses of book publishers and consumer magazines, that it displays alphabetically upon request. I am particularly interested in having my collection of poetry published. Some pay the minimal amount of $5 for each poem with some paying only with magazine copies. But some pays as much as $300.00 minimum per poem. Wow! If I can cook up two poems a day and if they will be willing to buy it I will earn $600.00 a day. That is approximately 27,000.00 php and 810,000.00 php a month. My family and I will live like royalties! That will be a welcome change. With no income and with the savings being drained out slowly, that is a much needed break. Wishful thinking! But dreams are meant to be indulged in. That supplies the much needed drive of any aspiring writer to keep on producing. But the problem with my talents is that I have too little of everything. A little bit of talent in writing, and a little bit of talent in painting and a little bit of talent with numbers. Jack-of-all-trade, a genius in none. Imagine, if all of these talents were concentrated in one I will be famous by now! Well, God has his reasons and things will come in His own time. I am willing to wait even if it takes forever.

Writing Poems for a Contest

I just finished two love poems for a Valentine poetry writing contest in the internet. One poem is a love poem which should be less than 15 words. It did not get good reviews from the very new members because I did not write an author's notes which should have explained that it is supposed to be short. The other contest calls for a poem where the first letter of every line should spell out a word. I chose to write for the word "DARLING" because that is what my husband and I call each other. It got better reviews. In fact, one reviewer even asked me to write a poem for his girlfriend. I am flattered.