Submissions by EngrVV (D_Poetic Engineer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My education and work experiences revolved around mathematical figures and computations. Never in my life did I imagine that I could write beautiful poetry; one that comes from the heart. "The Fire Within" is my first published book.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2013 2:31pm
10th May 2013 2:31pm
Shadow of the Rain
Do you ever wonder why
the first rain of Spring
was so refreshing?
The birds chirping, awakening
the flowers from hibernation -
their sweet scent brings HOPE
of a new beginning...
After the rain comes a beautiful SHADOW -
painted brightly by the sun
in multi-colored arc...
The spectrum of light is so deceiving
and so does good LOOKS!
For what we see, is not what it seems.
the first rain of Spring
was so refreshing?
The birds chirping, awakening
the flowers from hibernation -
their sweet scent brings HOPE
of a new beginning...
After the rain comes a beautiful SHADOW -
painted brightly by the sun
in multi-colored arc...
The spectrum of light is so deceiving
and so does good LOOKS!
For what we see, is not what it seems.
674 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2013 00:40am
10th May 2013 00:40am
Sad Plight of an Innocent Child
She is living in a concrete jungle
surrounded by a pack of wolves
The street is her place of work,
the cardboard serves as her bed
on the cold concrete floor...
Every night she calls her Mom's name
before she lays down to sleep;
She prays to God to protect her,
and to keep herself safe at all times.
When will the suffering end
for this poor child who is clueless
on what's going on around her?
She doesn't even know
she is now an orphan,
for her parents got killed
while delivering her ransom.
She was kidnapped at...
surrounded by a pack of wolves
The street is her place of work,
the cardboard serves as her bed
on the cold concrete floor...
Every night she calls her Mom's name
before she lays down to sleep;
She prays to God to protect her,
and to keep herself safe at all times.
When will the suffering end
for this poor child who is clueless
on what's going on around her?
She doesn't even know
she is now an orphan,
for her parents got killed
while delivering her ransom.
She was kidnapped at...
851 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th May 2013 8:52pm
9th May 2013 8:52pm
WHO AM I TO YOU?
What is your pleasure?
I am a smart TV
who can give you
hours of leisure...
I'm black and thin
which provided contrast
to your colorful den.
I give you the early morning news,
about your favorite political views;
I also inform you
what the weather would be like -
whether it's going to rain or shine
in your niche of the green woods.
On top of all of these--
I provide you with traffic conditions,
while you gather your provisions,
and drink your cup of jasmine tea
before heading out your way.
Who am I to you anyway?...
I am a smart TV
who can give you
hours of leisure...
I'm black and thin
which provided contrast
to your colorful den.
I give you the early morning news,
about your favorite political views;
I also inform you
what the weather would be like -
whether it's going to rain or shine
in your niche of the green woods.
On top of all of these--
I provide you with traffic conditions,
while you gather your provisions,
and drink your cup of jasmine tea
before heading out your way.
Who am I to you anyway?...
686 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 4:07pm
30th Apr 2013 4:07pm
Sad State of Affairs of an OFW*
1089 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 8:02pm
29th Apr 2013 8:02pm
Once a Whore, Always a Whore
1574 reads
11 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 6:28am
29th Apr 2013 6:28am
The Legend of Columbo
There once was a friendly and verbose police detective
who goes by the code name of Columbo;
he was often underestimated by his suspects
due to his disheveled looks and absent-mindedness.
One day he married this beautiful woman
whom he met at the Petticoat Junction;
she turned out to be a witch who was fascinated with him
and so she tried to be a typical suburban housewife.
No one really knows how Columbo solved his cases,
Bewitched by his wife, that's when he was effective.
Prior to being a police detective,
Columbo was a prisoner of war...
who goes by the code name of Columbo;
he was often underestimated by his suspects
due to his disheveled looks and absent-mindedness.
One day he married this beautiful woman
whom he met at the Petticoat Junction;
she turned out to be a witch who was fascinated with him
and so she tried to be a typical suburban housewife.
No one really knows how Columbo solved his cases,
Bewitched by his wife, that's when he was effective.
Prior to being a police detective,
Columbo was a prisoner of war...
688 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 8:37pm
23rd Apr 2013 8:37pm
The Golden Urinals
Mr. Smith and his co-workers agreed to check out the new bar in town one Friday night after work. They enjoyed listening to the live band and got carried away with their drinks. He came home completely drunk that night. He was met by his scowling wife at the door, who was not happy at all. "Where in hell have you been all night?" she demanded.
"At this fantastic new bar," he replied. "The Golden Pub and Grill; everything there is golden. They have huge golden doors, a golden floor, the works - heck, even the urinal is gold!"
The wife...
"At this fantastic new bar," he replied. "The Golden Pub and Grill; everything there is golden. They have huge golden doors, a golden floor, the works - heck, even the urinal is gold!"
The wife...
800 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 8:32pm
23rd Apr 2013 8:32pm
The Disease of Kings
No pain, no gain is the mantra,
I choose to live by through all the years
I have suffered all kinds of pain:
toothache, headache and back pain
just ignored them, until they're gone.
I'm not a King, but I have
the "Disease of Kings."
Thought of as having a rich diet
Gout was caused by what you eat
Centuries ago that's what they thought
Nowadays, it is just a myth!
Gout flares strike without any warning
I feel like my toe is a volcano erupting
into a hot, fiery flare:
hot, red, swollen, and extremely tender.
...
I choose to live by through all the years
I have suffered all kinds of pain:
toothache, headache and back pain
just ignored them, until they're gone.
I'm not a King, but I have
the "Disease of Kings."
Thought of as having a rich diet
Gout was caused by what you eat
Centuries ago that's what they thought
Nowadays, it is just a myth!
Gout flares strike without any warning
I feel like my toe is a volcano erupting
into a hot, fiery flare:
hot, red, swollen, and extremely tender.
...
681 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 10:42pm
19th Apr 2013 10:42pm
Running Not Against The Wind
It was Spring when we first knew
that love eternal is in our hearts
We rekindled our passion as flowers awakened
to the reminiscence of our innocent kiss
Our thoughts lingered hoping for new beginning
and imagined what could have been...
Ah, it's spring time once again
How fast time floats with the wind
I was once alone fishing by the west coast lake
Now I'm watching the cherry blossoms
With you across the Capitol man-made lake
Cherry blossoms may bloom and perish
But our love, we will always cherish
Deeply...
that love eternal is in our hearts
We rekindled our passion as flowers awakened
to the reminiscence of our innocent kiss
Our thoughts lingered hoping for new beginning
and imagined what could have been...
Ah, it's spring time once again
How fast time floats with the wind
I was once alone fishing by the west coast lake
Now I'm watching the cherry blossoms
With you across the Capitol man-made lake
Cherry blossoms may bloom and perish
But our love, we will always cherish
Deeply...
723 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 5:44pm
16th Apr 2013 5:44pm
The Young Priest's Sexcapades
There once was a young handsome priest
Who was assigned to our local parish
All the girls in town adored him
For he was so fit and trim
He went to market one Sunday morning
Bought some eggs he needed for baking
Forgot it was a Sunday
He was to say mass on that day
Good thing he remembered
That morning in September
Hurriedly put the eggs on a table
And changed clothes in the back hall
Coming back to check on the eggs
Can't find them even between the table's legs
Had no time to look for them
Started mass and sung the...
Who was assigned to our local parish
All the girls in town adored him
For he was so fit and trim
He went to market one Sunday morning
Bought some eggs he needed for baking
Forgot it was a Sunday
He was to say mass on that day
Good thing he remembered
That morning in September
Hurriedly put the eggs on a table
And changed clothes in the back hall
Coming back to check on the eggs
Can't find them even between the table's legs
Had no time to look for them
Started mass and sung the...
1152 reads
13 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Apr 2013 5:33pm
16th Apr 2013 5:33pm
Happy to be Born Country
I was born country
In a small shack on a farm
Amidst the howling of winds
My very first song competed
Against the roaring thunder
As my mother's tears of joy
Came rolling down my cheeks
Diluting the pouring rain
I grew up a poor cowboy
Had a horse without a saddle
Had a gun but no ammo
I may have nothing at all
But a farm and my guitar
Until you came along
Now, I'm happy to be born country
Happy to be born country
Refrain:
It seems like only yesterday
I was riding against...
In a small shack on a farm
Amidst the howling of winds
My very first song competed
Against the roaring thunder
As my mother's tears of joy
Came rolling down my cheeks
Diluting the pouring rain
I grew up a poor cowboy
Had a horse without a saddle
Had a gun but no ammo
I may have nothing at all
But a farm and my guitar
Until you came along
Now, I'm happy to be born country
Happy to be born country
Refrain:
It seems like only yesterday
I was riding against...
967 reads
16 Comments
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