Personal · Prose Poetry

These Words are My Shelter [Prose Poetry]

These Words are My Shelter
Yet another prose poem by RJ Marmol

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These words are my shelter
From the loud, deafening roar
Of lions and elephants,
And the wrath of Mighthy Thor

Adrift on a chair in a sea of disillusion
I am wrapped in terror, shame and confusion

Might the sky fall?
Might the wall collapse?
Might a thunderous voice break my disguise?

Hear me out, hear me shout!
Feel this scathing, loathing doubt
Without these words I am empty
Like this brittle oak bark!

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A Subtle Smile (a poem for Ding) — RIP @dingg458

I wrote this for a dear friend, Ding Gagelonia whom I never had the chance to talk to in person but has always been a friend to me. Interest in politics and technology are what we share in common. Among other things, I do know he loved verses/prose poetry and so I thought it’ll please him to find one especially made for him. Ding, wherever you are, I hope you like this. RIP Kuya.

A Subtle Smile (a poem for Ding)
by: RJ Marmol

A hi, hello. A subtle smile.
Such are things that make your while.
A nudge, a laugh — though never heard
Move mountains usually unperturbed.

What words can say, thy spirit could.
It carries your wishes and sunny mood.

If there is gloom, no one can tell
For your voice sound strong, like a tolling bell.

Should I be sad, or reluctantly glad
That you will never again hurt so bad?
Should I cry and mourn or say out loud, Alas! You are now together with your one true God?

A gentle look, a lovely book
Neither one nor both can compensate for smiles you took.

No wasted years, no bitter tears
For someone whose life was full of cheers.

So I may pray each day for blissful May
‘Oh Lord skip March or a day away’
But I trust that God does great things His way
And need I mention, always with no delay?
So night came swift, it whisked away..
My dear friend Ding with Him to stay.


Prose Poetry

OT: Of Course I Do [ProsePoetry]

Of Course I Do
(an original prose poem by RJ Marmol)

Of course I do.
After all, there’s hardly a reason for me not to:

Not a worthy excuse
Nor a willing whine.

No remorse, no recourse
No drawing the line.

Not a space separates
Not a thought escapes

Not a chance passed
Not a feeling repressed

Not a dance turned down
Not a song unsung

Not a mumble muffled
Not a feather ruffled

Because what is not to like
About the sun’s scorching heat?

Or that sinful, sugary treat
When you sink in your teeth?

Nary a bit, dare I say
Not one, my sweet May
See this bloom from yesterday
Still alive for today

As this river is my witness
In its silence runneth deep
Every flow, every rhyme
Every gurgle, every quip.

Who’s to say ’tis easy
To embrace the otherworldly?
That I’m right and you’re wrong?
Or I’m weak and you’re strong?

Who died and went back
To tell the twisted, awful tale
Or swore in high heavens
Of the existence of hell?

It is light. It is pain.
It is darkness. It is gain.
It is truth forever elusive
To the haughty and the vain.

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Who Needs a Birthday Wish?

Last year, it was “A Thank You Note on My Birthday”. This year, it’s a pledge.

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Photo by Pink Sherbet Photography

Who Needs a Birthday Wish?
(a birthday poem by RJ, April 8, 2010)

When 230,000 people died in Haiti
And when hundreds more died in Chile?

When the world is slowly dying
And all of us with it?
When the truth’s become inconvenient
And the earth’s poles are shifted?

When NoKor trained its nukes
On all the world but itself?
Who, dear Lord would listen
To our desperate cries for help?

When a trainer gets killed
By her very own whale?
When secrets are peddled,
And lies are for sale?

When 57 people died
In a pre-elections convoy?
Because someone pulls the trigger
All too often like to a toy?

When a hundred mothers die
Everyday while giving birth?
When even more babies
Are thrown in the cold, damp dirt?

When 24% of the population
Consider themselves poor?
Yet the truth is more than that,
Yes more than that, I’m sure!

Is there a reason to ask
For a wish so unfeeling and cold,
When some people
Don’t even live to be a year old?

When people just “vanish”
Into thin air unexplained?
Just because they’re brave enough
To emancipate us, the enslaved!

When others spend their birthdays
Unconscious on a hospital bed?
When some are blind, some are dying
Or would never hear what I said?

Do I have one good reason
To ask for a birthday wish?
I want so much to ask for one,
Give me a reason, if you please?

Because today is my birthday,
My 31st.
And if there’s anything I want
The world to know, it is this:

The world doesn’t need
Another selfish birthday wish.
Too much has been requested,
Yet too few pledges have been made.

So today I make this pledge before you
And hope that you do the same
Long after my last birthday
May you remember why I came

To seek reconciliation and not enmity
To foster friendship and not animosity

To stop being selfish
And start being selfless

To count my blessings
And never the cost
To give what I can now
And forget what is lost.

To choose to see the good
But not to look away from the bad
To bring people together
And not separate them — that’s sad.

To heal past wounds
And not rub them again.
To be more forgiving, understanding
And not dwell on the pain.

To think less of me and more of you
To be more than a friend,
But a sister to you.

Because I have enough
And probably even more,
But like most people,
They wouldn’t admit to it, for sure.

We don’t need more diseases
What we need is a cure
We don’t need more pundits
With their thoughts so obscure

All we need is a little tolerance
Consideration and acceptance
A little more patience
A shot at deliverance.

This isn’t rocket science,
Not geekery-inspired.
Just a glimpse of the thoughts
I have here inside.

The flowers you give,
Soon enough may wilt.
And the words that you utter
Won’t wash away the guilt.

So make my day special
But don’t bother spending much
Diamonds and pearls,
I’m not a sucker for such.

If you’re thankful I’m alive,
If I bring you such pride,
It’s enough that you assure me
You’ll always be by my side.

Yes, remember this day
This day I was born.
But forget not, my brother
That this day isn’t mine alone.

So treat me no better today
Like you would tomorrow
Or like you did yesterday.


Though there’s nothing I stole
My life is but a borrowed role
And I am no more important
Than another human soul.

Happy birthday dear April 8 celebrants! May you find meaning in your life by living for others. And may you never have to celebrate your birthday alone.

Personal · Prose Poetry

On Account of What?

Time Lost
Photo by gothick_matt

On Account of What?
by: RJ

There is this fear I have deep inside me —
Not a usual fear, not mere apprehension or worry.
Not an imagined trouble or conjured-up story
Nay a drawn-up conclusion or fired-up creativity. Continue reading “On Account of What?”