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<title><![CDATA[El Vidad of Hazel]]></title>
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<title><![CDATA[Haunted Kiss]]></title>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Haunted Kiss</font></p>
<font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><p><br/>Inside an old green beetle<br/>We waited with hushed breath<br/>The rain washes the sky<br/>And I feel so much shame</p>
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<p>Tell me. You feel pangs of it too<br/>I wished it would flood forever<br/>You kept quiet, I hated you<br/>The wretched sun came out</p>
<p> </p>
<p>You summoned me<br/>And I am your humble servant<br/>I willingly tempt you<br/>Such pretense on your chest</p>
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<p>Our mission is finished<br/>I loathed your determination<br/>Then the gods smiled at me<br/>Drops of water fell again</p>
<p><br/>You ran, I did not<br/>You stopped and looked back<br/>Ran towards me, yes!<br/>Denim jacket protected us</p>
<p> </p>
<p>My sweaty hands curled<br/>Our eyes met, my lips parted<br/>Then you hesitated<br/>Bastard retard!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Inside an old green beetle <br/>Poison has run'th over<br/>I slumped back, crushed<br/>You started the damn engine</p>
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<p>The light turns yellow<br/>My eyes did not even blink<br/>Then with a swish<br/>Your mouth covered mine</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Heated fog filled the interior<br/>My ears burst into flames<br/>Fireworks in grand display<br/>I smiled, you smiled</p>
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<p>During that rainy afternoon<br/>I had my first taste.<br/>A kiss that will haunt me<br/>In my conscious state</p>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Tue, 17 Jul 2007 22:27:14 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Circulus Vitiosus]]></title>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Circulus Vitiosus</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Deep in a jungle forest<br/>A babboon says to meerkat<br/>&quot;I wonder about humans.<br/>They are interesting.<br/>They walk on two feet.<br/>with their noses up high<br/>As if sniffing for food&quot;</font></p>
<font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><p><br/>Meerkat scratches his ear<br/>&quot;You are wrong my friend.<br/>Their nose is a signal<br/>They are superior to us.<br/>Noses are often different<br/>They are made of plastic<br/>And they pay highly for it&quot;</p>
<p><br/>Babboon picks a leaf<br/>&quot;Tell me, jungle pal<br/>Why do humans wear <br/>those funny leaves?<br/>Pity that no fur<br/>to keep them warm<br/>in the bitter winter.&quot;</p>
<p><br/>&quot;You need to learn more.<br/>Those are not leaves.<br/>They are called clothes<br/>It also tells them apart<br/>They kill us for it<br/>Much like fur around<br/>their naked neck&quot;</p>
<p><br/>&quot;That's awful!<br/>They are heartless<br/>Killing our kind <br/>Are we food to them?<br/>Will they take our homes<br/>and wipe us out?<br/>Are they our gods?</p>
<p><br/>&quot;Do not worry so much.<br/>We will still thrive<br/>Yet with difficulty<br/>No, they are not gods.<br/>They want to, I tell you.<br/>They fight over it<br/>I think they go to war.&quot;</p>
<p><br/>Babboon eats a louse<br/>&quot;They also kill each other?<br/>Is that for mating<br/>or for partition of food?<br/>I am scared of humans.<br/>Not to be trusted<br/>This world is unfair.&quot;</p>
<p><br/>&quot;Do not lose hope friend<br/>When tables are turned<br/>Humans will not survive.<br/>They would die in days.<br/>They think they figured<br/>Out life fully on earth <br/>But they are coconut heads.&quot;</p>
<p><br/>&quot;Coconut heads? That's funny!<br/>I can't wat for the day <br/>See humans fall on their knees<br/>Walk on their four feet again.<br/>Crawl on their belly for food<br/>Eat insects like me, yummy!<br/>And to be scared of us!&quot;</p>
<p><br/>Meerkat looks down<br/>&quot;No, I don't want that<br/>The day they will fear us<br/>Power is brought by hate<br/>Humans live in contempt<br/>If we aspire for fear<br/>We are no different.<br/>We are animals.<br/>We have our own kingdom.<br/>Humans have none<br/>For they are divided.<br/>If we want to rule <br/>we become them, greed.<br/>Vicious cycle begins<br/>Killing each other<br/>For power.&quot;</p>
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<p>Babboon sighs at the sunset<br/>&quot;I heard enough about humans.<br/>I saw a fallen tree by the river<br/>I bet there are tasty maggots<br/>for our sumptous meal, my friend<br/>Humans probably came from maggots<br/>What do you think?.&quot;</p>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 02 Jul 2007 22:12:21 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Sonnet XXIX plus V]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p> <font face="Times New Roman" size="3">When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes<br/>I all alone beweep my outcast state,<br/>And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,<br/>And look upon myself, and curse my fate,<br/>Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,<br/>Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,<br/>Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,<br/>With what I most enjoy contented least;<br/>Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,<br/>Haply I think on thee, and then my state,<br/>Like to the lark at break of day arising<br/>From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;<br/>For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings<br/>That then I scorn to change my state with kings.<br/></font></p>
<font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><p><br/>When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes<br/>Habang nasa lintik na malas kasama mga tsismosa</p>
<p>I all alone beweep my outcast state,<br/>Ako ay nag- iisang nagmumura sa aking kapalaran</p>
<p>And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,<br/>Kinukulit si Lord ng aking mga sangkaterbang reklamo</p>
<p>And look upon myself, and curse my fate,<br/>Sabay tingin sa sarili at murahin ang buhay</p>
<p>Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,<br/>Sana ay mas may paniniwala ako na pwede pa</p>
<p>Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,<br/>Kasama mga sikat, tulad nila na may yaman</p>
<p>Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,<br/>Inggit sa ibang rangya at ibang wala ako</p>
<p>With what I most enjoy contented least;<br/>Dahil sa aking pag- aari, hindi ako kuntento</p>
<p>Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,<br/>Ngunit sa aking pangungulila, mismo ako ay nabubuwisit</p>
<p>Haply I think on thee, and then my state,<br/>Masaya kitang iniisip ikaw lamang tapos ang aking lagay</p>
<p>Like to the lark at break of day arising<br/>Gaya sa isang ibon sa bungad ng bagong sibol</p>
<p>From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;<br/>Mula sa hirap, ligaya ay tunay na langit </p>
<p>For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings<br/>Dahil sa iyong pag- ibig, lubos na mayaman ako</p>
<p>That then I scorn to change my state with kings.<br/>At hindi ko ito ipagpapalit kahit pa sa hari</p>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 03 Jun 2007 22:34:43 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Pixie Dust]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Pixie Dust</font></p>
<font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><p><br/>You were fun to be with<br/>Flying away your worries<br/>Always happy, carefree<br/>In love<br/>Peter</p>
<p>Then she came and flew<br/>To Neverland, stole you<br/>I was first<br/>banished me <br/>replaced </p>
<p>I hurt by your dismissal<br/>My wings withered slowly<br/>My heart broke<br/>You're mean<br/>Dust</p>
<p><br/>Hook gave comfort and compassion<br/>Understood me, comforted me<br/>Locations of you<br/>I divulged<br/>Revenge</p>
<p><br/>I was tricked, silly me!<br/>You are in danger<br/>Peter Pan, run!<br/>Listen now!<br/>Boom!</p>
<p><br/>Save the children from Hook<br/>Even her I envy<br/>My pixie dust<br/>You need<br/>Hero!</p>
<p><br/>Now we are together again<br/>I am extremely joyful<br/>She's back home<br/>Who cares?<br/>Jealousy?</p>
<p><br/>I wonder if Hook is alive<br/>That croc fancies him<br/>Another hand bitten?<br/>Poor Captain<br/>Pity</p>
<p><br/>We lay on a branch<br/>I danced on your hand<br/>I shake glitters<br/>Light up!<br/>Moon</p>
<p><br/>Oh Peter, my Peter Pan<br/>I belong to you<br/>Just hold me<br/>Am always <br/>Tinkerbell<br/></p>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 28 May 2007 14:33:26 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Lustful Thinking]]></title>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Lustful Thinking</font></p>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I lust for you <br/>Unzip your pants<br/>Take off your shirt<br/>Let me feel you<br/>Long and hard</font></p>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I lust for you<br/>Allow my hands<br/>Mouth to please you<br/>Let me do this<br/>Slow and hot</font></p>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I lust for you<br/>Straddle you<br/>With my breasts<br/>Grazing your lips<br/>Hold me tight</font></p>
<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><br/>I lust for you<br/>Let me come and come<br/>Beads of sweat on us<br/>After a tiring day<br/>I want to work you</font></p>]]></description>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Thu, 17 May 2007 00:24:37 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Soul Asylum]]></title>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">A hallway that is poorly lit<br/>Catatonic faces see through me<br/>Periwinkle birds flying<br/>Bumblebees the size of boas</font></p>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Unwashed bodies behind cages<br/>Filthy like wild animals<br/>Howling at the cursed wind<br/>Swatting invisible flies</font></p>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I found her in a corner<br/>She sings the anthem<br/>Her eyes rolled in frenzy<br/>She plops on her own shit</font></p>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">I turned to him<br/>&quot;Is this what you want?&quot;<br/>&quot;You have a choice&quot;<br/>&quot;This is bullshit crazy!&quot;</font></p>
<font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><p><br/>He froze at her sight<br/>&quot;My son! Why is your shirt blue?&quot;<br/>Her soiled hands on her cheeks<br/>She rushed to him wailing</p>
<p><br/>A gloomy day on a Monday afternoon<br/>I drove two people back home<br/>One soul trapped in an asylum<br/>One soul lost without a mother<br/></p>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Mon, 07 May 2007 23:39:55 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The Swing]]></title>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Beside an Acacia tree<br/> </font></p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Little girl swings with glee<br/> Higher, higher for eyes to see<br/> Another place where she can be</font></p>
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<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Sitting on an old plank of wood<br/> </font></p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">A shadowy figure stood<br/> In front of the innocent one<br/> &quot;Silly swinging!&quot;, not to be done</font></p>
</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><p><br/>Stole a little time to be a child<br/> </p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p>So sad to have an adult mind<br/> No more dolls, no more tin drums<br/> No laughing, no room for silly hums</p>
</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p><br/>Little girl cries at such sorrow<br/></p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p> In her pillow, her face is burrowed<br/> &quot;I hate this life, I hate her&quot;<br/> Tells herself she can't go any further</p>
</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p><br/>Pots cleaned, floors to be mop<br/> </p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p>A simple mistake equals a heavy slap<br/> She touches her bruised cheeks<br/> She is helpless and so weak</p>
</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p><br/>Beside an Acacia tree<br/></p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p> Little girl swings with no glee<br/> Higher, higher not to see<br/> Another place where she can't be</p>
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<p>Beside a maple tree<br/> </p>
<blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"><p>Woman swings with glee<br/> An act which is silly<br/> Higher, higher for her eyes to see<br/> A place where she is now free<br/> </p>
</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p> </p>
<p><br/>I glanced up the sky to count the clouds which look like rabbits, dinosaurs and dolphins and .............</p>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Thu, 26 Apr 2007 08:39:26 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[He was a Loner]]></title>
<description><![CDATA[<p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">News spill of blood and gore<br/>People speak of fear more<br/>He was a killer on sheer rage<br/>A bird suddenly out of the cage<br/>He was a loner  </font></p>
<font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><p><br/>Thirty two people cut off from life<br/>Leaving traces of pain and strife<br/>In class, he was always in a corner<br/>Maybe he too cannot go on further<br/>He was a loner   </p>
<p><br/>Candles lit for souls departed<br/>Confusion and so much hatred<br/>He said nothing, no clues to find<br/>Trapped in a dangerous mind<br/>He was a loner   </p>
<p><br/>The world froze for a tragedy<br/>Buckets of guilt are plenty<br/>He hunted for human breath<br/>And thus he trailed to his death<br/>He was a loner   </p>
<p><br/>Heavy hearts with utter disbelief<br/>Days will pass with stains of grief<br/>He has a name attached to killing<br/>History of his face will have bearing<br/>He was a loner   </p>
<p><br/>So many questions are left unanswered<br/>Parents, teachers and schoolmates faltered<br/>Why he was not heard, nor seen<br/>Different it may have been<br/>He was a loner </p>
<p><br/>Heavens cry for a beleaguering demise<br/>Behind a gun is violence in disguise<br/>Their ashes were from fire of apathy<br/>In a busy world, we see blindly<br/>He was a loner   </p>
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<p>....And I mourn for him...... <br/></p>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Tue, 17 Apr 2007 23:08:24 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Another Small Step]]></title>
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<P>new link for my latest publication</P>
<P><A href="http://thewritingforum.net/html/hazel_toquero.html">http://thewritingforum.net/html/hazel_toquero.html</A></P>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Sun, 15 Apr 2007 01:24:09 -0700]]></pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Small steps]]></title>
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<DIV>Just wanted to share my joy of having two of my poems published in a UK website. I guess patience pays off at the end. You can check it out on the following link</DIV>
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<DIV><A href="http://www.apoetscall.webeden.co.uk/">http://www.apoetscall.webeden.co.uk/</A>&nbsp;and click on guest poets 2</DIV>
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<pubDate><![CDATA[Fri, 06 Apr 2007 17:40:31 -0700]]></pubDate>
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