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humor ***** JUDGE THE SUSPECT

A rape victim is being interrogated by the prosecutor, when she details anything about the rapist, all spectators are eyeing suspiciously to the presiding judge.
Seems all descriptions attribute perfectly tot the jury's physical features, gestures, mole and facial aura.
Hopefully, this is only a mistaken identity or simply a person's similarity.

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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bloodline ***** LYRIC TO MY BRO AND HIS GUITAR

Strum ….
Strum the strings
Of your brown guitar
Brings with me
To the music star
Lively as you are

Far in the awful nights
In the hour of silence
Plays me a song
With ease and delight

Plays no more
A sad song
Let the people hear
A refrain
Of imperial tune

Strum….
Strum the strings

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poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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early days ***** PRETTY BUTTERFLY

my childhood poem

there is a pretty butterfly
merrily waits the sun to shine
with purple wings she uses to fly
over the wind, a passer-by

this pretty butterfly
flying low and high
beneath cloudless blue sky
above flowers show un-shy

when i cry, mine eyes would dry
as I stare the pretty butterfly

If I have wings i use to fly
she never leave me and says goodbye

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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humor ***** PHILOSOPHY GRADS

An A.B. Philosophy graduate applying for a fire fighting job in a Bureau
of Fire Protection agency. A fire marshall questions the relevance of his degree course to the job he is aspiring for. Th e applicant voices out, '' In my Philosophy course there is logic subject, the correct thinking and good reasoning, so if I see the fire, I won't touch it of course.'

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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early days ***** SEPTEMBER POEM

My hand is running as magic pen
when i write, September Poem
my heart is beating like a lyre
when I read each poem's line

The grasses are growing green
when I write, September Poem
hymn of birds singing with glee
Humming the written verse at tree

The soothing wind is coming from plain
when I write, September Poem
It blows softly 'round my ears
gives colors of the days

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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society ***** CHAOS UNITED WORLD

This is only my collective
view doesn't affect
global identity

organizations, associations
unions, earthly dogmas
united beliefs, principles
upholding common interest
tribal goals
fraternal aims
foundation's extended arms
objective connotations
country's unification
united nations
anti-conflict anti-war
creating society as one

and general outcome

a more chaotic world

poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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society ***** PAYATAS DUMPSITE OVERNIGHT

(a year after the mournful tragedy)

Down
On your man-made mountain

Frighten
Of another collapse
Of another tragedy
Deprives the innocent
The poor the majority
The hunger

I am blank

As I throw sympathy to all night scavengers
Digging for endless survival

Your smoke your artificial breath
I smell too

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poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
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wisdom ***** START WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED

Don't blame your
parents poverty
for not inheriting you
wealth from birth

Don't finger point
randomly anybody
nor compare with
other achievements

and implies narrowly

if you are like this
you become like that

Don't question
the magnificent hand
of your Creator
for your totality
of your being you

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A Lyric to My Son and His Guitar

A Lyric To My Son and His Guitar

strum...
Strum the strings of your brown guitar;
Brings me to the music star lively as you are.

Far in the awful nights in an hour of silence
Plays me a song with ease and delight.

Plays no more a sad song,
Let the people hear only a refrain;
Of the imperial tune.

Strum...
Strum the strings of your brown guitar
Brings the world to the music star lively as you are...

poem by Elvira Marchan
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inspired By Journey: Open Arms

for the Filipino vocalist Arnel Penida

I can do nothing
but sing about it
and so am I relieved
from the pain

It is the Journey music
caressing my burdened shoulders
as a heavy bomb
threatening my inner breathing lungs

Lying beside
the Journey's Open Arms
exiting now from the dark

Softly whispering
biting the tounge of happiness
as total inspiration
a soul-surrendering

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