Traffic Lights

A Poem by Ronel Lee Alijado

Traffic lights are life,

Commanding you to stop

When it is red.

Red is thorns, crosses, debris.

Traffic lights are life,

Commanding you to set

When it is yellow.

Yellow is Thykhe.

Traffic lights are life,

Commanding you to go

When it is green.

Green is flowers, crowns, stars.

Traffic lights change

From red to yellow, from yellow to green

From green to red

At different crossings.

Traffic lights of life

End with thorns or stars

Red or green

At the eternal closing of the eyes. 

Plastic or Wood Gun

A Poem by Ronel Lee Alijado

The rich five-year old lame boy

Given a plastic gun toy.

He sees it move, move, move, move

By his brother's hands'move.

In a poor slum, a boy lives

Searching for toys no one gives.

A long wood becomes his gun

To shoot dreams under the Sun.

Who's lucky between the two?

You say, "Former!" or "Latter!"

But you do not know the two.

Be them; you know the ANSWER?

Good or Perfect

A Poem by Ronel Lee Alijado

The sick man is like a branch

May or will fall onto ground

And will be dusts forever.

The good farmer tells the branch.

Its leaves falling one by one.

It asks its roots to hold on,

Recalls sins against the bees.

Its small twigs look up the sky.

The branch weeps of its tears - pains,

Bows down, and changes its skin,

Vows not to be in great sin

To live in the Earth's garden.

Faith not in the good farmer

But gives to perfect Farmer

Who grows and cuts all branches

POWER lives in the garden

Will He get an axe to cut?

Or will He water the tree?

The branch shakes, shakes, shakes, shakes, shakes.

Will I get a second chance?

The branch cannot rest nor sleep.

The big axe has been with it.

He has had dreams good and bad.

Shall it trust Good or PERFECT?