Anthony Taimanglo TaitanoReno, NV, USA |
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I was born in Agana, Guam on December 13, 1954. My mother is Frances Taitano and I am the oldest of seven brothers and sisters. Currently living in Reno, NV, I am working as a dealer at the Atlantis Casino Resort. I write poems for the sheer enjoyment and for the hope that the people who read my poetry get the same enjoyment out of it also. I write about life, about love and from deep inside of my heart and soul. To me, poetry is the heart of life and we all need to express our feelings in one way or another. This is my way of expressing love for people and life. So express yourself! |
A Given WordA promise. . . my promise to you. . . is to devote mylife to you. . . devote my love to you. All I ever wish for . . . all I ever want back is your love, your heart. . . not your soul. A promise. . . my promise to you. . . is to give you,
The time has come for you to reap the rewards, that you
You desire the world and the world will give you and
This is my promise to you. . . with all my love. |
Together AgainThis road is always an easy road at the beginning,but time has a funny way of turning things around. The passion and the love you have for life, you still have, but I just never saw it, till it was too late. Time has a strange way of healing. The years have now
It's now your turn for happiness and for receiving
For till time finally stands still, I will be here for
So till the end of time, I will be yours. |
Endless JourneyThe journey we make in life is long and hard. Thisjourney which has its crossroads. . . when we get to them. we have to decide on which road to take, what path to make and what's down that road. This journey that we must make has many obstacles,
Life is rough and so is this journey that we're making.
When finally, we choose our path, we must follow it to
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Into TomorrowTo wake up in the early morning and to take a walk inthe park. . . to see the morning dew on the grass and on the flowers, is a sight of such beauty to behold. The dew awakening nature to another day. . . the birds
To awaken next to the one you love. . . to roll over
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