My Poems 51 - 75

51.

My 8^th Leaf

 

Picked thee from high place

Meters from its base

Now the longest one

Note’s page overspan

It’s a bamboo leaf

 

Students – sports players

-And stage performers

From InterCapSU

Just said “Bye, bye you”

Towards Home-Sweet-Home

 

September last day

While bus on delay

Road’s bit so rocky

Blurred air was dusty

Sun has just set

 

On bus “Marienelle”

Beside window sill

On Sigma somewhere?

A highschool near there

Dumarao coming

 

Processed Salingsing

Papers to Ma’am Bing

Bought books, inks, CDs

Went to Ma’am Gomez

Somehow busy day.

 

-09/30 – 10/01/2011

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

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52.

My 9^th Leaf

 

Got thee from small vase

Old décor replace

Host plant of 1^st Leaf

Thrown away no grief

Diff’rent “fortune” plant

 

Planted by father

Installed there after

I was there when placed

A little so fazed

First leaf’s host no more

 

Third day October

Sunset was nearer

While feeling not well

I’m under cold spell

Drinking I fruit juice

 

Just inside our house

Living room, oh browse

On vase first leaf was

‘Lil water still has

Buddhas adjacent

 

Simple day only

Not planned – truthfully

Just went to Passi

Withdrew some money

Wilted 1^st Leaf host.

 

-10/03/2011

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

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53.

My 10^th Leaf

 

Culled thee from a bunch

Of décor for lunch

Pinned on half plant trunk

With flowers in rank

Another “fortune”!

 

Students & teachers

Servants & masters

Congman. Haresco

Gov. V.A. Tanco

CapSU guests, members

 

October Fifteen

29^th Foundin’

Dumarao’s CapSU

And Gov’s Birthday too

Luncheon at noon

 

On Tanco Resort

No food was short

Ten long tables

Skirtings on ripples

Drinks here & there too

 

It is memorial

I hope not final

Almost one year here

First shake hands Gov. dear

Onwards Thirtieth!

 

-10/15/2011

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

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54.

Ode to the Flower of October 2011

 

Got thee on Foundation Day

Twenty-nine years our school stay

 

Worth to remember indeed

It must be something to heed

                                                      One year past, I was there last         

But joined event, not yet must

Because on that time before

I was not yet a member

 

But this time can’t imagine

This occasion I’m now in

Last year I was also there

CapSU-Dumarao dreamer

On that time just applying

Too Gaisano opening

 

Oh this flower’s memorial

My bio’s historical

First shake hand with Gov. Tanco

Saw Congressman Haresco

 

Got thee just after my lunch

At Tanco Resort – from bunch.

 

-10/15/2011

(Dumarao)

*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011

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55.

My 11^th Leaf

 

Rended thee from herb

Released from thy curb

Curative floral

Sure medicinal

“Kalamantigue”!

 

Our neighbor nearest

Uncle for me best

Tatay’s next brother

To me godfather

Nice Dudoy Etic

 

This night near nine, ten

This day – eleven

This month – eleven

This year - eleven

Brown-out, full moon bright

 

Dudoy Etic’s fence

Outside adjacence

Rare luminescence

Utter silence

Almost front gate’s door

 

Enroll I finish

MAT English

Salingsing polish

Begin fitness wish

Saw Iglot first last!

 

-11/11/2011

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

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56.

My 12^th Leaf

 

Picked thee from a vine

Name unknown to mine

Hanging on the air

To passersby bare

What plant are you? Tell!

 

Men on middle age

Girls looking teenage

Those men were standing

The girls were walking

Strangers on the road

 

Nineteenth November

From class just after

Fine day – sun was high

Filamer bye bye

Was about to climb

 

Overpass school zone

Traversed all alone

Trellis – on school side

Opposite – trike ride

And novelty store

 

Sat. class first time me

English MAT

Night – Ante Mily

Came from UAE

Twelfth Leaf memory.

 

-11/19/2011

(Dumarao)

*My Toladas Collection

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57.

My Prayer Against the 7 Deadly Sins

 

Lord, abet me put aside

The vain and frivolous pride

I nurture within me inside

                                                                                                                  

Lord, do not allow to seed

Vicious barnacles of greed

Eventhough I am in need

 

Lord, erase the vanity

Revealed by mask of envy

Searing me to atrophy

 

Lord, shield me from glaring gust

Of humid, temperate lust

For it taints my soul with rust

 

Lord, allow not to gather

In my heart and mind anger

Make it lag, take it faster

 

Lord, let me not be clumsy

Due to frisky gluttony

Horror of obesity

 

Lord, shun me from insolence

Brought by putrid indolence

Rip this slough of negligence.

 

-11/20/2011

(Dumarao)

*reflective mood

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58.

Pag-asa ng Tanga

 

Inulo ang bato

Nabasag ang bungo

 

Lumukso sa laot

Pating humablot

 

Sa bangin tumalon

Kalansay umambon

 

Naglaro sa apoy

Napaso, tumaghoy

 

Humawak sa kidlat

Nalitson ang balat

 

‘Yan ang napapala

Ng tulad kong tanga

 

Dulot ng tadhana

O tangi mang likha

 

Maibalik pa kaya

Katawang luray na?

 

Diyos lang ang pag-asa

Ng tangang buhay pa.

 

-11/24/2011

(Dumarao)

*sentimental

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59.

Muni-Muni ng Guni-Guni

 

Wala nang piglas sa bakal na gapos

Gigil na pangil ‘di pigil pagyapos

Poot ay lubusan kong natatalos

 

Kahit patuloy paring minumulto

Ng anino ng pumariwarang pagkatao

Huwag pong ikukubli mahabaging puso

 

Kahit ako’y salat na sa lakas

Dahil sa mga sugat ng nakalipas

Huwag po tutulutan na tuluyang malagas

 

Ako’y nakikinig sa pagbasa ng sentensiya

Mga tenga’y bukas, piniringan man mga mata

Dustain man sa yamot, sa away Mo’y tiwala

 

Talim ng ‘yong dila sa puso tusok

Mga aral nito’y pinapapasok

Sa bulwagan ng diwang ‘di pa bulok.

 

-11/26/2011

(Dumarao)

*sentimental mood

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60.

Ode to God the Father

 

Almighty God Creator

Only You whom we adore

Other gods – there is no more!

 

When everything was nothing

Already there existing

Beginning of beginning

 

And when everything was born

Then nothingness Thee adorn

Thy sake was never forlorn

 

As civilizations thrive

New generations arrive

Alongwith them, Thee survive

 

While everything continues

Thy omnipresence subdues

All existence it imbues

 

Thy prowess shall still extend

All faults and flaws, still Ye mend

Until Thy creations end!

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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61.

Ode to God the Son

 

Almighty God our Savior

You deserve our great honor

Your mercy is Thy splendor!

 

Human form of God up there

Teacher, doctor, messenger

Manifest divine power

 

Like us, He eats, walks and sleeps

Laughs, gets angry, even weeps

Feet get hurt while tending sheeps

 

Being listened to and mocked

Believed, received, deceived, knocked

Driven-delayed, hastened-cocked

 

Subjected to mortal loss

Whose bones, flesh and blood compose

Sweat, tear, pain and timed repose

 

While Satan here still survives

With us to whom he connives

We’ll wait ‘til Jesus arrives!

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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62.

Ode to God the Holy Spirit

 

Almighty God our Watcher

We bow to You forever

You’re alone our prime master!

 

Thy breath is source of our life

Thy light spurs our sacred strife

Thy grace eternally rife

 

Thy wings spread all throughout

The universe which Thee clout

Against prying evil’s snout

 

Thy eyes constantly watchful

On everything deem sinful

For Thy righteousness must rule

 

Thy words are like swords of fire

Striking pain on wrong desire

Useful virtue we acquire

 

God’s manifest of control

Fill with goodness every soul

Steer us, Your faithful people!

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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63.

Three Charms of Luz-Vi-Minda Against Spain

 

She’s Luz-Vi-Minda

Priestess of Asia

When incubus harms

She takes out her charms…

 

Behold! Jose Rizal

Our hero national

Poet, doctor, researcher

Farmer, herder, school-builder

Fought Spaniards with paper and pen

Luzon’s charm – noblest of our men!

 

Behold! Lapu-Lapu!

Defender of Cebu

First terror of invaders

Famed Magellan’s death renders

Rammed Spaniards with native bolo

Visayas’ charm – quaintest hero!

 

Behold! Purmassuri!

Awesome Muslim lady

Wise heroine of Sulu

Foreigners cannot subdue

Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won

Mindanao’s charm – enemies thrown!

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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64.

West is Blue, East is Red, Philippines is Yellow

 

Go out when the sun sets

Watch birds return to nests

When fishermen end quests

                                                        And farmers leave harvests                         

The time everyone rests

So now face to the West

See and feel where it’s best

Comfort is its behest

Blue – wall stars of U.S.

Blue – sea and sky conquest!

 

Go out when the sun rises

Witness birds begin quests

When fishermen cast nets

And farmers ready chests

The hour of work begets

So now turn to the East

Human faith melts mist

Red – motif of China

Red – worker’s insignia!

 

Go out when the sun’s highest

When shadows are shortest

Temperature’s hottest

Celestial lights brightest

Festive moment its best

Yellow – Philippine Sun

Yellow – EDSA One!

 

Philippines – now behold

People – not blue and cold

Culture – not red and bold

 

Our nation’s not that old

New age ‘bout to unfold

Glaring – yellow – sheer gold!

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

 
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65.

The Path of Our Nation

 

Hey foreigner!

Search the world map

Find shapes, don’t nap

Dog’s sitting there!

 

West – Pacific

Orient facing

Seems West guarding

Though Asiatic.

 

Blacks – first people

Browns – main settlers

Whites – once rulers

Peopling simple.

 

Asia’s old friend

China, India

And Arabia

But West to rend.

 

Heel Islamized

Yet, Spaniards came

And made it tame

Rest Christianized.

 

America’s

First Asian pet

New rule beget

Foreigners pass.

 

When the dog’s free

From charms of boss

Suffered weight loss

Makes self hungry.

 

But, its puppies

Away from thee

Fills their tummy

Return booties.

 

When stocks will store

Wisely by host

Future’s not lost

New things explore.

 

Filipino –

The “World’s Servant”

Role’s important

Yellow halo!

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

 

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66.

Plants and Animals of Earth

 

Earth is evergreen

With plants surrounding

Often medicine

To flesh corrupting

 

Earth is always round

With faunas roaming

Free, settled, bound

Eco they’re balancing

 

Plants and animals

Without them we’re gone

They’re here before us

They must not be gone.

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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67.

The Elements of Life

 

Earth – this solid mass

Eversince holds us

We’ll never escape

From its tightened rape

 

Water – this solvent

Makes life sufficient

Cleans and occupies

Dwindles, fall and rise

 

Air – this loosened gas

Fills empty areas

Allows respiration

Triggers production.

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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68.

I Want to be One with Nature

 

I want to be in paradise on earth

Free from all disgusting man-made dirt.

 

Roll on grasses

With no itches

Soak in water

‘Til I’m cleaner

Breathe the fresh air

Shun all despair!

 

Make me one with God’s prior creations

Filtering all worldly pollutions.

 

Sleep with the beasts

Feel them at least

Swim with fishes

Cleanse blemishes

Fly with the birds

Clouds we traverse!

 

Because I want to be one with nature

Making slower my mortal rupture.

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

 
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69.

My Memories of Las Piñas

 

Las Piñas  - memories sweet

Soul was innocent and neat

 

I miss the friends of childhood

The closeness of neighborhood

 

It’s where I learned ABC

Twinkle Stars and 123

 

I miss the townhouse playground

My afternoon hang around

 

With Jay, Fritz, Toto, Len-Len

Yobi, Cyrene…more than ten

 

It’s nice when night was brownout

My friends and I would play out

 

After church mass, family

SM Southmall was hobby

 

When Holy Week was around

Night film showing on playground

 

Also on time of summer

Neighbors resort together

 

When it’s Christmas eve and night

Flood the gifts from left and right

 

Best is every New Year’s eve

Night’s merriest street party

 

Visit kin both side parents

Those another excitements

 

Oh Casimiro Townhomes

I should have never left you!

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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70.

My Life in Dumarao

 

Dumarao – teen and adult abode

Where memories are both good and bad

 

My gratefulness when I received from thee

School honor garnered unexpectedly

 

But in exchange I got few friends only

Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely

 

Our improved house resembling a prison

My routine changed, I was in derision

 

The field not ours was developed further

Without buying it from the landowner

 

Father’s money were quickly exhausted

Everynight’s like party – glasses toasted

 

Foods that we should eat – to animals fed

Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead

 

So there emerged our sari-sari store

Which I needed also to take care for

 

Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot

To redeem my lost school honor I plot

 

Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen

In school competitions where we should win

 

After all, tragic OLSI memory

Taught me never again to be bossy

 

And when I was already in UP

My vow in life was full humility

 

On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao

On weekends, I went back to Dumarao

 

Where life was still and moving in slow pace

So when I thought I was behind the race

 

Worked even before I marched from college

On government office even low wage

 

Not disappointed, but discontented

To Metro Manila I bravely fled

 

Tutor in Korean Academy

Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly

 

At those times of blatant stupidity

To home once again with my family

 

Maybe fate wants me to be here

Dumarao’s love for me may be sincere

 

And I think I’m also loving thee now

If our love fails again, there’s broken vow

 

Now, your weakness I slowly understand

My test of faith I patiently withstand.

 

-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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71.

What I Missed from School

 

If I’ve been not in school

Surely I missed a lot

Not only the brain tool

 

I’ll point to the people

Whose influence could make

Life more valuable

 

Were they my teachers?

And/or my classmates

Or other superiors?

 

They could be among them

Those whose passion, talents

Skills, likes – with me the same

 

They were also the ones

Whose dreams and ambitions

Could be also my wants

 

Was afraid to reveal

What are truest in me

Harder still to conceal.

 

-11/28/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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72.

My Father

 

My Father, like the usual other

Wants to show he is a hardowrker

 

I know his rags-to-money story

And money-to-rags tragedy

 

When I began to be world conscious

His presence I consider precious

 

When still a child I never sleep

When he’s not yet hope from work and trip

 

I even used to take a night bath

To welcome him back

 

And I’ll smell good when he kisses me

Shaved beard, moustache – my cheeks make itchy

 

Yet, I was always excited ‘coz

There’s always a pasalubong dose

 

Gatorade, Chokolait, other drinks

Canned Bear Brand – we chill and drink contest

 

After Sunday Mass in Five Wounds Church

He would buy me goto and Yakult

 

I missed too his ‘pinapaitan”

While in Las Piñas was the last one

 

When Angel and SM Southmall born

Jollibee was Sunday hour sojourn

 

What I only hate during weekends

I was tasked to pick his white hair strands

 

Once he told me tales of Dumarao

And when we’re already here now

 

I felt a little bit of jealous

To my cousins whom he seemed so close

 

Worse, I was annoyed of his hobbies

Which for me, costly, can cause disease

 

I succeed not to follow his flaw

Thanks God who understands I forgo

 

Whatever bad things I have in me

Have done to others and/or Thee

 

It’s not my father’s fault anymore

So God please save him from dishonor

 

For I still love Tatay with all my heart!

 

-11/28/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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73.

My Mother

 

My Mother, maybe like the others

Is conscious in family matters

 

I know her rags-to-money story

And money-to-rags-tragedy

 

When I began to be world conscious

Her presence – I was sometimes anxious

 

For she used to be irritable

Making my simple flaws terrible

 

Occasionally, she shouts at me

Eventhough I am not far from thee

 

Yet, my mother’s ever generous

She’s the one who used to buy me toys

 

Like Tatay, she’ll not make me hungry

That’s my parents’ greatest legacy

 

Besides that, to her I attribute

My college institute

 

She worked for almost twenty-four hours

Burned too much her delicate eyebrows

 

I regret I still can’t compensate

Everything she had done for me great

 

If given chance to reincarnate

I want for myself to be a straight

 

So that I’ll not be again her guilt!

 

-11/28/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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74.

My Sibling

 

When she was born, they think I’m jealous

I used to pinch her skin like pillows

 

Maybe I am really abnormal

Her screwed up face sometimes makes me smile

 

Since a baby until she’s teenage

I fill her days with frivolous rage

 

I hope her misery would end soon

I think to her I am not a boon

 

In deep reality I feel sad

Everytime when Angel’s not around

 

Although I cursed her million times

I never regret her birth sublime

 

She’s God’s blessing whom I should cherish!

 

-11/28/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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75.

Myself

 

What makes me happy

Is in the end to see

Everyone happy about me

 

What makes me angry

Is still unclear to me

I need more self-scrutiny

 

What makes me sad

To quench somehow also hard

Of course – things that are bad

 

This is simply me!

 

-11/28/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection…I composed these 16 poems while paranoid, thinking that I’m going to die the next time I sleep for it was made after a night of terrible nightmare which I thought I couldn’t be awakened. This series of poems was done in one sitting! I was even absent from work because I felt ill.