Love Story

Juliet was angry she would slap his face

Now Romeo was dumbfounded and all red

She ran hastily, so much outraged

Poor Romeo, he got to do the chase

 He overtook and hugged his running love

 She waggled, cried and shouted so loud

"Romeo, you don’t need to be so proud!

Need not to tell your friends what we have!”

Romeo knew Juliet only misunderstood

That what he meant was without any malice

But he understood he should make a promise

Not to tell anymore when he is with his brood.

Juliet stopped and realized the drama she made

Hugged Romeo tightly and whispered her sorry

"Love," she said, "I want to go to that tree

And let’s sing our songs under its shade.

Askals

The cruelest thing is to be born abandoned

It is the most painful truth to be accepted

Unloved by the persons who created us

So we suffered while other people enjoy.

Should we consider ourselves alone and unlucky

Or should I say we're still lucky coz we're not alone at all

There are other kids who feel the same way

Were abandoned and taken into the world by mean people.

Is it our fate that we have to suffer like this

Some say we have to face it and make a good life instead

I wonder why, have they felt what we have in our hearts

The great sorrow and longingness of a son?

Yet, we are still searching for the love of a father and a mother

The streets had only given us suffering and pain

We were dogs after all, wandering in the streets for food

Avoided by people because we smell like garbage.

We are a menace, rotten rats rattling their minds!

A great problem of the society, non-humans!

Now, where is the earth created for us?

Or, are we a part of the earth created for them?

After all, we were a pleasure they were not able to control

And so we are here asking whys for the rest of our lives

If we die, and I will not live long for diseases have stricken,

What reward will we get with all of this contemplating.

With all the eyesores and irritation we didn't mean

What has in store for people like us

Well, I don't know and why we're even asking

We are persons who have lost hope and have given up.

People say we are sons of a king

I say, we are of the streets.

Isabela

Exuding great beauty of these mountains wrapped by verdant trees

She lets all fear and sorrow and grief fade away by her breeze

Exuberant wind blows the hot spell- the day after night

She restores good life, fortune by the Sierra Madre's might.

The blessings that pour forth from the rushing rivers and streams      

They are the gifts of nature--our daily music and hymns

They resemble how typical the life our people have

They give joy to every man's soul and heart abounded with love.

The fields and plains which are much blessed by their fertility

People cultivate and use them for our food and sustenance

When storms come and destroy the crops and all of our bounty

People may suffer and lament but will stand again and dance.

Oh my Isabela, the roads are yet to be travailed

But let be your verdancy and glorious past retained,

Let not hate and selfishness run in the blood of your band

May lasting peace and love surround your mighty land.

The Garbage Can and the Wheel

The rest was playing

You rolled away

But at the end of the day

You came home and rolled near

Honestly

You were a circus in my life

Shining in your black stilettos

Rocking me insane

Swaying me to bliss.

Am I selfish not to tell

The secrecy of my love

The silence of my plight

The deepening feeling I have

Morning, you go away

But as you move out

I see the beauty in you

Even beautifuller when struck by the sun

Not sexy, but pleasant

Not showy, but striking!

The day gets longer

When I think of what joy you bring

My work is the garbage

You'll dare not to know

I dare not to tell

And even not to show

But, I bound myself in a feeling

I still have to shout out

There you go, circulating

The air in you is hot

I will make that cool

Only if I can go near

Only if we were meant to be.

You roll away?

You'll come back.

I'll wait.

Rizal's Influence

And now my dear, I’ll face the reality
That Rizal had been a great hero
from the start until today.

And like his bravery and valiance
I’ll have to struggle and pass this test
Like he himself did suffer but endured
The wickedness of the colonizers
Who made him stronger but caused his death.

Today, is today, not yesterday
What therefore would a man do
To change the world?

He has to face her with great confidence
But not necessarily triumphant.
Rizal had suffered and I have too.
Lest, I have the power to follow his ideals
Or better yet create my own. 

The Joke of the Falpreths

And to you my brothers and sisters
We loudly shout and proclaim
That we found the truth --you shall know
She will not get any older.

For the great numbers
Our ancestors made which we believe in
Had shown us what our days are approaching--
fires and great tremors.

Our counting has matched the requirements
And that this is really certain
Lo, starting this day
Go, enjoy and count.

In the latter days of freedom and life
See to it that you are now prepared
For our numbers are accurate
It will happen--it is inevitable.

Specific! Yes it is
The clay and the figures
All connect well
Alas, at least we know when it is coming.

We are not warning you
We are just informing you
For we are not selfish
And we are just true.

If you might not believe us,
You have no other way but to
Count and enjoy, and count
The numbers do not lie.

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And now once again, they have failed. God has ever been true to His promises. I hope "you" stop calculating and/or prophesying things.

Plastic Balloon

       Bliss of childhood,

       Memories flashed back.

       What kind of a past

       Did we likely had?

       A small plastic balloon

       Has brought us there.

       And we danced with it
       Like a child again.

       

A Letter to Maria

Of the flashy smile and of the stare,
Of the random look you dare to spare,
Of the flimsy character you always show,
I swear they are nothing –you always glow.
The long, black silk running from your top
It runs to your back, smooth and bright.
Sudden burst of happiness, O stop!
I cannot help it, I cannot fight.
You grow bigger everyday –I can’t contain,
You look vivid on your dress, you’re the highlight.
Even if the day is hot and dry, or even if it rains,
The same you will appear on my sweetest nights.
Of the flashy smile and of the stare,
Of the random look you dare to spare,
Of the flimsy character you always show,
I swear you got me–you should know.

Today

It’s no ordinary to wake up each day and have fun.

Many people stumble, cry, and even die.

Today, I realized that I am so lucky.

I am not perfect, perfectly I am not.

Every time I see the sun, I tell myself to enjoy my day.

Today, I am just so happy.

The Flea Who Doubted The Existence Of The Dog

This poem was written by my friend, Jep Nonat, who used to question the existence of God before. This poem is so powerful because it was written from the author's heart and joy for finding God in his life. God moves in a very passionate way, we should only open our doors so that God will reveal Himself to us.


People are living with what they accept as "correct" and "true."
That’s how we define reality through and through.
But what does it mean to be correct and true?
Simply vague concepts generating manipulated hue.


Our reality may all be just an illusion,
Leading us all to absurd and wrong conclusions.
Can we consider this as living in our own world,
Shaped by our own subjective beliefs and words?


A question emerged that bothered me in the past,
And baffled my mind consequently like a blast.
"Does He really exist, from the beginning of time?
Is there really a Creator, that controls every created chime?"


I looked for answers, I searched for the truth.
But I was lost forever in this hopeless route.
I was losing my light in an endless dark.
Then an idea struck me in this unknown arc.


What proof am I searching for?
What evidence am I looking for?
I was so foolish and deeply imprudent.
Everything could’ve never been an accident.


The planet is rotating on its own axis,
And revolving around the sun for this.
The seas and the oceans expand,
As the land and the mountains respond.


Animals and plants coexist with us,
Showing us the very way of life thus.
The day and night is there to balance,
While every organism here is to dance.


Every single cell in our body,
Moves with rhythm and harmony.
And these outstanding bodies of ours,
Heal themselves from wounds after hours.


We can think, we can feel.
Everything is real.
He is the Creator that made my soul.
These gifts are incomparable and whole.


I am still new to this long and painful course of life,
Watching people face unimaginable degree of strife.
But I could see that they still smile and stand.
Are these not enough for me to understand?


I was blinded by curiosity,
Killing my own sense of reality.
But I have long since opened my eyes.
Forgive me for not being wise.


I continue to live with this burden,
A retribution I must pay then.
Like a cross on my shoulders,
Tattooed with an eternal verse.


But then I shall head on right,
‘cause I already regained my light.
And I think I can now smile,
Something I haven't done for a while.


I will never be lost again.
For I am now sure, I am now certain.
He always lives here in my heart.
Something I have failed to perceive from the start.


Yet I know deep inside my heart,
My faith shall never fall apart.
I will now leave my doubts behind,
And let everything be healed by time.

What Friendship Really Means

IT'S almost years when we first met
Just simple smiles of joy we felt
When we little bit care and love each other
Just have unending prattles when we gather.

Time like the breezing air had passed so swift,
Those different beliefs had come to fit
And that we never saw how nice we made
A circle of friends that will never fade.

Every morning of those days until now,
I still hear those voices which called me somehow,
Those simple greetings and calls that made us grow,
A family after all, how happy to know.

I don’t wish that we’ll be separated ‘coz of time,
I hope we’ll not forget we are different but rhyme.
Don’t wish that time will come that the rope will be untied,
Our song, our movie, our poem, our story and our stride.

Forever a Family

We cracked our jokes and laughed when we were happy,
We gave importance to one’s sorrow and glee,
I know we met because it is the will of the Infinite,
My heart will always find you space and assure all are fit.

We became parts of each life in an unexpected way,
Will there be time that we will have other friends to stay?
I hope we won’t leave the friendship in the race,
We’ll remember, love each other through life’s pace.

And under problems, we will always remind,
That with love, we’ll not leave each other behind,
Because this is our family after all,
We’ll love each other until our deaths befall.
                                        
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