ExciteMent

I smell the scent of the country,

See my family with all smiles,

See their faces with glee,

But all are chimera in my mind.

The long journey is dreary.

The scenic view is hideous.

Every minute is akin to a day,

Toting up to the excitement I suffer.

There’s the endless road I see,

The roaring vehicle I hear,

People around me seems to be muted,

I believe they feel the same too.

I close my eyes with the keenness,

To open it at my place of disembarkation,

But only to awake in dismay,

For the destination is not yet imminent.

Again and again I close my eyes,
But everytime I open it, I'm still seated.
Again and again I would visualize
My family hugging me with all smiles.

Writer's Block

How long will the trembling hand
could hold the pen?
While trying to put together
the scattered imagination
vividly created in mind,
to pen down the words
that has been trying
to explore.

The night bird chirps
and the midnight passed,
the rooster crows
yet the words are scarce.

When would it happen again?
That every time the hand moves
and the fingers touch the pen,
the thought flawlessly flows,
like water in a stream
no rock could stand in the way.
When would that be?
Only when you're beside me.

Heavy Rain (who's to blame?)

Lazily I throw myself in bed,

feeling the chilly temperature.

Outside I hear the ticking noise

as raindrops falling on the roof.

Back then, the noise is music,

but now, it's a nightmare.

Rainy days, rainy days,

a season then enjoyed by children.

Heavy rains, heavy rains,

now, it is feared by children,

now, it is feared by people,

they pray it will come no more.

Who's to blame when it happens?

Was it caused by nature?

Does nature unleashes its fury...

or human is to be blamed?

light for tomorrow

As I peek at the window pane,
stare at the outside surrounding,
witnessing the coming of the dusk,
gradually wrapping up the orange sky.

As the row of towering poles flare,
on the sidewalk the children play,
vendible goods lay on the concrete floor,
making use of the lighted poles.

A usual spectacle at night,
gives life to the dusky surrounding.
But I wonder what will happen,
if tomorrow there will be no light?

Would I still see the children play?
Would they be in the sidewalk running?
Would I hear their laughter again?
Would they enjoy the dark evening?

Would there be someone who has courage,
to light up and raise the torch?
Well, all I can do now is to hope,
that tomorrow light would still beam.

How Many Times

How many times will I compose,
an untitled poem,
with less emotion?

How many times will I sit,
and stare blankly,
at the endless horizon?

How many times will I think,
of a beautiful plot,
but could not write the story?

How many times will I conceal,
the fury in my heart,
just to please everyone?

How many times will I keep
pretending to be fine,
just to survive the tyranny?

There maybe no answer,
for time is uncertain, time is vague 
for those who could not wait.

Time is countless, time is erratic,
but for everything we do,
there is always time.

CRAVING

If craving for something
is not possible,
and to care for someone
is no longer viable,
then perhaps, it is better
to dwell in the world of dreams
than to live in the real world
in a solitary grim.

As the birds fly, hopping
from one tree to another.
As the earthworm crawls
hiding down under.
The craving of the fowl
is becoming extreme.
The goal to exist
is no longer a dream.

When solitude comes
in the life of human being.
When extremities strike
that seems no stopping.
When poverty and hunger
cripple ones brain.
Then the beauty of dream
will just be in vain.

ELecTioN FeVer

There’s a fever approaching,
but some people are rejoicing,
they are now full of vim,
a chance to get what they aim.

Dynasties will come to rise again,
people watch of what will happen,
old and new antics will come into play,
as politicians will engage in mud slay.

Others will join the game,
waving their banner of fame,
new faces will try their fate,
for in this game there is wealth.

Each mouth will utter promises,
the crowd will make some wishes,
will hope that it would be fulfilled,
and words will not scatter in the open field.

Let us be watchful of those tainted mind,
there’s an agenda they'll try to hide,
let us be vigilant of the occurrence,
there lies the future of our children.

For Tatay (Father)

Your once muscular built,

now it has fade.

Swept by the passing times,

that made you weak.

But back in your grandeur days,

when you have the power.

Doing everything you can,

to feed your family.

Reminiscing the old times,

when you have the strength.

Full of spirit and vigor,

supporting your kids.

All the endeavors you did,

could not be repaid.

The discipline you instilled on us,

is beyond compare.

You may not have been so expressive

of your love to us.

But we strongly felt it,

in your actions and deeds.

You may have lost your strength,

but not our respect.

And our love for you,

will forever stay.

CORY (Thank You)

The hero is leaving,

takes her journey to heaven,

will join with the Supreme Being,

but leaves the nation mourning.

Your memory will never be gone,

our gratitude for a job well done,

for the democracy that you've given,

for the freedom that we are enjoying.

The legacy you left behind,

forever will keep us bind.

Your love we'll treasure forever,

Your name we'll always remember.

Long live the icon of democracy,

you gave your life unselfishly,

you rest in peace, is what we pray for,

our only way of returning the favor.

NANAY (mother)

There are million words to explore,
But I couldn’t find one,
For words are not enough,
To express my gratitude,
Nor it could pay off for what you did.

Is it enough to say thank you, or
Once in a while think of you, or
Talk to you if I want to.
Well, I believe it’s not,
For I owe you my life.

The shortcomings and anguish I gave you,
Yet, you forgive all my misdeeds.
You sacrificed everything for me,
And give the things I need,
Your noble deeds can’t be repaid.

I already lost count of the times,
That I planned to tell you,
Of the feelings I have,
To say thank you and I love you,
Even those words are not enough though.

Now, time maybe is running out,
For me to embrace you always.
But never I will be ran out of time,
To tell the world how proud I am,
That you are my “Nanay”.

Step Up for a Cause

Lend a helping hand,

when someone cries for help.

Offer your shoulder to cry on,

when someone is in tears.

When you see a hungry child,

feed him in your hand.

When you do something good,

you contribute to the world.

There's nothing to lose,

when you try to be good.

There's nothing to gain either,

when you are a crook,

But a million curses

and despise,

and disgraceful imagery in the
memory of many.

The Rain

There's a noise heard from above,
Striking the roof hastily,
In the manner of a clock sound,
The many recurring clicks.

The fluid running, dropping,
An essential element of all organisms,
Covering most of the earth's surface,
Slipping away of hand's grip.

Invisible to the naked eye,
When drying up without notice,
And form cotton in the sky,
But falls down when becomes heavy.

It quenches the thirsty soil,
And showers the greenery,
Gives life to a barren field,
Brings glee to the country life.

Watch the children play,
Hear the joyful yells,
The sensation they feel,
As tiny drops touch their skins.

Bagong Bayani?

Pula ang kulay ng likidong umagos
Mula sa mga katawan ng mga bayani noon
Mga anak ng bayan na hindi nagpalupig
Umasam ng kalayaan, lumaban, at sa huli ay nanaig

Walang kulay ang likido na umaagos
Mula sa katawan ng mga bayani ng kasalukuyan
Makabagong bayani ang sa kanila ay taguri
Tumatagaktak na pawis, kapalit ay paimbabaw na papuri

Sa pagbabanat ng buto, sa bawat kalyong tumutubo
Sa bawat pang-aalipusta at hirap na dinaranas
Hangad ang makaipon ng sentimo na pampawi sa kalam
Ng sikmura ng pamilyang hapis na ang katawan

Kung may mapagpipilian lamang ay mamarapatin
Ang manatiling nakatuntong sa sariling lupa
Linangin ang kaalaman sa bayang tinubuan
Kaysa suungin ang peligro sa lupang dayuhan

Lumaban para sa kalayaan ang mga bayani noon
Dinilig ng dugo ang lupang uhaw sa paglaya
Lumalaban naman ang mga bayani ng kasalukuyan
Upang makalaya sa hinagpis ng sikmurang kumakalam

Bagong bayani ang turing, ngunit ang trato ay iba
Salat sa aruga mula sa mga nasa kapangyarihan
Mga taong nakaupo sa mga magagarang silya
Animo mabait at magaling kapag nasa harap ng media

Mga bagong bayani ng makabagong lahing Pilipino
Makabagong paraan ang gamit sa pakikipaglaban
Upang wakasan ang paghihirap ng bawat kadugo
Labanan ang kahirapan at tuluyang masugpo

Bagong Anyo ng manDarambong

Ano ba ang silbi ng
pagiging makabayan,
kung ikaw ay nanghihina
at kumukulo ang tiyan?
Kung sa lamesa
ang mga nakalatag na pinggan
ay puro kislap lamang
at walang laman.

Kung may isang Rizal pa
na babarilin sa Luneta,
ito ba ay mararamdaman
ng buong madla?
Pagbabago ba ay mararanasan
ng mga bata,
o wala ring pagkakaiba
sa naranasan na ng mga matatanda?

Noong binaril si Ninoy 
ay nagkaroon ng pagbabago,
subalit panandalian lamang
na naranasan ng mga tao,
dahil kagyat lang na namahinga
ang mga pulitiko,
na sa nakulembat na yaman
ay 'di makuntento.

Nag-iba lang pala ng anyo
ang mandarambong,
parang hunyango'ng nagbabalatkayo
sa mga nakakasalubong.
Animo nakahaing masarap
na puto bumbong,
ngunit nang tikman na
ay lasang bulok na bagoong.

Pilit man na isinusuka
ay kumakapit sa ngala-ngala,
sumisiksik sa mga ngipin
at nagiging tinga.
Walang magawa si Juan
kundi ipikit ang mga mata,
tinitiis ang pangit na lasa
at baho ng hininga.

Sariling Interes

Kanya-kanya, tayu-tayo
at mapagbalatkayo.
Karaniwan nang ugali
ng ilang Pilipino.
Magkapatid, magkaibigan
at maging buong pamilya.
Madalas pinaghihiwalay
dahil sa pulitika.

Kung may mga pagkakataon man
na nagkakaisa.
Minsa'y paimbabaw lamang
at pansamantala.
Biglaang pagbabago
sa isang iglap lamang.
Pagkawatak-watak sariling interes
pa rin ang dahilan.

Pagbabago ang sa tuwina
ay sigaw ng lahat.
Subalit walang maisip
kung ano ang dapat.
Solusyon sa problema
madalas ay isinaisantabi.
Mahalaga pa rin ang
interes para sa sarili.

Bulok na sistema
mahirap nang lunasan.
Sa isang timba'ng tubig
ay 'di maaaring hugasan.
Asido man ang gamitin
ay 'di pa rin kayang linisin.
Hangga't ang ugaling kanya-kanya
ay 'di aalisin.

MAPANGHUSGA

Sa tuwing nakikita natin
ang araw
na nalalambungan
ng makapal na ulap,
ang unang nasa isip natin
ay nagbabadya ang ulan.

Sa tuwing nakikita natin
ang dagat
na may malalaking alon
na dumuduyan sa mga bangka,
ang iniisip natin
ay may bagyong daratal.

Kapag nakakakita tayo
ng isang tao
na humpak ang mukha
at malalim ang mga mata,
ang iniisip natin
sa bisyo s'ya ay sugapa.

Taal na katangian
ng bawat tao
ang manghusga ng kapwa,
ng mga bagay na nakikita,
subalit sa sarili
ay bulag, pipi at bingi.

Pagbabalik-tanaw . . .

Sa dulo ng landas ay nakatayo.
Isang tao na malungkot ang anyo.
Nagbabalik-tanaw sa daan na nilandas.
Nilalaro sa isipan ang mga dinanas.

Tama ba ang daan na tinahak?
Kaligayahan ba ay lubos o payak?
Mga pangarap ba ay tunay na nakamit,
O kasawian lang ang s'yang tanging bitbit?

Sana noong nakatayo sa krus na daan.
Pinili ang tamang landas na patutunguhan.
Sana'y 'di nakinig sa mga sabi-sabi.
At sa agos ay hindi basta sumali.

Kung ang kahapon ay kayang balikan.
At ang oras ay kayang pigilan.
Maaabot kaya ang mga minimithi?
Maiiwasan kaya ang maging sawi?

Ang pagbabalik-tanaw ay wala nang saysay.
Sa panghihinayang ay 'di dapat masanay.
Sa pagkat ang kapalaran ay naiguhit na.
Pag-ibayuhin na lamang at bigyang halaga.

Nasaan?

Nasaan na ang kahapon
na pinagsaluhan
ng dalawang puso
na nagmamahalan?

Nasaan na ang pangako
ng pag-ibig na wagas
na sa dako pa roon
ay magsasama hanggang wakas?

Nasaan na ang panahon
ng pagtatampisaw
sa buhos ng ulan
at masasayang araw?

Nasaan na ang halik
at higpit ng yakap
na nagbibigay ng init
at buhay sa mga pangarap?

May pusong lumuluha
sa bawat paglisan,
lungkot at pighati
sa pusong naiiwan.

Nasaan, nasaan,
ang madalas na katanungan,
subalit walang napapala
bagkus hungkag na kasagutan.

Landas ng Buhay

Sa bawat landas na

ating daraanan.

Walang katiyakan kung ano

ang daratnan.

Sa kalagitnaan man

o sa dulo ng daan.

May mga pagsubok

na mararanasan.

Katulad ng buhay na

puno ng pighati.

Katulad din ng puso na

lagi na ay sawi.

At sa tuwina ang

laging minimithi.

Ang pagsubok at sakit

ay agad mapapawi.

Nais kong humimlay

sa kumpol ng ulap.

At damhin ang pagduyan

ng alapaap.

Wagas na kaligayahan

ay nais malasap.

Sa dulo ng landas sana'y naghihintay

ang kanyang mga yakap.

sA aKing PaglisaN

Sa aking paglisan ay baon ko . . .
ang alaala n'yo,
mga matutunog na halakhak,
mga sigaw ng kagalakan,
matatamis na halik at yakap.

Sa paglalakbay ko sa malayo . . .
kayo ang nasa isip ko,
dadamhin ko ang inyong paglalambing,
iisipin ko ang inyong mga ngiti,
daldalhin ko hanggang sa paghimbing.

Ako'y maglalakbay sa dako pa roon . . .
na masasayang alaala ang baon,
walang katumbas na ligaya,
na may mga ngiti sa labi,
at sa inyo, pagmamahal ko ay mananatili.

Tumawa Ka!

Marami ang natatawa at nangungutya
sa mga tula na aking nilikha.
Marami rin ang nangingiti ng tipid,
ngunit sa wari ko sila'y napapaismid.

Subalit ako'y walang pakialam,
at patuloy na umaasam,
na sa bawat tula na maisulat,
may isipan na inut-inot na mamulat.

Libong beses man na ako'y kutyain,
maraming beses man nilang isipin,
na walang saysay ang aking mga likha,
ako'y magpapatuloy pa rin sa pagkatha.

Katulad ng Halaman

Bulaklak sa parang
kay gandang pagmasdan.
Biyaya ng kalikasan
na dapat alagaan.
Katulad ng pag-ibig
na ating iniaalay.
At pagpapahalaga sa ating
mga mahal sa buhay.

Katulad ng mga halaman
at bulaklak sa parang.
Dito sa mundo
tayong lahat ay nilalang.
May hiram na buhay
mula sa Maykapal.
Na dapat alagaan
at sa isipan ay ikintal.

Katulad ng mga halaman
may tumutubo sa ilang.
At sa aruga kadalasan
ay kulang.
May mga tao din
na nalilihis ng landas.
Nasanay sa kabuktutan
at gawaing di patas.

Halaman man sa parang
ay sinusubok din.
Sa init ng panahaon
at ihip ng hangin.
Sinusukat ang tatag
at tibay ng ugat.
Halamang matibay lang
ang tiyak na aangat.

Sa mga pagkakataon
na may pag-aalinlangan,
o sa mga panahon
na nagugulumihanan.
Hindi dapat manlumbay
bagkus ay umasam.
Na sa bagong umaga
hirap ay mapaparam.

Twilight on the Seashore

Along the seashore I walk

To the waves and seashells I talk
Watching the sunset on the horizon
That gives color to the warm afternoon.

The warm sea breeze blows on my face
The sailboats catch my gaze
The fishermen hauling the net
On the seashore the wives wait.

From the distance a figure I see
A beauty revealed as I look closely
A pleasing view to look at
But disappeared in an instant.

I look around but see the twilight
I rest upon the sand and welcomes the night
Watching the waves rushing to the shore
Shining like pearls that allure.

From the distance I see flickering lights
Like fireflies that appear on dark nights
Fleetingly enjoying the faculty of seeing
Hoping to embrace a beautiful morning.

Pretty and Free

When you speak up,
you bring glee,
with your innocent ways
and actions that’s so lively.

To me, you are my clown,
for you always make me smile.
You are my joy,
and always be my baby Kyle.

Your pretty face
can not be ignored,
your talkativeness, takes me
away from being bored.

You always speak up
of what’s in your mind,
exercising the freedom
of an innocent child.

Pretty and Free
that’s what Kyle Frances means,
you may be loquacious,
but you give my life a sense.

Strong and Womanly Beautiful

Brave and strong
that is your personality
and for me, you possess
a beauty that’s not ordinary.

I picture in you
some of my qualities
and it appears you inherit
some of my abilities.

You are the second “ATE”,
but to me you are my choy-choy,
you show potency
but yet a little coy.

You’re one of the three pieces
of my life’s puzzle
which I desire and hope
that I could fully assemble.

Charleigh Belle,
that is your name,
Strong and Womanly Beautiful
that’s what it is meant.

my Beautiful Defender

When I first saw you,
unexplained happiness was felt.
Your beauty fascinates me,
as I look at you unbelievably.

You are my flesh and blood,
it’s what I could only stress,
while keeping you a glance
and give you your first kiss.

Your face speaks up for your name,
Beautiful, that’s what Farrah is meant,
and when you grow up
I wish you’ll be potent.

You are my Alexa,
Defender is what it signifies
a character I desire you would have
and in your life you would apply.

You are my refuge from now and then,
for you are my beautiful defender.
During uncertainty I will count on you,
hope you will not waver.

Contradictions in Life

We falter sometimes,
in times of trouble and hardships.
In times of challenges,
we become skeptics.
In times of desolation,
desperation comes to mind.

Challenges,
makes a person stronger,
that’s what we believe in.
And in times of difficulty,
we show our disposition,
it is surviving!

Contradiction,
is part of our life.
We may falter sometimes,
or felt the desperation and skepticism,
but we always rise up,
and survive.

mEmOrY of a MaiDen

On a mound stands
a lonely figure
reminiscing,
longing.

In a far-off space
returns the memory
of a joyful past,
of a maiden
who cast a spell over,
conquering
the courageous heart.

The heart of steel
was melted, surrendered,
to the pleasing virgin
who soon disappeared,
vanished
in the dark evening.

Driving

Hands on the wheel
Drive up the hill
Step on the gas
Feel the adrenaline rush

Keep eyes on sight
Examine left and right
Sound the horn
Then make a turn

Passing roads and bridges
Feeling the cold breeze
Feels like flying
While other vehicles running

A foot so quick
Stepping on the brake
The yellow light flashing
The red light is coming

A glance at the rear
Vehicle comes near
Overtaking on the left
Careful not to flip

Slow or fast motion
Will arrive in a destination
There's no sense to hurry
If you'll end up to bury

Moving On

There are times that may seem to be gloomy
And appears to hide the sunny day
There are also times that seems to be stormy
And warns of the danger that is on the way

The gloomy days that we endure
Brings lesson to the human nature
And when the sun appears from the horizon
It gives us courage to keep moving on

Gloomy or sunny day is part of life’s stages
For it teaches us to be strong always
To surmount the obstacles we meet
And rise again from every defeat

The River

The water flowing, so pure and clean,
It glistens, like shining stars in heaven.
In the morning you see its calmness,
But sparkles once touched by sun rays.

The tangy stomp in the water,
Create a splash, breaking its crystal clear,
With the sudden dip of the feet,
The soothing coldness is felt.

There are times when its water is motionless,
But comes the rapid when the tide changes,
Agitating all the creatures beneath,
But worry not for it’s what they wait.

The water running, flowing, hitting the rocks,
So exquisite and a pleasant view from atop,
A nature’s gift that we need to cherish,
Someday, to our children we'll bequeath.

Waiting

Staring blankly on the wall,
waiting for your call.
Excitement was suddenly felt,
when the cellphone vibrate.

In times that nothing is heard from you,
it brings boredom and loneliness too.
In times that no message was received,
feels like the heart wanna grieve.

Perhaps it was already a habit,
for the mind was already set,
frantically hoping that you would remember,
that there’s someone from a far corner.

Though there is no right to demand,
but a single message could have charmed
this lonely spirit from the distance,
who remains to be hopeful of the chance.

brook

Like a flowing river,
so pleasing and captivating.
Like a garnet gem,
a beauty so enchanting.

You may not be so perfect,
to those who doesn’t knew you.
But you are exceptional,
to the people you’re closest to.

Others may not understand you,
for they find you obstinate.
But for those who likes you,
You are so considerate.

Like a stream endowed by nature,
You are so natural.
To the people who loves you,
You are so special.

Take Your Part

With the stroke of a paintbrush,
an image is created.
With the scribble of the pen,
a poem is composed.
With the plucking of the strings,
there’s a sound of music.
With the touch of the keys,
a melody reverberates.
With the tiny drops of water,
it breaks the deafening silence.

In every sunset,

a new sunrise is coming.
In every departure, rest assured that
there’s always an advent.
Tiny things, simple actions
always bring a reaction.
It’s no time to think of a bigger thing
just to become an icon.
For you could throw-in your part,
in every positive deed that you carry-out.

OpPorTuNitY

What does fate has to do,
or what destiny can do,
when we leave someone
behind?

Does nature takes its turn,
or someone could twist
the hands of time when
everything seems gone?

For the hands of time is
neither inexorable nor the
future can be foretold to
warn us of what is coming.

For the present commonsensical
state should be exploited
not just to please someone
but to benefit everyone.

Be watchful of the
prospective moment and be
grateful of the opportunity
for never again it will come.

they could make me cry

Watching my little ones,
is a feeling I can’t explain.
Listening to their laughter,
there’s a joy from within.

As they play around,
running, shouting and laughing.
As they reach for my hand,
feeling of happiness was overwhelming.

In all my endeavors,
they are my strength.
In times of trials and gap,
they are my only link.

I may be feeling so strong,
and in everything I could try,
But somehow I realize,
They could make me cry.