Simple Christmas

I have a wish on Christmas day

not for me but for everybody

a wish for all to be merry

but celebrate in a simple way

As clock ticks and years are fast leaving

Christmas celebrations are changing

from simple one to profit-making

It becomes the way for carousing

So thrilled that people tend to forget

that Christmas is not for sumptuous feast

neither the reason for pricey gifts

It’s Christ who makes the Christmas complete

To rejoice depends on your belief

and it’s not all about the word thrift

perhaps it’s a pleasure for yourself

but Christ came with nothing for Himself

Sure, you have the right to expend  

and. . . we have no right to contend

but if you have the means to spend

let Christ be as the pleasing end 

Belief

Belief can be a bridge or a river

that can connect us or take us apart

can be a rope that would keep us near

or a wall that keeps us at a distant

He reads and sings praises, while you kneel

he bows his head, while you calmly sits

his belief is not what you think and feel

your belief is not within his wits

You have a Pope, while he has a Dalai Lama

he has an Imam, while he has a Rabi

all are leaders and protector of a dogma

the prudent ones that can keep us nearby

Religion, faith, belief or whatever is the term

is one of the things that flares us and keeps us going

it binds certain people but not the world as a team

but oneness can be attained if people stop reproving

Respecting ones faith is all what necessitates

for we all have the freedom to choose our belief

Religion should not be the cause of conflicts

but an equalizer so we can have peace and relief

Facade

You and I in a place of bluntness

where everyone should be honest

You and I in a place of splendor

and everyone should be the best

I say that you can count on me

but my actions say otherwise

I say that I’ll be by your side

but deep inside I’m thinking twice

I dare not stand when I saw you plunged

for I thought it was a simple show 

And I dare not answered when you asked

for I want to keep the things I know

It is easy to say this and that

and promise but hard to shore up

It’s so nice to hear my kindness

but action is better than speak up

I’m a talker, a good persuader

they think that I’m a connoisseur

I say it loud, does it laggardly

they knew not I’m an amateur

The Power of Nature

At times,
there’s tranquility,
serenity
of the surroundings

Then comes the strong wind,
call it tornado
or a whirlwind.

Then comes the cyclone,
so strong,
call it hurricane
or a typhoon.

The nature cries,
pouring water from the sky,
permeating the earth,
becoming it less hard,
it flows down
with devastating strength
razing everything in path.

Then comes the heat
making the body sweat,
so intense.
Global warming
in experts term
caused by human
so unconcerned.

EVERYDAY

Everyday, different people we meet,
maybe friendly, stubborn or stringent.
They’re maybe real or just a player,
a pretentious one or just a seer.

Everyday, life changes in just a snap,
so quick like a conjurer’s clap.
Changes that we do not expect,
and cannot do otherwise but to accept,

Everyday, people seems to be in a trance,
hoping, seeking, finding for a chance,
a chance to make ones life evicted,
from a society of corruption and greed.

Everyday, is a customary cycle,
like yesterday that we can recall,
and to bring forth and evaluate,
in the future will serve as admonishment.

Everyday, we could meet anyone,
but it’s not everyday that we meet The One,
who could fulfill and make our life happy,
and would touch our hearts in every way.

Once In Our Life

Once in our life, we felt

That we are on the top of the world

That we can do anything and everything

A superior feeling we can’t explain

Once in our life, we knew

That we have done something,

Something that is downbeat

Unpredicted or quite off-beat

Once in our life, we have lied

Work against or conspired

Unknowingly steal or cheated

With petty crime committed

Once in our life, we might have met

A scornful individual or

A very crooked public official

Mind you, it’s not unusual

A lot of things to show and recite

Lots of occurrences been familiarized

Laugh with it, cry with it

Change, you can be a catalyst 

Pagbabago

Paano ba ginagawa ang pagbabago?

Ito ba ay napakamahal at maluho?

Maaring simple o kumplikado.

Napupulot o madaling masalo.

Sa umaga, sa pagmulat ng iyong mga mata,

Ang pagbabago ba ay kaagad nakukuha?

Animo tubig na hinihilamos sa mukha,

At kapagdaka’y pupunasan ng tuwalya.

Ito ba ay parang dumi lamang sa katawan-

Na nakukuha sa isang paligo lamang?

Ito ba ay parang natuyong pawis din lang-

Na sa basang bimpo ay maaring punasan?

Ito ba ay parang pagkain sa mesa -

Na napipili kung alin ang malasa?

Na kung mainit ay maaring iluwa,

Naiisantabi kung maanghang o mapakla.

Ang pagbabago ba ay katulad ng larawan-

Na madaling i-like ng mga kaibigan?

O profile picture na madaling palitan,

Dahil maraming pose ang pagpipilian.

Ito ba ay maihahalintulad sa isang byahe

Na maari kang mamili kung taxi o dyipni

Katulad ng upuan sa dyipni na napipili,

Subalit hindi ang uupo sa iyong tabi.

Mahirap bang gawin ang pagbabago-

O madali lamang kung iyong isapuso?

Anuman ang ayaw o ninanais mo,

Sana ito’y positibong pagbabago.

WoRld Of DrEaMs

Imagination flies in the air
Blown by the wind of dreams
Hopping from one beautiful place
Disembarking to a magical soil

Traversing in the space of hope
Aiming to find the treasure
That at the end of the rainbow
A pot of gold will be uncovered

Triumphantly defeated the foes
As the beautiful princess waits
And the people are rejoicing
Celebrating the victory been achieved

Come into the world of dreams
Where everything is possible
Wherein you are the protagonist
And nothing attained but victory

Come into the world of dreams
Wherein you are the millionaire
The famous philanthropist
The Don Quixote of your generation

Take pleasure of your imagination
Of the conscious and subliminal occurrence
Of the world within the imaginary world
A spice of strength in the world of bleakness

April and the Daffodils

In April, comes the season of spring

In some places . . . but I don’t have

Heat, sweat . . . and the beaches ring

The humid air my nostrils grab

It’s summertime! That’s what I know

The flowers bloom, the birds bop

No spring that wipes out the snow

The water tempts, it’s time to hop

The daffodils are now in bloom

It’s now in flourish so they say

It grows up not in my home

How would I know, I haven’t see

Should I care about the daffodils?

How does it look like, would it matter?

I look forward to have some thrills

A jaunt or an egg hunt on Easter

Do you have the same reflection?

Of it doesn't matter or I don’t care

Nature is in my imagination

Is it enough, or to care would be better?

I Stand Alone

I stand alone… alone at the side

In a deep thought and heavy sigh

Muted against all sounds

Lest be asked then words untied

I stand alone while the crowds settled

Against the current, I strive

While others have loudly cried

I stand alone without a sound

Your howls I hear but least understand

Can’t see the place of where you stand

Yesterday you’re at the corner

Today you’re at the other side

Forgive me but I won’t cry

A bawler’s life is not my style

I’d rather stay as a muted ant

And bite when ran aground

Your place is not what I stand

Your goal may not be what I want

But when it is for all and sundry

I’ll stand with you and die

I Will Go Home (tribute to Fallen 44)

I will go home now, my dear

After a day of sweat and fear

After a day of fatigue and hunger

After a deafening noise of blasts and flare                  

I will go home and rest, my dear

I will be home soon, honey

After a day of precious journey

A journey to unfamiliar territory

For it is part of my sworn duty

To protect you and our country

I will go home now, mother

Knowing that I have done my share

In ensuring that everyone out there

Would be out from any harm or fear

I will go home but can't hug you, mother

I will go home now, my children

Not to answer your questions of when

Of when are we going to play again

Or safely stroll every now and then

I’ll be home to be with you, my children

                                              

I will be home to be with you, Father

For I have nothing more to render

The end of my journey is now near

Near until I’ll be by your side, Father

I’ll be home to be with you, forever.

January

January, the first month of the year,

A time when holiday rush is over.

In some places, it’s a cold winter time,

To some, it’s a journey to a new clime.

A new year and a new hope to some,

To relieve the burden and old qualms.

A time for change and to do better,

Hoping for a prosperous new year.

January could be a sign for new life,

Or could be a part of unending strife.

It is a maybe, a not, or can be,

No one knows, neither one could foresee.

Some are thinking of a birthstone,

Or a zodiac sign to rely on.

But, not a Capricorn nor a garnet,

Nor an Aquarius can make you rich.

Do not be thrilled with the Chinese zodiac,

Or a Feng Shui that would bring you luck.

Depend on yourself, your mind and heart

Strive hard, and January is the start.