Blurred Existence

I make romance to the serenity

of nature

As I take refuge at the shadows

of the trees

Feels the tender puff

of the zephyr

And listens to the tweets

of the birds

I could smell the fragrance

of the flowers

While watching the gliding leaves

of the plants

That dances along with the blow

of the gentle breeze

As it slowly falls and touches the arms

of the grassy land

The butterflies smelling the fragrance

of the blooming floras

The honeybees temptingly nipping

of the flowers sweet nectar

I see the recurrent leaps

of the grasshoppers

And the beautiful flock formation

of the hovering dragonflies

Never will I be tired to embrace

this wonderful gift from God

And will always be grateful

with this pleasure I have

But in the morning when I rise

I ran outside and look around

The enthralling panorama of nature

it all exists, but only in my dream

The SEA

A wide body of water

the home of sea creatures
creeping,
swimming.
The school of fish
pursued by sharks,
barracudas chasing
and the whales are waiting.

In the seabed
holes
are the eels hiding
with high voltage tail.

The sea urchins,
on the corals they sit
with their needle like shrubs
wagging.
The seaweeds
of color green,
brown, red and black
and so the algae drifting.

The dolphins are flipping
while the seagulls are flying.
The flying fish soaring
above the sea.

The sea turtle
corroding
could hardly recognize
the food from trash,
an endangered species.

A giant floating,
made of iron or timber,
pollution it brings,
back then... the clear water…
now black.

When a vessel
becomes a flotsam
beneath the sea
yield refuge
to its inhabitants,
soon a diver’s spot.

Simple Things

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Imagine a dog in a doghouse

and nobody will tend; it won’t survive.

Imagine a lovebird alone in a birdcage;

it will surely die.

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Imagine the sky without the moon and stars;

total darkness.

Imagine a world without music;

a deafening silence.

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Sometimes, there are simple things around us

that we tend to ignore.

Oftentimes, we focus on

things that give us satisfaction.

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But, have you ever imagined what will happen

if everything around you will vanish?

What if you will be left in a place

with nothing but an endless horizon?

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Man has no satisfaction and always aims for the best,

not minding the simple things around.

Think, before you forget; act before it’s too late,

for that very simple thing might be the biggest loss in your life.

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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.

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?

If I can

If I can fly,

I will take you to the highest peak

So you would see what’s on the ground

For I know you heard the whimpers

But you never seek where it’s coming from

If I can slip back,

I will take you to a place in the past

Where people lived in harmony

For I know that peace is what you seek

But never tried to put it into effect

If I can walk on the water,

I will carry you on my shoulder

We’ll watch the dwindling species of fish

For I know that you want it to flourish

But your commerce could be in menace

If I can time travel,   

I will take you with me to the future

To build a cleaner and greener environment

For I know that you loved nature

But you only watch it being ruined

If I can . . . only if I can

But all is just a whisper, or

Perhaps a song of a dreamer

For like you I’m a hopeless crusader

A fantasist with so much fear

tHe LosT NatUrE

Have I told you about yesterday?,

of the lush green mountains I saw,
the thick virgin forest,
the flock of birds that dwell on the trees.

Have I told you of what I saw?
The river with crystal clear water,
the school of fish in a shallow sea,
the mangroves that protect the shores.

The fresh air that I breathed,
the rice fields that colored gold,
the water curtains on the earth walls.
All that I witnessed and enjoyed.

Did I tell you of what I see today?
The billowing dark smoke in the air,
the tin boxes running in congest,
the concrete roads that become rivers.

The concrete boxes rising in the fields,
the mountains exposing its scalps,
the arid riverbeds now revealed,
the birds that are now in cages.

Do you know what I visualize for tomorrow?
My children could still see the trees,
the birds, the rivers, and the golden fields,
the school of fish and the beautiful water falls,

They could still see the lush green mountains,
the thick virgin forest.
Hold it in their hands and see,
as they flip the pages of a story.

The Dark Bay

In the morning when the sun rises,
I walk along the bay with no surprises,
Watching the water full of garbage,
There also float some dead seaweeds.

The tiny waves on the dark sea,
It scintillates no more and so gloomy,
The different objects decorating the water,
That keeps it away from being clear.

Neither crabs nor fish are visible,
Yet, fishing rods are held by some people,
The dark water is so uninviting,
Yet, I see children swimming and enjoying.

The load of trash in the historic bay,
Stained and ruined its natural scenery,
The place where lovers used to roam,
Gradually, the human caused its doom.

The clear blue water was gone,
And so was the clean and gleaming sand,
The fresh sea breeze in the past,
Now a tarnish smell of oil and rust.

Oh, the once wonderful gift of nature,
A picture of how life is innate and pure,
A place where the beautiful sunset I see,
Now, it's a mirror of man's apathy and cruelty.

Tranquil Sea

Leisurely passing below the horizon,

The sun kisses the tranquil sea.

That from which a backdrop,

Of a reddish-yellow sky I see.

A cruise ship comes near to the harbor.

Filthy children beg in the street.

I hear the shout of a street vendor.

Then, a commotion of individuals,

Whipping an alleged unlawful man.

How I wish I could stay,

Everyday so I could see,

When the sun sets in the horizon,

And wait for the near-term full moon.

But I have a journey to take,

To fulfill a promise that I made.

I have to withdraw from where I stand,

And make tracks from this fallow land,

The agitating world of uncertainty,

Of beings full with animosity.

I dream of a place where I could be,

A world where true happiness exists,

Where equality has no extremity,

A world where there is no war,

No inequity of color and race,

Where peace is attainable rather than far.

I dream not of a fleeting reality,

And if my reverie is unfeasible,

Then, I’ll take refuge in a tranquil sea.

The Green Trees

Green is the color of the trees,

That cover the mountains,

The source of water in the springs,

Of rivers and wells. . .

That was a long time ago.

Green is the color of the trees,

That gives shade in the parks.

Trees that lined-up along the side streets,

Keeping the countryside cool…

That was a long time ago.

Green is the color of the trees,

That bear flowers and fruits.

Trees with its roots and leaves,

That cures the sick…

Where are those trees?

The green trees, now color brown,

Piling-up in the lumber yards, or

Drenched in the rivers by loggers.

Who care only for their pockets…

I still see the trees… or logs?

The mountains are no longer green,

Where are the trees now?

The water in the spring, I taste it.

Not from the trees, but in a bottle…

For trees were no longer there.

Bulong ng Kalikasan

Noon, ay iyong ipinangako

Na ako ay aalagaan mo

Kailanma’y hindi pababayaan

‘Di sisirain o yuyurakan

Kaya’t ako ay di nagpabaya

At ika’y binigyan ng biyaya

Alay ko’y mga likas na yaman

Ng tubig, lupa, at kabundukan

Sa simula ay aking nakita

Na ika’y sadyang mapagkalinga

Mga isda’y pinangalagaan

Maging ang hayop at kakahuyan

At ako nga ay sadyang natuwa

Sa kabutihang aking nakita

Sapat na init ika’y binigyan

Pati na ng hangin at ng ulan

Subalit tila ika’y nagbago

At unti-unti’y naging palalo

Ang dating payak na katauhan

Bigla’y naging tuso at gahaman

Kabundukan ay iyong kinalbo

Mga puno ay ginawang troso

Sinira mo rin ang karagatan

Pati ang hangin at kalupaan

Libong beses nagbabala sa ‘yo

Sa dulot ng kapalaluan mo

Subalit ako’y ‘di pinakinggan

At ako’y sinira nang tuluyan

Tao, ngayon ika’y nagdurusa

Sanhi ng iyong mga ginawa

Kung nais mo na ito’y maibsan

Ako sana’y iyong alagaan

Nature's Revenge

The stars have faded and gone

Covered by the clouds upon

The teardrops fall from the sky

A clear sign of nature’s cry

In the darkness of the night

When everybody sleeps tight

The nature casts its fury

Leaving each no time to pray

And when the morning sun comes

There were cries and open palms

A picture of grief and fear

Left by the past disaster

But what is disappointing

Was to hear people blaming

That despite the victims whine

In faulting they still have time

Blame it to man’s carelessness

Ruining the mountains and trees

Of man’s selfishness and greed

To nature, lives are now feed

RainShower

I see the rain
that showers down
and touches the leaves
of the thirsty plants.
The water then permeates
the earth and
drenches the roots
of the thirsty plants.

I see the rain
that showers down
and touches the skin
of the desiccated soil.
The water then flows
down to the river
finding its path
towards the open sea.

I see the rain
that showers down
and touches the face
of the concrete grounds.
The water then stays
and never moves down
then slowly rises
and overflows the earth.

A Walk on the Bridge

One by one,

the lights flare-up,

displaying

its' different colors

as the twilight encompasses

the surroundings.

The water current changes;

it’s low tide.

Exposing the muddy water,

the unpleasant smell

of the river.

Sniffing the dust

and the smoke

of the speeding vehicles

passing by.

The night breeze blows,

not cold but humid.

Two lovers sit

along the riverbank;

perhaps they talk

about the blissful things,

of what life lies ahead,

and to live together,

‘til eternity.

The Night-Sky

The skies are blue

but I picture it in black,

no white clouds above,

no sun that secretes behind.

I see the scattered gold

and all the jewels

that shine apart,

gleaming in different forms.

The mother pearl that I see

and all the objects

in the milky way

thrown loosely in space.

A creation of splendor

that human attempts to measure,

yet the find is obscure

for the creation is inconceivable.

There's a Reason

There's a reason why we are lonely,

There's a reason why we felt glee,

In everything we experience and do,

In everything we see and encounter,

There's always a reason why it happened.

Everything was created by God for a reason,

Thus, there's a reason why everything exist,

There's a reason why we sometimes fail,

A reason why we soar and succeed,

There's always a reason why it happened.

When we were awed, we search for the reason,

We explore when the reason is vague,

We ask when the reason is flawed,

When there's imperfection, we wonder,

But there's a reason why it happened.

Will Remain a Dream

The things that have been forgotten
The manners that have been in system
The action that was focused on one thing
The life so busy yet so boring
The beautiful things that have been ignored
The charm that was overlooked
The love that was never explored
The feelings that have been stored
The thought of being contented
The notion that life has been completed
The options that were allegedly contemplated
The plans that were never effectuated
The goal that was never been reached
The ambition that was never achieved
The peak that was never conquered
The open skies that were never subjugated
These are the things in our life
That if we will not dare to strive
Will only remain in our mind
But never could be achieved and survived

Where are the flowers?

The merry month of May is here,

festivities are held everywhere.

Flowers bloom in this season,

but neither have I seen the blossom.

Where are the flowers gone?

I wish I could pick a lovely one,

the most attractive one that thrive,

to offer to the prettiest woman alive.

The once lively and colorful field,

a gloomy atmosphere it now yields.

The lovers who enjoyed the scenery,

gone are they and drifted away.

The Mayflower festivals we once enjoyed.

The festivities that brought us joy.

Gone was the merry atmosphere in May.

Gone were the flowers we longed to stay.

The Last Dance of the Sparrows

Slowly, I rise up from bed,
Heard the cheerful note of the sparrows,
Weaving their nest in the nearby tree,
While the house-birds frolic on the roof.

The colored white, black, and golden brown,
So lovely as they dance on the tree,
A rare magnificent view,
Yet, so common in the country.

I rest at night not a slumber,
So calm as I sleep tight,
Dreaming of tomorrow’s sight,
The sparrows in their morning dance.

Not an ordinary morning when I rise,
Greeted by a deafening silence,
No cheerful note of the sparrows,
Nor house-birds frolic on the roof.

There I saw the woody plant,
Lying on the earth so flatly,
Depriving the birds of their shelter,
Leaving the vertebrates in disarray.

The captivating sight of nature,
The exquisite dance of tiny creatures,
The cheery mood brought by its cheerful notes,
Has gone away, it's gone away.

Never would I see the sparrows again,
Never would I witness its lovely dance,
Never would I be hopeful of a beautiful morning,
Never would I see again the sparrows dance.