Ian Jay Bantilan Poems

A journey of a young architect to discover the town of Catarman 2004


I packed my bag while it was dark
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A Tribute to Timoteo Guintos

He braves his way into the foliage,
With blade he clears a prickly cogon path
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A coffee a day will keep awake,
The man whose heavy eyes wont wait.
With opened mind you pay your bill;
without losing money in a careless will.
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I walk through streets of heavy rain
Stride a tip-toe on the Street Lane
I feel a Gush of mist that blew my cheek
As drops of water start to leak.
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Dried from Exhaustion
Lost in the Translation
Confused in the Submission
Expectant in completion
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Little brown princess had a dinner
where she was happy to eat some oysters (talaba)
A little booze, of apple flavored brew
While quietly she savored her food.
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Life is but a theater; we have our own stage
As each moment start, we turn a new page,
Some will be given their lines for the script
While others will choose their own part to portray
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She looks at her watch
Its quarter after six
There isn't to do much
Long hours to make you sick
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Amazing how good the time we have,
When we are together,
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She lays there, silent
Though I know she'd usually be loud
She looks intently at the crowd,
Much to her amazement
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