Biography of Gene Lupague
I'm the second son and the 4th child among the five children of my parents, Haide and Jennie. We're just a simple happy family living at the Masbate City.I didn't toke a pre-school studies and i directly go grade one at the BES and finish it as an honor student.I actually finish my elementary grades at my hometown in BES and graduated as an honor student.I've toke my secondary level in the MNCHS.At my spare time, I've used to do such immaturities but GOD's will i have get the 1st place honor in all years[1st,2nd,3rd & 4rth year]every school ends.I am now a degree holder at SBC taking up BSED in the field of English[with great sip of LITERATURE].I'm still studying and hoping to be a TEACHER when the time comes....
Gene Lupague Poems
Life Is Like A Beautiful Song
Life is like a beautiful song It starts with melodious imagination Of letters, notes, and tone then put together, so sweet into song
Ode To The Moon
I Oh, perfect ball of light, shining at night! How i loved, the way you put life at dark.
Behind the superflous frangrances that entice Were fictitious flavors called lies Tangled with lustful desires for the flesh of golden guitars
Sharp Fangs Of Love
Love sucks through sharp fangs and flesh desires Piercing in sharp swift seconds Penetrating in envenom routine that bonds Heaven and hell
A sense of touch that affectionate... A gleaming light in gloomy spots... A soothing voice that reverberate... A mild molding tongue of great slots...
God wove a web of loveliness, Of clouds and stars and birds, But made not anything at all So beautiful as words.
The brown irish, she found Was curiously slashed with yellow, The color of the sun flower honey, Or of old amber.
It was a pluvial day of sweetness When I receive my heart Weakened by pain... Full of stain...
Of All The Letters
Of all the a's Of all the b's Of all the c's Of all the d's
A sense of touch that affectionate...
A gleaming light in gloomy spots...
A soothing voice that reverberate...
A mild molding tongue of great slots...
Smile of bliss that communicates...
Tempting smell of reality,
The key of change and prosperity.
-So that for all teachers who teaches,
Without this? there will be no success!