51.
My 2nd Leaf
Picked thee from clusters
With red-like blisters
Shrub with thousand leaves
Packed flowers it gives
Hey! It’s a “santan”!
The owner of thee
A rich family
Named Araneta
And hachuela
Dumarao’s elite
Glad birthday to her
Ma’am Inday’s mother
Their clan reunites
Family invites
June one of this year
Beside the stairway
Flowers in array
On box plots planted
To porch surmounted
Abode’s grand entrance
This day’s important
Somehow jubilant
‘Bout thirteen years past
Since I was there last
This one’s second time.
-06/01/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
52.
My 3rd Leaf
Plucked thee hastily
Hoped no one saw me
A platform décor
With two other more
We call it “palma”!
Whoever placed it
Surely got profit
Public property
University
CapSU-Main domain
Two-day Seminar
Which may bring us far
A Textbook Writing
Aiming for something
These coming school years
Room for conference
Bird’s eye of audience
Right… but not there born
Just there to adorn
It needs the sun soon
Day whispered to me
Opportunity
I can write a book
Pleasure I might hook
This day’s a calling!
-06/03/11
(Dumarao)
*My Tolada collection
53.
Ode to the Flower of June 2011
Got thee at ‘bout four-thirty
While clouds are gray and rainy –
Oh how I missed my real plan
TED Orientation was gone
Flower there must be better
Event’s worth to remember
It was because of nonsense
Momentum near decadence
This time I was in hurry
So I must be not sorry
Slip not oh flower of June
Despite bad weather, there’s boon
And oh I can’t imagine
There’s something red & glowin’
While alone in Amang Hall
A little drizzle, befall
Sitting in front computer
Door’s open saw I flower
When out for awhile to get
Red santan bundle that’s wet.
-06/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
54.
My 4th Leaf
Got thee while walking
From school outgoing
Sidewalk ornament
Simple arrangement
You “bougainvilla”?
It is obviously
A school property
That of CapSU-Main
Was there once again
Mother school – city
Ma’am Gomez called us
Authors – English Plus
To have a review
Changed many or few
July Twenty-nine
Along the hallway
Assorted array
On the very first floor
Left-side corridor
Stage facing audience
I’ve not expected
4th leaf’s connected
3rd Leaf’s appendix
Book-making matrix
Now it’s really real!
-07/30/11
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
55.
My 5th Leaf
Plucked thee while sitting
While Mayor speaking
Unlike the first four
You’re not for décor
Lo! “Carabao grass”?
CapSU family
And unknown to me
Crowd – far and near
Cluster – there and here
Fiesta spectators
P.M. August One
Start of feast on town
There’s not enough sun
Not hot, not cold – fine
Mayor gives message
Parade to playground
Crowds and sounds around
Audience view – right side
Itchy grasses ride
Kneel and Indian seat
It was eight years past
Since I was there last
Take part Padagyaw
Rejoice Dumarao
Our Lady of Snows!
-08/01/11
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
56.
My 6th Leaf
Torn thee from torn leaf
A long one – not brief
Unlike the first five
This one’s not alive
Don’t know its name too
Décor by first year
On table to cheer
By someone from them
For only one name
BS Ed One, lo!
First day of Mid-Term
Their very first sem
Eighteenth of August
While I am their host
For Ma’am Jul’s exam
As said – on table
On vase – with bundle
With flowers – other
Surround them – cluster
It’s one of six leaves
Felt I bit boring
For students talking
Exam not over
I noticed flower
Pre-lunch time stupor.
-08/18/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
57.
Indi na Ako!
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga manginpulitiko
Mag-angkon sggahum kg mga tinawo
Magpasikat sgkasarang kg mga proyekto
Bag-o mangin pulitiko…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga manginnegosyante
Mag-angkon sgmanggad kg mga kotse
Bag-o mangin negosyante…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga makasulod samedia
Sa balita man ukondrama
Kapuso man ukonkapamilya
Bag-o makasulod sa media…
Indi na ako maghandum
Nga himuon lang“stepping stone”
Ang kon diin ara ako karon
Kay diri ako daw pulitiko man, negosyante kg media person
Bag-o makasulod sa kon diin ara ako karon
Ako naghandum ngaang paglupad padasigon
Nagpadayaw sapulitiko, negosyante kg media tycoon
Sa tuyo nga manginisa ka maragtason
Nanakit kgnagpahibi sg mga tagipusoon
Bag-o naghandum nga ang paglupad padasigon…
Akon ginpasulabiang kaugalingon
Nga ambisyon kgsakon nga balatyagon
Natabunan anghuna-huna sg mga ilusyon
Samtang ginalab-ot ang mas mataas nga gusto
Ako nabulag kg nagdako ang ulo
Nagbangga kg nanapak sg mga tawo
Paano ko mapamatud-an nga indi ko ina ginusto?
Paano kon ila ako pagabalusan –
Laglagon, patyon ukon nano pa man?
Ano ang akon kasarang nga sila punggan?
Paano ko hambalon nga ako dapat kaluy-an?
Wala ako mahimo kon amo ina gusto nila
Ugaling sa akon sumpa ako anany patapusa
Baydan ang tanan nga utang namon nga kwarta
Mangin amigo sg madamo kg mabaton sg banwa
Paagi sa pagbuyangyang sg matuod ko nga plano
Ginahatagan ta kamo ideya kon paano
Nga ang akon ambisyon (indi sumpa) punggan ninyo
Kay sa paghandum sg mas mataas – indi na ako!
-09/08 to 09/2011
(Dumarao)
*sentimental
58.
My 7th Leaf
Pulled thee near from earth
A short shoot – new birth
Among the humblest
One of the smallest
Behold! ... a “kamia”!
Obtained by father From bank of river
Whoever planted
Not known by my head
Transplanted and then
Tenth day – September
Twenty-third’s over
About nine morning
Mist sprayed – thought raining
‘Bout nine thirty – wrote
Before – bank river
Now – “Takas” – father
There he transplanted
On land adapted
Bless it to prosper
This one is special
Birthday memorial
So far the only
Written so early
While sun not yet gone.
-09/10/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
59.
My 8th Leaf
Picked thee from high place
Metres from its base
Now the longest one
Note’s page overspan
It’s a bamboo leaf
Students – sports players
-And stage performers
From InterCapSU
Just said, “Bye, bye you”
Towards Home Sweet Home
September last day
While bus on delay
Road’s bit so rocky
Blurred air was dusty
Sun has just set
On bus “Marienelle”
Beside window sill
On Sigma somewhere?
A Highschool near there
Dumarao coming
Processed Salingsing
Papers to Ma’am Bing
Bought books, inks, CDs
Went to Ma’am Gomez
Somehow busy day.
-09/30 to 10/01/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
60.
My 9th Leaf
Got thee from small vase
Old décor replace
Host plant of 1st Leaf
Thrown away no grief
Diff’rent “fortune” plant
Planted by father
Installed there after
I was there when placed
A little so fazed
First leaf’s host no more
Third day October
Sunset was nearer
While feeling not well
I’m under cold spell
Drinking I fruit juice
Just inside our house
Living room, oh browse
On vase first leaf was
‘Lil water still has
Buddhas adjacent
Simple day only
Not planned – truthfully
Just went to Passi
Withdrew some money
Wilted 1st Leaf host.
-10/03/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
61.
My 10th Leaf
Culled thee from a bunch
Of decors for lunch
Pinned on half plant trunk
With flowers in rank
Another fortune!
Students & teachers
Servants & masters
Cong. Man Haresco
Gov. V. A. Tanco
CapSU guests, members
October Fifteen
29th Foundin’
Dumarao’s CapSU
And Gov’s Birthday too
Luncheon at noon
On Tanco Resort
No food was short
Ten long tables
Skirtings on ripples
Drinks here & there too
It is memorial
I hope not final
Almost one year here
First shake hands gov. dear
Onwards Thirtieth!
-10/15/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
62.
Ode to the Flower of October 2011
Got thee on Foundation Day
Twenty-nine years our school stay
Worth to remember indeed
It must be something to heed
One year past, I was there last
But joined event not yet must
Because on that time before
I was not yet a member
But this time can’t imagine
This occasion I’m now in
Last year I was also there
CapSU-Dumarao dreamer
On that time just applying
Too Gaisano opening
Oh this flower’s memorial
My bio’s historical
First shake hand with Gov. Tanco
Saw Congressman Haresco
Got thee just after my lunch
At Tanco Resort – from bunch.
-10/15/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
63.
My 11th Leaf
Rended thee from herb
Released from thy curb
Curative floral
Sure medicinal
-Kalamantigue!
Our neighbor nearest
Uncle for me best
Tatay’s next brother
To me godfather
Nice Dudoy Etic
This night near nine, ten
This day – eleven
This month – eleven
Brown-out, full moon bright
Dudoy etic’s fence
Outside adjacence
Rare luminescence
Utter silence
Almost front gate’s door
Enroll I finish
M-A-T English
Salingsing polish
Begin fitness wish
Saw Iglot first last!
-11/11/11
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
64.
My 12th Leaf
Picked thee from a vine
Name unknown to mine
Hanging on the air
To passersby bare
What plant are you? Tell!
Men on middle age
Girls looking teenage
Those men were standing
The girls were walking
Strangers on the road
Nineteenth November
From class just after
Fine day – sun was high
Filamer bye bye
Was about to climb
Overpass school zone
Traversed all alone
Trellis – on school side
Opposite – trike ride
And novelty store
Sat class first time me
English M-A-T
Night – Aunte Mily
Came from U-A-E
Twelfth leaf memory.
-11/19/11
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas collection
65.
My Prayer Against the 7 deadly Sins
Lord, abet me put aside
The vain and frivolous pride
I nurture within me inside
Lord, do not allowto seed
Vicious barnaclesof greed
Eventhough I am inneed
Lord, erase the vanity
Revealed by mask of envy
Scarving me to atrophy
Lord, shield mefrom glaring gust
Of humid, temperatelust
For it taints mysoul with rust
Lord, allow not to gather
In my heart and mind anger
Make it lag, take it faster
Lord, let me notbe clumsy
Due to friskygluttony
Horror of obesity
Lord, shun me from insolence
Brought by putrid indolence
Rip this slough of negligence.
-11/20/11
(Dumarao)
*reflective mood
66.
Pag-asa ng Tanga
Inulo ang bato
Nabasag ang bungo
Lumukso sa laot
Pating humablot
Sa bangin tumalon
Kalansay umambon
Naglaro sa apoy
Napaso, tumaghoy
Humawak sa kidlat
Nalitson ang balat
‘Yan ang napapala
Ng tulad kong tanga
Dulot ng tadhana
O tangi mang likha
Maibalik pa kaya
Katawang luray na?
Diyos lang ang pag-asa
Ng tangang buhay pa.
-11/24/2011
(Dumarao)
*sentimental
67.
Muni-Muni ng Guni-Guni
Wala nang piglas sa bakal na gapos
Gigil na pangil ‘di pigil pagyapos
Poot ay lubusan kong natatalos
Kahit patuloy paring minumulto
Ng anino ng pumariwarang pagkatao
Huwag pong ikukubli mahabaging puso
Kahit ako’y salat na sa lakas
Dahil sa mga sugat ng nakalipas
Huwag po tutulutan na tuluyang malagas
Ako’y nakikinig sa pagbasa ng sentensya
Mga tenga’y bukas, piniringan man mga mata
Dustain man sa yamot, sa awa mo’y tiwala
Talim ng ‘yong dila sa puso tusok
Mga aral nito’y pinapapasok
Sa bulwagan ng diwang ‘di pa bulok.
-11/26/11
(Dumarao)
*sentimental mood
68.
Ode to God the Father
Almighty God creator
Only You whom we adore
Other gods – there is no more!
When everything was nothing
Already there existing
Beginning of beginning
And when everything was born
Then nothingness Thee adorn
Thy sake was never forlorn
As civilizations thrive
New generations arrive
Alongwith them, Thee survive
While everything continues
Thy omni-presence subdues
All existence it imbues
Thy prowess shall still extend
All faults and flaws, still Ye mend
Until Thy creations end!
-11/27/11
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
69.
Ode to God the Son
Almighty God our Savior
You deserve our great honor
Your mercy is Thy splendor!
Human form of God up there
Teacher, doctor, messenger
Manifest – divine power
Like us He eats, walks and sleeps
Laughs, gets angry, even weeps
Feet get hurt while tending sheeps
Being listened to and mocked
Believed, received, deceived, knocked
Driven – delayed, hastened – cocked
Subjected to mortal loss
Whose bones, flesh and blood compose
Sweat, tears, pain and timed repose
While Satan here still survives
With us to whom he connives
We’ll wait ‘til Jesus arrives!
-11/27/11
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
70.
Ode to God the Holy Spirit
Almighty God our Watcher
We bow to you forever
You’re alone our prime master!
Thy breath is source of our life
Thy light spurs our sacred strife
Thy grace eternally rife
Thy wings spread althroughout
The universe which Thee clout
Against prying evil’s snout
Thy eyes constantly watchful
On everything deem sinful
For Thy righteousness must rule
Thy words are like swords of fire
Striking pain on wrong desire
Useful virtue we acquire
God’s manifest of control
Fill with goodness every soul
Steer us, You faithful people!
-11/27/11
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
71.
Three Charms of Lus-Vi-Minda against spain
She’s Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…
Behold! Jose Rizal!
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniardswith paper and pen
Luzon’s charm –noblest of our men!
Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defenderof Cebu
Firstterror of invaders
FamedMagellan’s death renders
RammedSpaniards with native bolo
Visayas’charm – quaintest hero!
Behold! Purmassuri!
AwesomeMuslim lady
Wiseheroine of Sulu
Foreignerscannot subdue
DisturbedSpaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao’scharm – enemies thrown!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
72.
West is Blue, East is red, Philippines is Yellow
Go out when the sun sets
Watch birds return to nests
When fishermen end quests
And farmer leave harvests
The time everyone rests
So now face to the West
See and feel where it’s best
Comfort is its behest
Blue – wall stars of U.S.
Blue – sea and sky conquest!
Go out when the sun rises
Witness birds begin quests
When fishermen cast nets
And farmers ready chests
The hour of work begets
So now turn to the East
Human faith melts mist
Red – motif of China
Red – worker’s insignia!
Go out when the sun’s highest
When shadows are shortest
Temperature’s hottest
Celestial light’s brightest
Festive moment its best
Yellow – Philippine Sun
Yellow – EDSA One!
Philippines – now behold
People – not blue and cold
Culture – not red and bold
Our nation’s not that old
New age ‘bout to unfold
Glaring yellow – sheer gold!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
73.
The Path of Our Nation
Hey foreigner!
Search the world map
Find shapes, don’t nap
Dog’s sitting there!
West – pacific
Orient facing
Seems West guarding
Though Asiatic
Blacks – first people
Browns – main settlers
Whites – once rulers
Peopling simple
Asia’s old friend
China, India
And Arabia
Heel Islamized
Yet, Spaniards came
And made it tame
Rest Christianized
America’s
First Asian pet
New rule beget
Foreigner’s pass
When the dog’s free
From charms of boss
Suffered weight loss
Makes self hungry
But, its puppies
Away from thee
Fills their tummy
Return booties
When stocks will store
Wisely by host
Future’s not lost
New thing’s explore
Filipino –
The “World’s Servant”
Role’s important
Yellow halo!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
74.
Plants and Animals of Earth
Earth is evergreen
With plants surrounding
Often medicine
To flesh corrupting
Earth is always sound
With faunas roaming
Free, settled, bound
Eco, they’re balancing
Plants and animals
Without them, we’re none
They’re here before us
They must not be gone.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
75.
Three Elements of Life
Earth – this solid mass
Eversince holds us
We’ll never escape
From its tightened rape.
Water – this solvent
Makes life sufficient
Cleans and occupies
Dwindles, fall and rise.
Air – this loosened gas
Fills empty areas
Allows respiration
Triggers production.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
76.
I Want to be One with Nature
I want to be in paradise on earth
Free from all disgusting man-made dirt.
Roll on grasses
With no itches
Soak in water
‘Til I’m cleaner
Breathe the fresh air
Shun all despair!
Make me one with God’s prior creations
Filtering all worldly pollutions.
Sleep with the beasts
Feel them at least
Swim with fishes
Cleanse blemishes
Fly with the birds
Clouds we traverse!
Because I want to be one with nature
Making slower my mortal rupture.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
77.
My Memories of Las Piñas
Las Piñas – memories sweet
Soul was innocent and neat
I miss the friends of childhood
The closeness of neighborhood
It’s where I learned A, B, C
Twinkle Star and One-Two-Three
I miss the townhouse playground
My afternoon hang around
With Jay, Fritz, Toto, Lenlen
Yobi, Cyrene… more than ten
It’s nice when night was brown-out
My friends and I would play out
After church mass family
SM Southmall was hobby
When Holy Week was around
Night film showing on playground
Also on time of summer
Neighbors resort together
When it’s Christmas eve and night
Flood the gifts from left and right
Best in every New Year’s eve
Night’s merriest street party
Oh Casimiro Townhomes
I should have never left you!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
78.
My Life in Dumarao
Dumarao – teen and adult abode
Where memories are both good and bad
My gratefulness when I received from thee
School honor garnered unexpectedly
But in exchange I got few friends only
Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely
Our improved house resembling a prison
My routine changed, I was in derision
The field not ours was developed further
Without buying it from the land owner
Father’s money were quickly exhausted
Everynight’s like party – glasses toasted
Foods that we should eat – to animals fed
Chicken, pigs, pigeons, goats… later were dead
So there emerged our sari-sari store
Which I needed also to take care for
Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot
To redeem my lost school honor I plot
Yet, all in vain; worse, my batch had fallen
In school competitions where we should win
After all, tragic OLSI memory
Taught me never again to be bossy
And when I was already in UP
My vow in life was full humility
On class days, I learned a lot in Miag-ao
On weekends, I went back to Dumarao
Where life was still and moving in slow pace
So when I thought I was behind the race
Worked even before I marched in college
On government office even low wage
Not disappointed, but discontented
To Metro Manila I bravely fled
Tutor in Korean Academy
Not fired, not reigned, left job abruptly
At those times of blatant stupidity
To home once again with my family
Maybe fate wants me to be here
Dumarao’s love for me may be sincere
And I think I’m also loving thee now
If our love fails again, there’s broken vow
Now, your weakness I slowly understand
My test of faith I patiently withstand.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
79.
What I Missed from School
If I’ve been not in school
Surely I missed a lot
Not only the brain tool
I’ll point to the people
Whose influence could make
Life more valuable
Were they my teachers?
And/or my classmates
Or other superiors?
They could be among them
Those whose passion, talents
Skills, like – with me the same
They were also the ones
Whose dreams and ambitions
Could be also my wants
Was afraid to reveal
What are truest in me
Harder still to conceal.
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
80.
My Father
My Father, like the usual others
Wants to show he is a hardworker
I know his rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags tragedy
When I began to be world conscious
His presence I consider precious
When still a child I never sleep
When he’s not yet home from work and trip
I even used to take a night bath
To welcome him back
And I’ll smell good when he kisses me
Shaved bear, mustache – my cheek makes itchy
Yet, I was always excited ‘coz
There’s always a pasalubong dose
Gatorade, Chokolait, other drinks
Canned Bear Brand – we chill and drink contest
After Sunday Mass in Five Wounds Church
He would buy me goto and Yakult
I missed too his “pinapaitan”
While in Las Piñas was the last one
When Angel and SM Southmall born
Jollibee was Sunday hour sojourn
What I only hate during weekends
I was tasked to pick his white hair strands
Once he told me tales of Dumarao
And when we’re already here now…
I felt a little bit of jealous
To my cousins whom he seemed so close
Worse, I was annoyed of his hobbies
Which for me, costly, can cause disease
He’s not a drunkard before, I know
Here, he was not always at our home
I discovered his bad attitude
Loud-spoken, extravagant and proud
He would always brag about “takas”
Which I appreciate, but not that much
It was lately when I realized
That once his trait I characterized
I succeed not to follow his flaws
Thanks God who understands I forgo
Whatever bad things I have in me
Have done to others and/or to Thee
It’s not my Father’s fault anymore
So God please save him from dishonor
For I still love Tatay with all my heart!
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
81.
My Mother
My Mother, maybe like the others
Is conscious in family matters
I know her rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags tragedy
When I began to be world conscious
Her presence I was sometimes anxious
For she used to be irritable
Making my simple flaws terrible
Occasionally, she shouts at me
Eventhough I am not far from thee
Yet, my mother’s ever generous
She’s the one who used to buy me toys
Like Tatay, she’ll not make me hungry
That’s my parent’s greatest legacy
Besides that, to her I attribute
My college institute
She worked for almost twenty-four hours
Burned too much her delicate eyebrows
I regret I still can’t compensate
Everything she had done for me great
If given chance to reincarnate
I want for myself to be a straight
So that I’ll not be again her guilt!
11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First incubus collection
82.
My Sibling
When she was born, they think I’m jealous
I used to pinch her skin like pillows
Maybe I am really abnormal
Her screwed up face sometimes makes me smile
Since a baby until she’s teenage
I fill her days with frivolous rage
I hope her misery would end soon
I think to her I am not a boon
In deep reality I feel sad
Everytime when Angel’s not around
Although I cursed her million times
I never regret her birth sublime
She’s God’s blessing whom I should cherish!
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
83.
Myself
What makes me happy
Is in the end to see
Everyone happy about me
What makes me angry
Is still unclear to me
I need more self-scrutiny
What makes me sad
To quench somehow also hard
Of course – things that are bad
This is simply me…
-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus collection
84.
The Sort of Pet I am to Thee
Consider that I’m not a pest
As I am subject to thy behest
Perhaps I’m a rooster
Who wakes up earlier
To tell my master
I’m ahead him/her
Perhaps I’m a cat
Who incurs my wrath
On every destructive rat
In my keeper’s hut
Perhaps I’m a canine
Who barks even past nine
When someone crosses the line
I can even break a spine
Perhaps I’m a pig
Who just lay fat and big
Can’t even do a graceful jig
Only comfort it wants to dig
Perhaps I’m a crabao
Friend of iron plow
Machine for more than just an hour
Works with even humble bow
If I’m all or none above
I hope to me you have some love.
-11/29/2011
(Dumarao)
*confused about career disposition
85.
Utang Sa’yo
Utang sa’yo
Ang aking palad na ito
Sa kabila ng kapalaluhan
Hindi pinabayaan
Mga taong mabubuti
Sa’kin ipinalamuti
Mapagbigay na mga amo
Sa’kin iginawad mo
Matatakbuhang kapitbahay
Sa’kin inialay
Masunuring mga alaga
Sa’kin ipinaubaya
Mapagpatawad at tuwid na pinuno
Sa ami’y biyaya mo
Panginoo, lahat ng palad na maganda
Ikaw ang may likha.
-11/29/2011
(Dumarao)
*self-consoling mood & consolation to others
86.
He’s the One
He’s the One
Whose genuine kindness I ignored
And even enmity I labored
Publicly I abhorred
He’s the One
Whose victory I tried to bar
When from his people I’ve departed afar
On his opponent’s nest – my childhood mirth – I gave him scar
He’s the One
Whose people would have led me
To the true path of victory
If ever I wasn’t poisoned by own false fantasy
He’s the One
Whose light revealed my darkness
On times of my great doubt and distress
Despite that, his people treated me with kindness
He’s the One
Whose followers’ door opened
When to them I was tossed once again
Although for once they’ve been threatened
He’s the One
Whose true benevolence
Slowly washes my discontent and impatience
As my hostile drive was laid into abstinence
He’s the One
Whose kindness I’m still confused
Because my guilty heart tells I’m accused
Since his generosity once I abused
He’s the One
Whose people tend me again
Who might be devising plots to cause me pain
For their master I once put in disdain
He’s the One
Whose nation may be hating me
Because I once rebelled against thee
Now I’m back, they doubt my sincerity
He’s the One
Who to our mass media is ever a hero
That’s common sense for I cannot find him a flaw
And also his lineage tells us so
He’s the one
Who can end my existence
For still I’m suspected with malevolence
What great karma brought by my negligence! ?
After all, he’s still the One
Whom I believe will be my authentic hero
If he and his people can endure me for more years to go
Since now I consider myself a fan of Pres. Noynoy Aquino…
The One whose straight path we shall not forgo!
-11/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems collection for realization & consolation to others
87.
Wrong Turn
On the time when I left the straight path
Unfathomed anxiety teemed my heart
Ever doubted the resolve of my brain
If it would delight or harness some pain
The only sure thing was that
I only earned other’s wrath
When from discontent
Formed I blemished intent
I became a speck
On the eyes of the meek
Abnormal fantasy
Drained all sanity
Filled with derision
To a righteous person
Worshipped childhood idol
Whom I thought would heed my call
Thought I’d found a savior
Who would do me a favor
Upon turning away
From his opponent’s way
Onwards orange avenue
Belching fumes towards yellow hue
Traffic disturbed
Many eyes to me turned
On wrong turn entrapped
By stupid mishap
Was towed from the highway
After causing disarray
In proper seclusion
The transgressor was thrown
Behind the shadows anguishing
No orange attending
In the end it was yellow
Who ransomed ex-fellow.
-11/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems collection for realization & consolation
88.
Twilight (Sunrise) of our Golden Age
Now is the time
Our moment sublime!
For so long our heroes and villains alike
Push our pride on the hike
Our insignia of light between red and blue
Feel what our banner wants to construe
Conceived on this day of red gallantry
A march to Blue serenity
East that’s Red, West that’s Blue
Philippines that’s Yellow is friend to both of you!
On EDSA, you have seen our peaceful revolution
Worthy for worldwide emulation
The champions of democracy
Whose son now seated to continue the journey
Has made clear the path
Against those who are corrupt
And so the weighing scale of justice
Shall have nothing amiss
-11/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*to be continued on December
89.
The Time when I Have No More Time to Rhyme
By this time it came the second time
The angel of death while I’m asleep
At first it was in the form of shadow
And my eyes are open – ajar
My arms I can feel numb
Seems its spirit is leaving
Seems something’s boiling in my skull
My heart beats abnormal
But I still woke up
When my mouth wailed twice
And my sister woke me
I said thanks to thee…
-12/07/2011
(Dumarao)
*Second Incubus collection – began at 11: 35 PM on our clock
90.
The Candle is About to Be Gone
And I went down the stairs
Just like I wake up in the morning
Urinated and gargled
I even put Colgate
Then I turned on my table light
But I think its fuse burned out
So I lit the blue candle
On the small figurine flower
The candle I’ve bought last Nov.1
In Dumarao cemetery – it’s a blue one
Now it’s about to go
I don’t think it can reach my remaining poems
And oh its string collapsed
Burning the plastic/fiber glass petal
So I just blew it out
It didn’t reach this last line.
-12/07/11
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
91.
I Can Still Write
Thanks for the dim light
Above the table for dining
It can still reach
The table for studying
I just turned to an angle
This notebook of my last? Poems
Thanks for this few hope
I just hope there’s no long brown-out
Thanks also to this “Angry Birds” pen
I hope it’ll not go out of ink.
-12/07/11
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
92.
While I am Here
While I am here on earth
I think I wasn’t able
To do what is best
For me, for others & for my family
I wasn’t able to express well
Nor to ingle well with others
That’s my greatest failure
I earned friends & loving people, but lost them
That is because I am selfish and aloof
Don’t be like me if you want to be happy
With my family I always have the time
But it’s empty shell for I am stupid and numb
I wasn’t able to value the good people around me
But I always want someday I’ll be with them somehow
Yet, I just hope and dream
I can never say, do & show it which I must.
-12/07/11
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
93.
When I am Gone
I think if I am gone
No one, except my family
And few neighbors around me
Whom I never interacted & spend time well
Will be the only attendants
Of my funeral
I am lucky and blessed
If there would be twenty
Who am I to expect more than that
I even didn’t expect a lot while I’m still alive
What a lonely death
What a lonely soul
I deserve it
Because I chose this destiny.
-12/07/11
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
94.
Thin Line
I cannot count the many times
When I met the thin line
Between life and death
Whenever I’m asleep
Unthinkable pain in the head
Unfeelable beat of the heart
Numbness in my arms and torso
Shortness of breath
As proven by experience
And coincided by incidence
Howling makes me call the attention
Of someone around
And waking me up
Really makes me a deal.
-12/08/11
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
95.
Born Catholic, Will Die Catholic
Baptized in Sal Ildefonso, Makati
First Communion in Five Wounds, Las Piñas
Confirmed in Our Lady of snows, Dumarao
Almost all barangays, towns & cities
In this Oriental country
Have patron saints
Who we sometimes pray to and give thanks
Others seem worshipping them too
I hope Father God is not jealous
Maybe He is… because there are Protestants
Anyway, whatever it can be
I think other religions won’t accept me
I sometimes delight singing songs
Of Muslims, Buddhists & Hindus
But on my final day
My soul will hear the songs of Catholic Church.
-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
96.
To My Father
It’s awkward to write in English
So I will mix Hiligaynon
Amo lang ja, Tay, ang gusto ko ihambal
Ikaw akon japun mahal
Bisan ano pa imo ugali
Kg sa akon ini suli
Ikaw japun akon Tatay
Indi ikaw mabaylohan sg bisan sin-o
Bisan may mga ginhimo kg ginhambal ka
Gusto ko man ukon indi
Nakaapekto man ini sa akon ugali
Ukon sa akon man kabuhi
Ang akon kaakig, sunggod kg mulay
Wala tanan nagadugay
Pero ang akon pagpalangga sa imo
Akon dal-on asta sa kamatayon.
12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
97.
To My Mother
I’ll be using three tongues here
Hili-Tag-Lish
Ang aking Nanay
Walang kapantay
Kasama palagi sa bahay
At tuwing nalulumbay
Bisan malayo ka
Batyag ko perme imo pag-alaga
Ikaw ang nanay nga wala nagapangayo
Sg baylo nga igahatag sa imo
Kaya sa aking puso wala kang kapalit
Kahit ikaw ay palagi pang nagagalit
Bisan ako indi permi masinulondon
Sa akon kasing-kasing, ikaw ang halangdon
Bisan indi ko ipakita, sabihin at ipadama
Hanggang kamatayan, mahal kang sinta.
-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*2nd incubus collection
98.
Ode to My Parents
Come, tell me
How better your parents can be
I do not say I’ve got
The perfect ones and you’re not
It’s just that I want to boast
The people who are to me host
They are my Nanay & Tatay
Who will never allow me to die
It’s only for them I offer my years
I spent for nothing maybe, but full of cheers
I may not look cheerful
But my heart with hope is full
They didn’t want to make me hungry
And want to give the best they can be
Whatever bad things or words they get from me
However good to others I may seem to be
It’s only my parents who have my best love.
-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
99.
To Makati
When I was with thee
My eyes can’t yet see thee well
Or my memory cannot
Remember well what I saw
When I left thee
I’ve got not much memory
When I was 21 or 22 and 23
I once again saw thee
And now! What a great city
They say and I saw you’ve got
The tallest buildings in the country
What magnificence you denied me
I don’t know if I can still be back
Oh, my birthplace…
I’ve got nothing from you…
Only a birth certificate.
-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
100.
To Las Piñas
Home of my Sweetest Dreams
My Childhood Hometown
It’s from thee where I learned
My first ABC and 1,2,3
Fresh and innocent in Carmencita
Wild and mild in SFACS
Best dwelling in Blk.6, Lot 1
Best Christmas and New Years
Songs & sights of Five Wounds
Still reverberating when I’m lonely
Memories with Len2x, Toto, Jason, Cyrene, Yobi
And other friends are good to remember
It sometimes make me feel that I’m younger
My spirit and body still wants to be there
But once I fought a harsh and dirty battle
In the belief of winning thee again
But I think I lost you forever!
-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*2nd Incubus collection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem