Rodolfo Martin Vitangcol Poems

DECADES AGO, WHEN I WAS JUST A LAD,
I planted a mango tree in my yard.
Days after, how I wished with fruits it weighed,
Law of Nature dictates I had to wait.
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AS SALES TRAINER, I ONCE RECEIVED A CALL.
Caller asked:"Is this Mr. Vitangcol? "
I said:"Yes, speaking.How can I help you? "
Caller:"You conduct sales training, don't you? "
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WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE GIVING UP ON YOUR DREAMS
—having tried your best but just won't, it seems—
think that you're choosing the pain of losing
over the pleasure of persevering.
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WE OFTEN HEAR, "HOW DO YOU DEFINE LOVE? "
I have one—I've drawn it from up above.
"Love is a tree! "—oh so incomparably,
finding out what's love, it fits to a T.
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LET ME SHARE WITH YOU ONE LOVELY STORY
that I heard from someone at a party.
It recounts of two men moving afloat—
a scholar and a man who rows the boat.
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THIS STORY HAPPENED WHEN I WAS A LAD
about a stray cat there in our backyard.
Oft hanging out there, she's as if our cat;
in fairness, though, she's cute and kinda fat.
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ONE DAY WHILE I WAS DRIVING HOME FROM WORK,
I was not aware a downpour there lurked.
Nearing my home, it came like a madman;
in minutes, roads were all water, no land.
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ONCE I HAD A SEMINAR ENGAGEMENT—
it's an hour drive from my apartment.
I hit the road at six in the morning—
safe enough for an 8: 00 A.M. training.
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LET ME SHARE WITH YOU THIS AWESOME FABLE
about an eagle with a chicken soul,
due to which I gave it a name "Eagken"—
hybrid of an eagle and a chicken.
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DO DAILY EXERCISE THAT BRINGS OUT SWEAT;
for if not, you have not exercised yet.
See sweating as releasing off poison;
no sweating is poison preservation.
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