Archive for May, 2007

Old man Winter’s come to play
dressing up the yards snow white
draping icicles on trees
and hanging them on the eaves

clad in snowflakes and hail
and a hat of sleet and rain
he’s cooked up a chilly blast
just to warm up for the game

with his schematics laid out
right before our very eyes
he nods his plain approval
and proceeds to chill the air

he then awaits with a grin
cheeks rosy red in color
for Lady Spring to bounce back
and join the seasons in play

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Life could be a bowl of chili,
full of spices and surprises.
Meaty goodness, or may be not,
a hearty meal or somber crises.

More than what one expects
loaded with a certain taste:
a hint of bitter chocolate,
pungent garlic, tomato paste.

Cry with onions, diced galore
pepper green, no heat at all.
Simmering mix of rich texture,
a dish to please or to appall.

Life could be a bowl of chili.
The end-result, I must decide.
It is just what I make of it -
best or bitter, Jekyll or Hyde.

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Chili – A dish usually made with ground beef, garlic, onions, cilantro, cumin, oregano, sweet and/or hot peppers, tomatoes (paste, sauce and chopped up fresh ones), chili powder and in my own recipe–just a hint of bitter chocolate.

Blue waves gently crash, caressing
pearly white sands. Like a mirage,
friendly faces form a collage
a still backdrop worth addressing.

The striking of the gong, its sounds
imbedded in the heart, it grows
more brilliant than before. It flows
to tease and chase the mind it hounds.

Voices from the past all merging
into one cohesive loud chant
reminder of an ancient cant
dreams of Daba-daba, urging.

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*Daba-daba is an ancient Bagobo (a Philippine tribe) word meaning fire.
Fire was often used in rituals by the various tribes in these islands. It
is thought by quite a few local historians that the name Davao was
probably derived from the word Daba-daba. Early Jesuit priests writings
referred to the area of Davao as the region of flames. Daba-daba is also
thought to refer to the Sacred Brass of Datu Duli, a legendary Bagobo Chieftain.

dapples of light and reflections
rolling waves froth, touch sands of white
soft, as silk wings of freedom’s flight
soothing salve of recollections

timeless ripples, priceless jewels
collecting echoes, memories
past and present, endless stories
horde of blessings, abyss of fools

mirrored eyes of the sky and earth
dear friend of solitude and dreams
the beauty of the sea, it streams
in winds of truth and waves of mirth

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Fashion divas in leather and fur
their stiletto black high heels tapping.
Men in their armani suits and pants
with fancy cufflinks and ties to match.
The usual throng in hats and boots
their cowboy gait leisurely strolling.
Some in sneakers, designer ripped jeans
drenching the aisles with a mix of style.
Every day at around noon, the scene
becomes surreal and frankly frenzied.
The foodcourt is jam packed to the hilt
perfumes and food scent tantalizes.
Diamonds and gold, there they sparkle
dazzling eyes and emptying pockets
embellishing necks and wrists, chaining
fingers and ankles, dainty or not.
On sale or overpriced fluff in one,
haute couture over there. The classic
lines and avant-garde are also here
where the rich and the ordinary
almost touch, remain disconnected.
Galleria Dallas welcomes all,
and like kindred spirits, they pass through.
To shop perhaps, maybe fill the void
of a prosaic yet fast paced life.

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When there are today
no words left to say
When the ink has dried
and the pen has died
just be quiet.

When you are furious
and all seem serious
when things go crazy
and your vision is hazy
just be quiet.

When a friend is lost
and in sin is tossed
when your heart aches
with your mistakes
just be quiet…

Q-uestion your motives
U-nmask your many faces
I-nvoke the Lord’s help in prayer
E-ntrust your worries to God
T-rust in His love, mercy and grace

And, be QUIET.

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