Archive for the ‘Dreams and Experiences’ Category

rolling hills, unending plains
curves and bends that never end
No deers or moose on the terrains
rubber to burn and miles to spend

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swaying, moving, a dancer’s swoon
floating, suspended, air born grace
a vision and a dream to chase
caressed by shadows lightly strewn

broken fragments, sheer reflections
of mind and time, a waste to wait
aging skin, foil to wisdom’s fate
such beauty in recollections

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You and I are the same
in the mirror of life’s game
Our smiles and frowns reflect
the joys and pains we have met

The lines in my face show
weathered fate you also know
Tears from our eyes are shed
for God’s mercy, daily we are fed

You and I are the same
Our battles, too many to name
We live our lives, day to day
touching others along the way

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We are blessed, for our God is a God of truth, love, mercy, grace and life. May we share this blessing with others. And may we live our lives always mindful of blessing others in praise, honor and glory of our Lord God.

Yesterday, I was sad
and feeling quite blue;
for on angels’ wings
my own little one flew.

I tried to hold on,
not wanting to let go;
and as His call sounded,
I cried out: “ Please, no!”

In quiet stillness
I struggled with grief.
Until something in me said:
“Go, turn a new leaf.”

My little one’s voice
I can almost now hear,
in soft whisper saying:
“There is nothing to fear.”

For now he plays
by the heavenly throne;
Free and at peace,
with no time to mourn.

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“Get me dressed, oh please mother.”
Beseeched my three-year-old daughter
“I want to look pretty and nice;
with my hair braided, maybe thrice?”

Her hair, dark brown, not black
to her waist almost, down her back.
The thought came as I worked fast,
and got her into her dress, at last.

She then, stood away and twirled
seeing herself in the mirror, frilled.
She grins at me, as I turn to say
“Now what can those toes fit in today?”

Of course, she would have an answer,
to ask, I should have known better.
For after all it is true, plain as day:
She’s my daughter, in every which way!

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As I sit in comfort
stretched upon my chair
a cold drink in my hand
being pampered by cool air

a forgotten memory
of long ago, it does seem
came to my mind again
a reminder, not a dream

not quite a woman then
nor still a child, was I
in a humble abode to live
all six of us did try

a roof that leaked in rain
constant water dripping
an outhouse for a commode
a nearby beach to go bathing

it had two rooms to spare
that house of color green
a living, dining combination
and one room to sleep six in

I slept beside my sister
a fibrous pillow for my head
mosquito net tucked under a mat
on top of a plywood board bed

sometimes there was food,
to partake, was such a feast
hunger then, was best quenched
by sleep and water, at least

oh, how easily I have forgotten
all these comfort I used to lack
to be thankful now for all I have
as I’ve been given, to give back

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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.