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The Black Teacher

Even if it rains
in white 
snow,
I will shelter 
my head 
under a black 
umbrella.

For the white 
storm
that 
splattered the 
bones of 
Nehanda and 
Kaguvi,
i will always 
dangle a black 
pendent.

For the white 
oriented 
hatred
that 
narrowed the 
life of Martin 
Luther Jnr,
I will smear 
this black 
powder on 
my skin
to dwell in 
rememberence

Even if it 
pours in red 
blood,
I will with 
me carry a 
black 
umbrella.
For the black 
dye that was 
used
to die the grey hair of our 
ageing 
fathers for 
sale in foreign 
lands,
I will not 
trade this 
umbrella for a 
penny.

For all the 
fallen heroes
whose names 
were never 
written on 
black 
tombstones,
I will always 
wear a black 
beret in my 
heart.

Call me black,
nothing is at 
stake.
I take all the 
bullets
if the sound 
of the gun 
keeps the 
world awake.
Do not shed a 
tear....
...the poem 
just did-
Read-the-
poem-ALOUD
If you are 
proud to be 
black. 


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Owl's Requiem

The rising sun has set.
Night has fallen.
The plow rests,
tillage and toil finished.
The corn ear withers,
but seeds are saved.
The scrolls are opened
event recorded;
the news spread:
"The sun has set,
the old Owl has flown
into the Heavens."

Yet, the sun will rise
and peek over the horizon,
the tractor will roar,
a new crop will sprout,
Green hands will turn brown
the flag will wave,
financial accounts recorded,
hospitality offered,
and the light of brotherhood shared.

Your torch has lit fires
that flicker and flame;
The fledgling will grow
and, hopefully, become wise;
New eras and life-chapters
will begin, 
continuing the credo
as a Legacy to you:
"Learning to Do, 
Doing to Learn,
Earning to Live, 
Living to Serve."*


*National FFA Organization Motto


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An elegy for a piano teacher

She’s rolled up with patience
dedication and faith in the Lord;
her strictness punctuated a shared vision
that focused on learning acquisition.

  Her punctuality, precision, and determination
  to teach her pupils with discipline and right focusing;
  as a rule of thumb she always obeyed
  made the essence of what music means to all.

Rain or shine she’s there in her cubicle
waiting for her pupils scheduled to take their lessons;
those Hanon exercises, arpeggios, and other finger articulations
would lead off in concentration or warm-up in every lesson.

  Perhaps she’s a scarecrow to some who hadn’t known her;
  but she’d a listening heart described as a story line;
  with depth and assurance that no one is denied,
  along with other slow learners who coped with perseverance.

Truly, her endless word to slow down in every measure,
her technique that entailed so much discipline and correction
through memory lane I still remember a constant repetition;
her affinity for perfection that requires discipline and proportion.

  She’s a teacher keenly aware of her pupils’ emotions,
  her generosity explained either in time or learning a score;
  as a sign and meaning to pedagogical association
  with thriving efforts to play the music with technique and precision.

She’s held in the affectionate memory of her pupils,
their collective thoughts about her fittingly honored her
a woman like her with a horizon of meaning to everyone
a true Filipino educator with a glowing torch in her soul
and her music sustained my vocation to go on.

  Its magical link to depth and soul of human expression,
  its beauty and inspiration that kept me to deepen my own calling;
  to make piano sing in the balance of emotion, technique and celebration
  a way to experience Him with wonders and beauty – limitless world.

Maraming salamat , Maestra Marina M Diokno!
I really missed you; I really treasured whatever you taught me;
your strong affinity for virtuousity, allegato and sostenuto,
indeed, a memory lane suffused with gratitude and threads of appreciation.