Best Manila Poems

This sunset of peach crowns the bay, aglow
While Manila lies in tropical bliss 
This region bustling with tunes as nights flow  
Along street cafes  where friends reminisce.

The jam of guitars floods a moonlit trail
Dizzy where tangy hyacinths delight…
Folks  prancing on rhumba beats...

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Walking on the street,
stretching out both my arms
to catch the breeze
looking silly, 
but I don't mind...
'silly' could very well be my middle name...

Closing my eyes as the 
sun was dipping goodbye
just for a quick bit though,
(I reckon I'm not that silly), 
since I wasn't walking...

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Oh Manila, I lost my heart in thee
On a summer's eve of sunset red
I saw her under the coconut tree
My Violy, and wanted her to wed.

In Manila we stirred the ballroom dust
As we danced the loneliness away
Then gave into our mutual lust
As both of our...

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Through the centuries, you have shed light on our lives,
with simplicity and humility you've shown.
An encouragement to all, a testimony of faith,
linked to the shared vision of the church of cultures.

Hat is off to you St Lorenzo Ruiz;
with your strong faith in God,
with demonstrated love...

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My great, great, Uncle who fought in the
 Spanish-American War, although this was 
long before my time I was proud, my hero…

As told to me, he was in the Battle
 of Manila, he lost his life on March 30, 1899
 in this Battle…

Sending all the...

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A Rondel

Three ladies sort the cherries red
in the strong light of high noon.
Stones need a knife before a spoon...
That's what Manila tongues have said,
or it could be that's what I've read
since I've been here, i.e. last June...
Three ladies sort the cherries red
in the strong light...

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Oh Manila, pearl of the Orient seas
A city of contrasts, with so much to please
From the old-world charm of Intramuros
To the vibrant energy of Bonifacio Global City, that never slows

Your streets, always buzzing with life
A melting pot of cultures, that thrives
From the jeepneys that roam...

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Well, here we are in the Araneta Coliseum
In Cubao, Quezon City in the Philippines
To witness two modern boxing Gladiators
Their prowess, stature, about to be seen

This will be the third between the WBC, WBA
Stepping into the ring, Joe Frazier and Muhammad Ali
To be Heavyweight Champion their...

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Tribute to Travel to Manila Philippines and Make This Poor Old Lady Happy...Documentary 




Old wood in Manila ,Philippines 
In a narrow alleyway
Old roof collapse 
Converted into a wall
No doors
But window panels
An old, wooden ladder 
For stairs 
Grandma has fallen many a times
Climbing up to the...

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Manila folder,
Growing older,
Lying on table,
Watching other files,
Grow bolder,
It was earlier looked upon,
Now ignored,
As if it was dead,
After a bloody gore,
They had submerged in its custody,
A lot many papers and notes,
Carrying dates and events,
About people and of people,
Some body took a decision,
And others left them for...

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It all tastes like
Brown manila
Rusty tools

Fading, planes escape into
Lily pad clouds
Shrinking yellow rays stroll
Across dusty floors
Arthritic Autumn smoke
Sweet in
Forgotten drawers opened
Far away
Put away in
Brown manila envelopes...

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We carefully step on summer's sidewalks

and hear stories of your winters...

as spring is to stay forever

all year we look at green leaves....

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Oh the milkshakes in Manila are a wonderful treat
A pretty Filipina is a party complete
The strawberry, blackberry, and blueberry cream
Are second to vanilla in a dewberry dream

Now the seashore in Manila is a beautiful place
The lingering vanilla is a dab on your face
You order second...

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The orange sunset
Now sets in Manila Bay
I see it full view....

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The sun down and rest
Before my eyes, while sitting
On the bench, watching
This big yellow-orb;
Shines upon Manila cove.

Foliage behind us,
Swinging with the gentle breeze;
Even Glenda’s hair,
Who sits, beside me, beneath
The trees and among lovers....

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