When it's not possible to go abroad
It's not bad to get acquainted local scenes
With the Philippines country's surroundings
I have long wanted to see Cebu's whale sharks
I want to visit Palawan's Underground River
Witness the Baguio's cliff-hanging cemetery
Astonishing Bukidnon nature like Switzerland
Feel the nerve-wracking landing seaport of Ibatan
Experience the windy part of Northern Ilocos
Enjoy surfing the giant waves of Siargao
Adventure trek to Suhoton Cave of Surigao City
Of course, swim in the pink sand beach of Zambonga City.
Teaching is a noble profession
But, given less regard on golden opportunities
I saw their plight of sacrifices
One example, teacher in remote places
Where servicing education to less fortunate ones
I saw teachers start hiking on a Sunday morning
And arrive at the place at evening
They have to go to the ordeal of cliff hanging bridge
Flowing river and rocky rough road and too many stops in between
They are stay-in teacher for the whole week or even more
Only few teacher survive the ordeal
Many quit and gone abroad for greener pasture
Some change places and practice in private school
Those who survive the ordeal remain skeptical
But because they love their profession and the children
They remain true and love their profession by heart
I wonder what the government can do to alleviate the situation
I wonder where our taxes go, where the resources went
I wait God to intervene my government and raise good leaders
To address many social issues that concern people and its progress.
Lost the path.
descending through a swirling fog.
Cliff hanging, rock hugging.
To fall now
would add six seconds of time
down to the end of it all,
but not to fall
only to grip and stay
on the edge of a rhetorical question
that would really be a path lost.
I was tossed only once
Since then I never settled for anything
Round and round I have spun
Blurriness is all they see through me
Momentum never lost
Ambivalent about every direction
A cliff hanging life
Unpredictable
Dancing around on the game table
Never over the edge
Never heads
Never tails
Spinning
Know This My Lover
Darling, pray that our love does not fade
the flower of desire blooms in a deep blush
Amongst passions planted and firmly laid
in secret interludes and whispering hush
My sweetheart, sing again our heart's song
with that angel voice so Heavenly made
Laced with sweet purity , flowers so strong
rainbow colors with stems of the greenest jade
My lover, remember the secret places that we love
the deep wooded cabin , the cliff hanging above
Rejoice in the climb to such heavenly heights
the sweet moans that shattered the silent night
My woman, know your heart and love are returned
My princess, our passion forever will be burned
Robert J. Lindley , 07-20-2014
This just woke me up from sleep. Had to bang it down
before I forget any of it!!
Has been a couple years since this happened and that
write only my wife has read as it is too racy to opening
reveal!
This one is much tamer, which means I am either getting
older, lazier or more complacent!
None of the three inspires me but something sure inspired
this late night , wake the hell up write!!!!
At a cliff, hanging,
My grip starts going unwind,
Making me fall deep...
A bereaved forlorn abyss,
Comes pulling us to our death...
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