Getting late,
friends calling,
car starts,
“Guys, please wait.”
Let people know I'm coming
before I enter,
let my perfume introduce me,
the rich man with expensive fur.
In the dark, the golden cap I see,
three sprays on my body,
frozen world surrounding me.
The echoes in my mind—
“Oh, I love this scent.”
The harmony of voices fills my ears,
the blurred era vividly appears.
The specific bottle held memories.
I stopped using it.
I felt someone's with me.
My brain'd spin, nothing else I could see.
The moments lit like flames,
deceiving my head,
the movie of the past
plays on the screen of the heart.
Oh, the way I always wore that—
every meet, every event,
the same compliment I'd get.
“It’s for someone special,”
I'd flirt back.
The days when I had to see you,
when I'd hope our distance's be on a diet,
I would spray that special liquid,
the magical moments it signifies.
Lights on!
My friend's red.
He grabs my hand.
The revision of the past just had to end.
bareheaded and blithering
grievous to prove
my increasing feminization
with victorian meditation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
670.
The 5th Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
The 3 Congregations
At the time of the great convergence of regions into 1 strong nation
And the great coalescence of nations into 1 powerful region
A histrionic assembly of great religions takes place
A dramatic gathering never before in the history of human race
The Religions of Abraham
Judaism, Christianity, Islam
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of India
Those of Guru Nanak, Mahavira & Krishna
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of Caodaism
Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
This is the 5th Period of the Independent Era – The 3 Congregations
They come together with Baha'is & other 1 God religions
This is the Divine Coalition that fosters harmonious unity
God shows in the Philippines that He is the One God of humanity.
-05/31/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
652.
The 2nd Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The Barangay
The Malay people formed a settlement
Having a culture & own government
They had a ruler & social stratification
They possessed a literature & practiced a religion
These people lived on nature
They depended their living on agriculture
They adhered on peace & order
Governed by laws & a certain ruler
They were ruled by a gat, lakan, datu or rajah
Who came from the noble class or maharlika
There were also freemen or timawa & slaves or alipin
Living on their own or serving from within
These ancestors of ours were not illiterate
They had an alibata or baybayin to communicate
They were also not savages & godless
They believed in the afterlife, spirits and deities who punish & bless
This is the 2nd Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The Barangay
A village of families, heritage of the Malay
Proof of our orderly beginning & civilized origin
God was with the Philippines since our genesis herein.
-05/07/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
651.
The 1st Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The 3 Races
Thousands of years ago
Came the first peoples into the Philippine archipelago
They were the Negritos, the Indones & the Malays
They came by feet, by boats & by balangays
The first to come were the Negritos
They came into this land by toes
In times when there were still land bridges
These black-skinned people thrived here for ages
The second to come were the Indones
They came into these islands by boats with ledges
In times when land bridges already submerged
These fair-skinned people here emerged
The third to come were the Malays
They came into this archipelago by balangays
In times when Malaysia was ruled by a cruel sultan
These brown-skinned people to settle here had begun
This is the 1st Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The 3 Races
The Filipinos began as civilized people, not as savages
This is the dawn of Philippine civilization
God started the Philippines as a civilized nation.
-05/06/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
CBC TO ME
SATURDAY HNIC
IS NOW GONE SADLY
Somewhere between the silence
The excuses
The things left unsaid
And the things said without thought
I realised I was holding together
What was already falling apart
Giving grace where I felt hurt
Giving understanding where I received confusion
Giving chances where boundaries should have stood
But this is not a story of love turning to hate
It's a story of affection meeting its limit
Of a hand that wanted to hold on but forced to let go
Not because I wanted distance
But because closeness began to cost me too much of myself
Some endings are not decisions
But realisations
A moment when clarity outweighs hope
It was worn down by every moment
That made staying feel heavier than leaving
What we currently see from radical Islam
is inaccurately termed ‘anti-Semitism’
It actually is fanatical hatred of the Jews
as ancient as Abraham ~ it will inevitably lose
The world does not change loudly.
It shifts.
Like a verdict delivered in silence.
What decayed
learns to breathe again.
What once lived
steps aside.
The cycle corrects itself
without apology.
Humanity was never born for cruelty.
Cruelty was learned.
Love is the original instinct.
And it is returning.
Those who fed on shadow
will not cross with us.
They will remain
where fear still feeds fear.
Each soul builds
the world it deserves.
The Earth is patient.
But it is done repeating lessons.
A new age rises slowly.
Not with miracles,
but with awareness.
Man will lift his eyes to the stars.
Not to conquer.
But to remember kinship.
Thought will travel faster than flesh.
Dreams will open doors
maps never could.
We searched for God
as if He were absent.
Only now do we realize
He was searching for us.
This life—
a stage.
A script rewritten.
Actors awakening mid-scene.
The old drama ends.
Not in fire.
But in understanding.
The New Era does not punish.
It reveals.
And what cannot evolve
is gently left behind.
Old Traditions die hard
First year in seventy ~
Didn’t send one X-mas Card
Fancy gowns and jeweled baubles
The age of dancing shoes and glamour
Grand ballrooms at full capacity
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
An era of peace, love and flowers
psychedelic drugs, sex orgies, people-power
Out to shake up the world every which way
violence eventually carried the day
long hair, ripped jeans, love-beaded conformists
became ‘black-power,’ SDS, urban guerilla performists
Preaching morality, practicing brutality
~ trampled ‘neath law-‘n-order mentality
They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in
only to bid farewell to joy, left behind, a hymn
such is the glossy glaze of a subtle worldly longing , a fading heartsong to lull
oblivion and them, an array of whim, newly reborn, blossoming recklessly, vagabond a feel,
And so is the love, sleep deprived a croon, a yearning eddy , a sandstorm kill
a chill hideout in zeal
And the let down show
And the no brainer love, a sow
a love losing all and all
in grievance and then the majestic fall
my love let us overcome, since the night is done, the dream was drawn
to an end
why the churn, even though a show, to steel the unsayable lexical
sleepy and bizarre adventures of an ensuing moonlight sonata
after a prodigal setting in mist and fog
my love, let us be mourners in good faith, humbling.
a saga of love, unspoken, is ending within, whence a kismet wills on.
now many are still a sense in smiling and a feeling In many more
to be born for a tossed and turned, a smile and a longing heartache
with brimming eyes, salty tears
trickling down with an usher, downpour
Walking in the Space
Walk, there is no light and dark, just emptiness of mind
Space is an undiscovered place in the mind, but there
But there is a dead entity. Not just one. Army of the Dead
Here can walk only the dead. This is not that space. Not
This is a closed space, but infinite. Open for dead entities
Old lands from the past, people from eras, loves, memories
Walk, just walking in my cinema, but I don’t care about the past
Never. I forgot all the memories and loves. Go away from me, Past!!
Go! I come back. I go back to the material world. For mortal human
The job is not done. I want to finish it. I will do it. Killed by Death!
We are demons, lifesavers. There is, here is epoch change
The world will be better, and the past will not come back again.
The blocked future wants to come into the life of humanity
The key holders will open the gate to the next areas. Oh Life!
We must just follow the Light. Peace, new future, top life!
Life is
Coming!
Dark past
Goodbye
Weeping willows of
past twilight inkling
cast a blurred shadow
on “lily-white age”
viewed through clouded lens!
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