When the world seems to me an unbearable place
And troubles weigh too heavily on my shoulders
And try as I may there can be found no solace
For my pain, my anguish, and my sorrow to soothe;
When I feel like God and the angels all conspired
To deny me the pleasures of wealth, friends, and fame
And thus alone I rue my fate and call for Death,
In silent cries, to come and my existence end.
Then I hear her voice and the clouds seem to dispel,
With gentle tones that pull my feet back on the ground.
Her kindness, patience, care, understanding, and love
Awaken me from brooding too much on the dark;
Her tender touch calms the storm brewing in my heart,
She drives away the raging demons from my mind.
Thus, when I no longer want to cling on to life
She comes to me and somehow things turn out right.
She lifts my mind from wallowing in misery
To a brighter and a more pleasant reverie.
September 29, 2024
Lower Fairview, Baguio City, Philippines
Categories:
fairview, depression, inspiration, true love,
Form: Free verse
A violin is like a lover--
A beautiful work of Art--
Precious, delicate, fragile.
It has to be handled with care,
Caressed, fondled, touched,
Hugged--but not too tight,
Or break it might
And hurt you in its breaking.
Hold the violin by its neck
The way you would hold your lover--
Firm but with the right pressure.
Look at it at arm’s length,
Admire its waist,
Lay your chin on its rest,
Close your eyes and feel
Your lover’s chest.
Press its strings as if you were
Pressing your lover’s skin,
With fingertips tripping over
Like the dainty feet of a dancer.
And the violin’s scroll--
Isn’t it a pretty sight?
Like a lover’s head bowed
When you were still both shy.
May 1, 2024
Lower Fairview, Baguio City
Categories:
fairview, feelings, love, remember, simile,
Form: Free verse
I was only a drifter,
Was just going with the flow;
My life then had no meaning,
I didn’t know where to go.
Then fate brought us together,
It was the best of my days.
In you I found the reason--
I live to love you always.
Now, what’s to live without you,
I can’t even contemplate.
With you, I can’t ask for more
For your love is adequate.
I only live to love you;
We are each other’s soul mate.
So, Darling, come take may hand--
Hold it tight, don’t let it go
‘Coz I’m afraid that if you do,
My world would lose its rainbow.
And this to you I promise:
In all of life’s ups and downs,
To you I will be steadfast
Until Death claims us at last.
*This poem is inspired by the song of the same title.
April 6, 2023
Fairview, Baguio City
Categories:
fairview, 6th grade, devotion, emotions,
Form: Lyric
I
A crescent moon,
The smile of Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire cat.
II
Yellow taxis caught in traffic
A row of sunflowers.
March 26, 2023
Fairview, Baguio City
Categories:
fairview, 7th grade, cat, flower,
Form: Verse
There was a man whom fortune really blessed;
All things were brought to him at his behest.
Of cars he had not one but a whole fleet,
A spectacle when they were on the street.
This rich man’s cars were source of his great pride;
When he drove by, men looked at him green-eyed.
He had the fastest, smoothest, newest wheels--
They truly were the king of all mobiles.
There was another man who lived in town,
Who got the worst of fickle fortune’s frown.
He worked so hard to stay in this life’s game,
And dreamed to have just one car to his name.
As the rich man’s car collection increased;
The other poor man’s troubles never ceased;
So he grew old and dreamed when day was done
Of a Cadillac but he never had one.
The rich man died later as all men do--
And brought to the grave in a hearse not new:
It had been used so many times before
To bear the bodies, whether rich or poor.
Alas, the poor man also did expire!
Freed at last from too long in the mire.
His body was borne by a hearse that’s black--
The town’s newest elegant Cadillac.
March 26, 2023
Fairview, Baguio City
Categories:
fairview, 8th grade, car, death,
Form: Narrative
“Tell me, Father, what these flowers are for?
They grow on hill, plain, forest, mountain, moor.
Yet as beautiful as their blossoms are
They live as briefly as a shooting star.”
“Child, flowers mean different to everyone--
For some, a symbol of a love that’s won;
For others, token of a love once lost.
Flowers are warmth to some; to others, frost.
“Flowers for the sick can bring so much cheer
But for the lovelorn, they become more drear.
Flowers are given to celebrate life,
But more flowers go with the afterlife.
“Flowers, Child, can bring you joy or the blues;
As you can see, they come in various hues.
But mark this, Child, wherever you will be--
When I see flowers, you're the one I see.”
March 25, 2023
Fairview, Baguio City
Categories:
fairview, 5th grade, child, father,
Form: Rhyme
A surreal chance encounter
began when I bumped into her
one lovely, Sunday afternoon
while walking Fairview avenue.
Both she and I apologized
then looked into each others eyes.
It was at that very moment
the eyes revealed our involvement:
we had once been husband and wife
living a former different life
but now gaze through and into
different colored eyes, once blue.
We recognized our mated souls
part and parcel of over-soul.
Categories:
fairview, philosophy,
Form: Couplet