The workshop doesn't teach poetry.
It simply preserves
the threads of voices
woven into
words and emotions.
The diwata believes that every poem carries
a piece of its poet's soul.
Time stands still
in this enchanted world.
In the cloudless sky,
the stars dance
around the moon.
Beyond the window,
alitaptap drift
across endless fields
of sampaguita flowers.
Their fragrance lingers
in every corner
of the workshop.
505.
Matuto ng Filipino!
Matuto ng Filipino! Magsimula sa Bahagi ng Pananalita
Pag-aralan Panlapi, Ponolohiya, Morpolohiya
Matuto ng Panitikang sariling atin
Manaliksik, lumikha ng sariling sulatin
Sa Idyoma at Tayutay pagpapahayag kulayan
Magsalaysay, Maglarawan, Maglahad, Mangatwiran
Maaliw, ma-engganyo sa ating mga epiko
Dito mababatid malikhaing Pilipino
Sariwain mga likha nina Balagtas at Rizal
Salamin ng panahon, kapupulutan ng aral!
-09/02/2016
(Dumarao)
*GEN Poems
Across the desert’s quiet glow,
where dunes meet towers of steel and light,
stands a Filipino teacher—
lesson plans in hand, homeland in heart,
bridging islands to the Gulf.
In the classroom, lessons breathe
beyond numbers, dates, and rules.
They carry bayanihan in their gestures,
malasakit in every patient pause,
and paggalang spoken softly
through acts more than words.
Maps on the wall show seas apart,
Yet stories close the distance—
of fiestas colored by faith and song,
of elders honored in every greeting,
of a homeland shaped by resilience
and hope that refuses to bend.
In Qatar’s embrace of many nations,
the teacher becomes a gentle bearer of roots,
weaving Filipino values into global minds,
teaching that culture is not confined to borders
but lives wherever it is practiced with pride.
Each day ends not just with dismissal bells,
but with seeds planted—
of identity remembered,
of traditions passed on,
of a nation alive in service.
Thus, the Filipino teacher teaches twice:
once for the lesson on the board,
and again for the culture in the heart—
a quiet ambassador of the Philippines,
standing firm beneath a foreign sky.
Laid-back, relaxed
As time goes by
Late than never.
When world shutdown grace
Pinoys open up their homes
Jews, Russians, all race.
Sa kanilang mga anino,
Kami’y kanilang itinago
Lagi kami ang sinusuyo
Na manatili lang sarado
Na dating walang pumapanig
Noong kami ay nalulupig
Ngunit ngayon, kami’y titindig
At sana’y kami ay marinig
At bakit naman kami matitinag?
Dahil ba kami ay babae lamang?
At bakit kami pa ang maduduwag,
Sa lupaing kami rin ang nag-silang?
Kailan pa nagging sukatan
Ang aming mga kasarian?
At ang taglay na kakayahan
Na ipagtanggol ang lipunan
Mag-dadamit, mag-hahayag ng malaya
May lakas ng loob at di nahihiya
Dahil di na nila kami madadaya
Sa pag-laban namin ng aming hustisya
Tatayo kami at titingala
Sa pag-tibay ng paniniwala
Ika’y babaeng dinadakila,
Na di na muling maalila.
PM, 2022
Happy birthday, dear President,
The firm Filipino leader
Lets his order be consistent
Despite the world's stormy weather.
Topic: Birthday of Pres. Rodrigo R. Duterte (March 28)
Held the hand of an elder
Whom ye passed by, and
Bring it towards thy forehead;
An apropos of respect!
Never questioned the face,
Never answered the light
Esteem them as thy highnesses;
A gracious child.
Sinubukan kitang tikisin,
Sadyang inaral ko kung paano ka saktan.
Pero ikaw ay siyang indulhensiya at indulhente
At ako ay sabik, sakim, at yamot sa katinuan.
Kaya't sa huli, ganoon paman din ang kalabasan;
Inuusig mo ako, at ako, ginugusto ko naman.
Pananaigin at papahintulutang lasunin mo
Ang dugo, utak, pananaw, at puso ko.
I have a Filipino dream!
Stop the war and wild loud of scream
I have a dream not for myself.
Not a selfish man who thinks of himself.
I have a Filipino dream!
Cease the pain of a poor at the stream.
Three stars are united as one.
My dreams and love are bounded as one.
I have a Filipino dream!
Be the best in our craft and one of the prim.
Eight rays of sun symbolize hope.
Filipinos will rise and reach the peak of slope.
I have a Filipino dream!
Rapidly admired coz we’re now the cream.
I have a dream for my one country land.
An endless peace and success for my one true land.
Oh If Double You
What can you do?
Your salary is coming
Time to pay the due
You're away from home
In a country not your own
Sacrifices are done
Just to take money home
Your hard earned money
Is a sweet jar of honey
Made kins so happy
Leaving you almost empty
Then they call you a hero
But the help is almost zero
Better go back to your barrio
And plant corn and potato.
teeming with pride,
humble and its peen.
sometimes only wearing underwear.
culture so rare.
dancing on there own line of drumbeats,
minding there own a folk music.
so keen on their own particular heritage of kin,
made u of their own ideas and dreams.
Sacrificing loneliness in other country
For family’s welfare
Considered as heroes by Filipinos
(Experimenting a "Haiku")
I don’t need to recognize you
I am conquered not
I surrendered never to you
I fought till death
I cling to live for death
I enjoy dying to live
I have nothing to owe you
I am right now to abandon you
I have my rights to do it
I am not your enemy
I am your neighbour
I am not your people
I can live alone in my home
I can never forget you
I know we are identical but not the same
So leave my home peacefully
Go...!
I am not a Filipino who fought
Spanish, American and Japanese
to death!
I am Tausug!
I repeat...
Yo no soy un filipino que luchó con
el español de América, y el japonés
hasta la muerte!
Estoy Tausug!
A message from me
The TAUSUG!
WM-KL 3:13PM
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