320.
Huling Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas
Enero Diez y Nueve, Dos mil Kinse
Tulad ng pagdating, pag-alis naging simple
Subalit tulad ng unang araw
Mga nag-antabay sa daan nag-umapaw
‘Di parin natinag ang hiyawan
Ng mga taong sumalubong sa lansangan
Tulad ng pagdatal, panahon ay maganda
Napakaganda ng araw sa umaga
Paglipas ng mga araw na inulan
Bumalik din sa maaraw na pinagmulan
Mula umpisa hanggang sa wakas
Lulan parin ng Pope Mobile na bukas
Sa Villamor meron paring sayawan
Tulad ng unang paglapag sa bayan
Salamat sa wakas maayos na nakabalik
Ang Supremo ng Simbahan na sa bansa humalik.
-01/20/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
319.
Ikaapat na Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas
Enero Diez y Otso, Dos mil Kinse
Kayrami paring mga sumalubong sa kalye
Unang tinungo Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas
Tuloy parin ang pangaral at pagbasbas
Nakipagkita mga pinuno ng ibang relihiyon
Humingi ng pag-unawa at kapayapaan sa mga nasyon
Nakinig sa hinaing ng mga kabataan
Inalo isang batang babaeng luhaan
Huling tinungo ang Grandstand sa Quirino
Kung saan may pinakamaraming dumalo
Tinig ng koro nakapangingilabot
Mensahe ng Dios abot na abot
Oh anong saya nang tawagin ng Santo Papa
Na dakila ang aming munting bansa
Ngayong kapistahan ni Santo Niño
Kanyang ipinaalaala halaga ng mga bata sa mundo.
-01/19/2015
(Dumarao)
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318.
Ikatlong Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas
Enero Diez y Siete, Dos mil Kinse
Kahit may bagyo, tumuloy sa Leyte
Unang tinungo lungsod ng Tacloban
Muling nilipad skull cap pagbukas ng pintuan
Talagang maulan at mahangin
Subalit milyong tao sumalubong parin
Kanyang idinaos Banal na Misa
Kasama ang mga biktima ni Yolanda
Huling tinungo ang pook ng Palo
Nananghalian sa tuluyan ng Arsobispo
Doon din nakasalo mga nasalanta ng Yolanda
Mas malapitang nakisalamuha sa kanya
Mga pinaslang ni Yolly puntod binasbasan
Iba pang kaawa-awa hinandugan ng tirahan
Suot ang dilaw na kapote
Biniyayaang material at ispiritwal ang Leyte.
-01/18/2015
(Dumarao)
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317.
Ikalawang Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas
Enero Diez y Seis, Dos mil Kinse
Lulan ng isang simpleng kotse
Unang tinungo Palasyo ng Malacañan
Pinagsabihan mga pulitiko huwag magnakaw sa bayan
Sa pagpasok ng palasyo binasbasan mga bata
Sa paglabas ng palasyo binasbasan matanda
Ikalawang tinungo Manila Cathedral
Pinangunahan pagdaos ng Misang Banal
Sa pagdating, sakay muli ng Pope Mobile
Sa pag-alis, mga umaantabay sa daan ‘di parin papigil
Huling tinungo Mall of Asia
Pinulong mga pamilya sa malaking asembleya
Sa pagsalubong may regalo mula sa may kapansanan
Sa pag-iwan may pailaw mula sa mga nagkakantahan
Ngayong araw kanyang isinulat sa talaan
Panalangin ng pag-unawa, kapayapaan at kaginhawaan.
-01/17/2015
(Dumarao)
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316.
Unang Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas
Enero Kinse, Dos mil Kinse
Sa Villamor umindak daan-daang estudyante
Paglapag ng eroplanong Sri Lankan
Mga sasalubong naghiyawan
Pagbukas ng pintuan ng sasakyang lumilipad
Skull cap ng Santo Papa ay nilipad
Pagpanaog sa hagdan ng eroplano
Sinalubong ng mga sundalo at ng Pangulo
Pinatugtog himno ng ating bansa
Ganundin ang himno ng Vatican sa Roma
Dalawang batang ulila sa kanya sumalubong
Matamis na pagbati sa kanya ibinulong
Sa Pope Mobile na walang panangga sumakay
Ang Supremo ng Simbahan todo ngiti at kaway
Kahit gabi na kayraming tao bawat daanan
Hanggang sa Apostolic Nunciature na pagpapahingahan.
-01/16/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
315.
Mi Oracion Poema Por Papa Francisco
Papa Francisco, oh misericordioso!
Papa Francisco, oh compasivo!
Papa Francisco, se nuestro amparo!
Liberar mi alma y cuerpo condenado!
Liberar mi familia y futuro lastimoso!
Liberar me de venganza de N-M y sus partido!
Con elguia de Espiritu Santo…
Con el clemencia de Hesucristo…
Con el gracia de Dios amoroso…
Liberanos con el poder divino!
Liberanos de esquema maligno!
Liberanos por favor oh escuchano!
Ahora bendicir N-M y sus partido!
Ahora mi nacion eres bienvenido!
Ahora consagrar Filipinas mi amado!
-01/15/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
My heart was unduly fixated upon success
At first, I fail to give him my best
"I don't have time", was my protest
I was a young man at the time
In time, I found gold of a different kind
In California, I learned that I was out of line
My first citing revealed a man filled with pain
I quickly learned that Reuben was his name
For him, every day was more of the same
Love demands that we do the best we can
But at first, I was too blind to understand
That God had sent me a homeless man
Some people leave their hearts in San Francisco
Other people find their hearts in San Francisco
40 years ago, I found my heart in San Francisco
In lands of sun, a city stands apart,
A rare and misty jewel of human art.
Not built on easy plains or common ground,
But where the sea and golden hills are found.
The fog rolls in, a phantom, cool and grey,
To shroud the towers at the close of day.
It moves like the past, through the single gates,
A whispered mystery that the hour waits.
Its hills are vertical, a winding dream,
With cable cars that climb against the stream.
Victorian houses, daubed bright and bold,
A story in each cornice, we are told.
Where tech and grit in restless union meet,
And every vista feels, a brand new feat.
From Coit’s peak to the bridge’s arching wire,
San Francisco sets the rare soul on fire.
A compact wonder, singular and grand,
The rarest city in this western land.
I rode my first rice burner bike
beyond the wild blue yonder
going solo the only way to go
on a red 50cc Honda
as being part of a bike brotherhood
was never in my repertoire
and moving on in Hawaii
my next was a 650 Yamaha
my last tho' fairly fast
in fact still quite nifty
on the hills of San Francisco
was a black Suzuki 550
if a motorcycle means personal freedom
of the road stretching out ahead
why do so many feel the need
to ride in packs instead?
The simple, spontaneous man died
he died suffering, but happy as he always was;
he knew the spiritual value
of "putting more water on the beans"
He knew how to forgive and ask for forgiveness...
He knew how to gather and welcome those in need
of bread and light!
good friend, amigo, hermano, fratello
GOD IS WITH YOU !
Build the towers you want,
this and that; green, red, and black,
Who defends you, that’s your business, but
Franciska is mine, my freedom.
Don’t pretend you don’t hear,
Neither prophets nor sorcerers will pass you by.
They will not help you.
Francisca is not interested in those planets of yours,
nor comets from which you send kisses and hugs.
Franciska is spring and summer and fertile autumn,
and you are winter, your cold soul.
That sounds like you.
Emerald Fortifications,
White Crystal Spears are nothing.
Nor the fire of the wicked dragons of heaven
they won’t help, they won’t help you.
Free bird, It’s Franciska!
Sweet words have long since faded.
She is the queen of all the colors of
the ocean and sea and all the purple dawns.
She is but a nightmare for you.
For me, there will be all of her colors.
She is mine,
The most beautiful queen.
A harsh word can kill, if I utter it.
So, dear God, I do not play with love.
I love you Dear Franciska
S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me!
A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me.
N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea!
F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be!
R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality.
A~ As full, white clouds, we brought glimmering hope to humanity.
N~ Nights, we honored the stars and earth, with wonder and humility.
C~ Concerned were we, starting projects to end hunger, compassionately!
I~ I was more than blessed to participate in these fulfilling days of glory.
S~ Scents of fresh, amazing anitsef,another aromatic, scented story.
C~ Compassion not competitive these loving memories do be.
O~ Or it seemed like not a city at all, but anthologically, some divine country!
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6/13/2024
San Francisco Jazz Afternoons
Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you.
The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous.
The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean,
Those brown flirtatious huge eyes,lashes, my West Coast sensation!
My diamond engagement ring glittered like rainbow butterfly wings.
Memories of Coltrane, Davis, music that made you my heart laugh and sing.
San Francisco, always the beguiling, mystical jewel of my heart.
Everyday people who loved peace,jazz music, discourse, finest coffee and art.
You later, bought a fresh, intoxicating gardenia for my ebony bobbed hair.
Do you recall later, Union Street in The City’s, moist, foggy, sensuous air?
The spiritual City, was indeed our forever souls', sparking, galaxy prime,
We were both as daystars, walking its winding streets, so totally divine!
1/9/2024
10/20/2023
Those tanned, shapely legs of mine,
where have you gone?
No longer have I the ability to run!
Nor feel the glorious, salt water spray,
from my beloved, San Francisco Bay!
That kissed my sweating, dawn face.
Those foggy morns, the busy hands of
time have erased.
Some other body now, in its place?
This ghost of a runner,soulfully does state.
Who took away my youth in a dream?
If so, nobody heard a scream from me,
For now…left with joyful memories.
I am sitting here, composing soulful poetry.
Is this really how my life ends?
Stationary, on an internet device?
Prefer to be the woman on the run.
Than enduring ….no earthly fun,
Return me, please, to the “Bay to Breakers Run!”
You'll find a heart there
Somewhere
On a cable car seat
Or placed on a stair
In my careless despair
You'd think I don't care
Or my forgetfulness
But au contraire
My love was safe
In pocket deep
No chance to slip
Or deftly creep
But golden glow
Of sunshine light
Enticed a peek
Horizon bright
Inviting heart
To take a flight
No plan
Rough sketched
Heart's wings
Outstretched
I suppose I'm writing
Just to warn ya
Hold tight to love
In California
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