If I met God in a snow-kissed wood,
Would he sit beside the fire’s warm glow,
And share my wine and quail egg soup,
And marvel at the falling snow.
And speak of truths I’ve overlooked,
But listen without a tilted head,
Beneath a canopy of linty pines,
With two bellies fully fed.
Now he would think it rather odd,
This battered man in tattered shoes,
In a chilly wood with notebook and quill,
With nothing more, but my dreams to lose.
Not once would he pray or sing a hymn,
Nor surmise a confession, my list of woes,
Nor wish for a thawed breeze to hie,
Nor ponder the direction longing goes.
Nor criticize my fondness of another’s bride,
Like the full moon married to the night,
Thus only spy but never reach,
To her golden shores of Leyte.
Then God would stand and tip his cap,
Without a final word would go,
And wander off into the dark,
So I might marvel at the falling snow.
Categories:
leyte, fire, god, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
In a far mountain area of Leyte
Located in the Pearl of Orient Sea
A South East Asian country
Lies a mysterious tale of Damdam
A wine bottled-size creature
Enormous critter, surpassing all others
This minuscule noshes greedily
It embezzles the mortals' ranch produce
Tote such back to his family
Unexpectedly was seized up by human
Captured and imprisoned in a corral
hopeless of escaping from their hands
To escape, might and power were used
But to the mortals pity and kindness
Released Damdam from captivity
From then on Damdam's mysterious story
Repeatedly however secretly narrated
Hoping that it's contour one day will be peeked
April 27, 2017
By: Precioso L. Tano
Categories:
leyte, adventure, creation, imagination, urban,
Form: Free verse
My After (from Sister book)
We met when we shouldn't have.
Some kind of spell cast by who?
No witch I know.
Giving us something beyond priceless.
Invisible yet tangible.
Incredulous but infinite.
Hold me.
My love for you is worth a world's weight on my back.
Your love frees me and we glide as one.
Together we'll beat the doubters.
Love me.
I dream of you engulfing me.
Like Leyte or Persia.
Our battle is won.
Our love is daring.
Kiss me.
There's a before and after.
You're my after.
May it be for millennia.
I love you.
You, my after.
Categories:
leyte, books, fantasy, love, sweet,
Form: Verse
A t this PC windows my dear,
G lows a cute lady that glares,
N o webmaster have dared,
E ach time yahoo messenger is there,
S weet & cute "Agnes" bears.
I found a new love and inspiration right here.
L ost ideas and vibrations no where,
O h!...my Creator thanks for all cares,
V ents of mind that virtual world geared,
E go, dismay, surpassed out!
Y eah! L-O-V-E …reckons within,
O uch!.. sad memories...farewell!!
U tmost self understanding virtually gains.
V ent over those lonely days,
E ar, eyes, heart, which hurt more,
R egrets not though we're far apart,
Y outh and future we jointly carved.
M erry go round! my heart chased,
U nlikely to believe but drum beats,
C ome all ye and witnesseth.
H ow I care Tacloban, Leyte love cheers!
Categories:
leyte, friendship, love, mystery, passion,
Form: I do not know?