Long Hospitality Poems
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If peace is better why war ?
If love is better why hatred
If cold is better why khadighan
Life is cruel but human are more crueler
Class above humanity
Jealousy above compliment
Enviness above jubilations
Why thus thou thus
Why the sudden change
Interest of the world above care
Illegal above success
Why thus millions cry and few smile
Children suffering and old enjoying
Many sacred places and less hospitality
Looks above sacrifice
What changes human stereotype
Once upon a time is opposite
Silent over noise
Love over evil and hatred
Why was the sudden change
Earth crust change it's ways
Human lost his ways
Culture lost it's value
Nature lost it's dignity
Parents lost their authority
Leaders lost their power
Maestro lost his batting
The world need to go back to its previous ways
We as humans have not a single ounce of morality
We watch babies die and women cry and say it's just another fatality
We sit and lie about our lives and say we have hospitality
We say goodbye to the good times so we can choose neutrality
We try and hide we wont abide out of fear of liberality
We sigh, I sigh, I said we sigh because of your mentality
We might misguide and try to lie but see hatred as sensuality
We define the human mind as something of immortality
We might provide the wrong side the sources for sociality
But don't confide or hide your rights you will always have orality
The worlds combined bring hell alive do you see the criticality?
Stop choosing side like you were assigned that leads to social duality
The left and right will always fight which will always create depravity
We must unite just for the night so we can feel the congeniality
The Darkness of a Soul
A soul lives a bright life, perhaps it is aching for life
He works, reads the Bible, goes to church and lives
He gets home from work after midnight, stays out late
His nightlife begins, and he writes poems; a demon lives in him
He loves his night, hates the day; the mirror wants light
He loves to roam, but he doesn't do it anymore, sometimes
He works in a place of hospitality, his life is good there
What will be the end? His future is his torment. He knows
Yes, there is a lot of fear in him, much, a lot
Lot, he sees a future, he is no longer human
He goes there, he would have been there…
…a long time ago, there could be a desire…
He can't go, his death can lead him to a new life
Farthest in the background is the blue sky
Standing afar is the green ridge mountain
Beneath below is the blue turquoise sea
Near the front view is the white sandy beach.
Looking at the left side is lined nipa huts
Supposed to be beach cabin for vacationers
The ground sand beaches are lined colored umbrellas
Connecting the shoreline are parked boats and sailboats.
The right side view is the same scenario
Where you can appreciate nature's beauty of the sea
Looking all the view makes my heart sing for joy
Inspires me more to love God and believe Him more.
Tropical beauty is truly a rural beauty
For all the people to see and appreciate nature
Notwithstanding the local food and the people's culture
Who truly exemplify true spirit and true hospitality.
The gift from God is a gift to economy
Tourism is one department to boost support
To attract more tourist and develop tourist attraction
Tropical countries endowed the best beaches of the world.
Philippines is one of the tropical countries who has great beaches
Visit our tourism government websites, check our almanac and pride
Inquire to foreigner who have been here, check their everyday blogs
Check our history, check our geography, check our beautiful country.
It happened to us twice
In a Southern city. May it
suffice to share one experience
with you.
We had moved and needed to obtain
new drivers licenses. After following
the GPS system without success, I asked
for directions to the local DMV office. We
did not realize that there was a separate
DMV office for drivers licenses which
is the one we wanted. Where we were
from, there was just 'A DMV Office'.
It served every purpose for vehicles
and vessels.
Realizing that we were new in town,
the kind gentleman said, "Follow me".
We grew up in the South but had been
residing in the West for more than
40 years. The world has changed and
grown more estranged than ever. We have
little to no time for each other; much less for
strangers. Goods and services must move at
'lightning speed', and everything must be
delivered 'yesterday'.
So, the "Follow me" reply to my request,
although most refreshing, took me off
guard, because it was very unusual. If
hospitality was a species, it would
most assuredly be close to extinction.
When we arrived at the front doors of
the DMV, I could not wait to express
our appreciation to the young gentleman.
He was indeed a treasure to his state.
I informed him that we had just moved
from another state, and that he was
the true meaning of "Hospitality".
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slits in the blinds
of a guestroom
leaking morning through
skinny orange white cat
follows an old man in his underwear
down the hall to the bathroom
and back to his bed
she meows, stands on his chest
rubs her nose on his head
purrs
licks his whiskers
--part of the hospitality package
echoes down the hall
cries
his almost two year old granddaughter
not letting her mommy sleep
so excited last night to see her grandpa
ran straight into his arms giggling
rattles down the hall
his soon to be son in law
in Kevlar and other prison gear
(garage door opens and closes)
puts "bob" at the end of his daughter's dad's name
thinks he's cute
kid knows whiskey, barbecue, and football
they get along just fine
buying a turkey for his ex today
might help her cook it too
just like last year
get to see his two little dogs
who will bark and whine and jump all over the place
the divorce made their two humans
pretty good friends
but he misses them
he'll stay all week
be sad to leave
little angel peeks into his bedroom
enters the doorway
she giggles
it isn't going to be a happy Thanksgiving
it already is
So many fill the world today it’s hard to know where to start
Assisting so many in losing their way by slowly infecting their heart
Day in and day out bombarded from every side
But with me they carry no clout for it is in the Lord that I abide
They woo you softly then suddenly pull you in
They say “you are free and it’s not really a sin”
Oh and the hospitality they find as you ingratiate their stay
But try to keep this in mind that there is only one Way
And as the illusions begin to bicker as to who really took your soul
That light in you begins to flicker as you pay the ultimate toll
No longer shall they exist, no longer will illusion be
Yet He who was right in your midst you will never get to see
Has illusion beaten you for you shall be held liable
Seek what is true written right there in the Bible
As illusion shuts the door in my face so quickly as to keep you at bay
I pray only that the Lord’s Grace will come upon you and your way
Meanwhile, Mrs. Pappadopoulos
has circled back and plops down
on Fred's front porch, all tuckered out
So Fred cheerfully pulls up a chair
and together they sit and stare
openly ogling, gawking, gaping
because, as everyone knows-
it's not considered staring
if you're in a group of more than one
Miss Luby doesn't care about this rule
as she is inside, and thus it doesn't apply
she perches in a strategically placed
armchair, cat on lap, and munches
popcorn like she is at a movie
relishing the mystery of new neighbors
as well as the passing parade
“Welcome to the neighborhood!”
old Mr. Nicholson says
sidling across the lawn
toward the unsuspecting couple
unlike the other neighbors
who manage to maintain some sense
of pretense, the incorrigibly nosy
Mr. Nicholson comes right out
and interrogates the new neighbors
asking all the terribly inappropriate questions
everyone wants to know
but would never dare to ask
And as the new neighbors
stammer and stutter
taken aback, bewildered, bumfuzzled
by this brazen barrage
of curious queries
little fish-eyes blink behind
the little round spectacles
on his curiously boyish face
matter-of-fact, he is
utterly unfazed and unaware
of the discomfort he is creating
eventually, quota filled
he hobbles home
to share the wealth
As night begins to fall
the new neighbors finally finish unloading
and head back toward the house
In a last ditch effort at a closer look
Jake, the middle-aged man from next door
brings over his heartfelt housewarming gift
rich display of bachelor hospitality-
half a lukewarm pizza
in a greasy box
and a liter of cola
I am quite taken with the sultriness from the
Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down
my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy
brassiness of my horizons a solid structure
forms each time his fingers tap the saxophone
unspeakable melodies hindered just so under
the balanced keys behind the piano mans
harmony and then the butterflies dance again
as he kisses this instrument I'm quite
taken again the sound lingers over the
snow capped mountains after being blindly
sent out from beneath bales of hay where
southern hospitality seems to whisper please
stay awhile an yet my brown eyes began
to sink into the night sky as stars shoot out
across the darkness lights seems to fade dem
and glow as John Coltrane finishes the show
I love the Philippines
I thank God for all
The beautiful creations
In our country
I love the beautiful beaches
In Palawan, in Boracay, in all
The beaches of 7,641 islands
I love the green and lush forest
I love the festival in all year round
The Sinulog, the Fiestas, the Christmas
I love the food dishes that imbibes culture
From the indigenous taste to Spanish cuisine
To the Chinese teahouse to the Western cafe
Much as I love is my own simple people
The mix of melting pot of breeds: The Filipinos
The mix of cultural heritage we have today
The hospitality and the smile we shared
To all people of the world
As they come to our places
Assured, secured and and well-respected
There's nothing like country as Philippines
The Pearl of the Orient Seas.