Long Narra Poems

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Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through
organza skirts and  gemmed ringlets; my hair
ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs
smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s favorite
ambrosia: she would  lift her anklets
in tiptoed hums, ”night...

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At the corner of the room, where only kerosene lamp’s light glows, 
head slightly bent over the ancient narra table, a man, divorced, sits

in solitude, in front of him his grandpa’s gold pen and a...

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Revisiting our ancestral farmhouse
I feel this certain tinge of aloneness,
Which smudges the lively remembrances
About a big clan huddled together
Under narra trees, each Sunday…a frolic kindled
By Grandpa’s recycled stories about literature,
His passion for Cole Porter’s music,
And...

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Don't cover me with a mantle of glitter
For a circus parade that flaunts
A pretentious kaleidoscopic dream,
Where I am tricked to enchant an audience
Paying hard-earned bills while I roll on a tyke--

Or use my ivory as...

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My son, dear son, the artist of my future
Fixing the broken pieces of my every day
Breaking the sorrow of the massive turmoil
Giving the calm spirit made by the dungeon 

From your warm little hands, we...

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“Wow, you write poetry, like Robert Frost!” my friend said,
forcing my faint face turned into an over-ripe tomato.

“Oh, you must be kidding me!’ replied I.  Perhaps, you mean 
holding a pen, like him. What’s...

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Although
            I am not
          your date,
         ...

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In a place
where trees caress heaven's cheeks
where winds whisper wistfully,
           sharing their secrets to those who care to listen...

In a place
where sun and moon meet,...

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As I sit and watch the evening star
I can feel the moon touches me, from a far
Wanting to taste my Smirnoff vodka, with lime
The worn mind suddenly rhyme
Tonight, it’s on the verge, of unearthing 
A...

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Et Semper Amabo te! (I will always love you)
 
Alas! The world was at its newest creation
On the gloam of 24 December celebration
My fine lady rode her bicycle
As I gazed at you in the pinnacle
...

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Seven thousand islands grace the shore
as narra trees arise , sun -dressed
with ripples humming a native folksong--
gracious the womenfolk, caressed
by Philippine beaches ever idyllic--
and exotic garlands spill from their baskets
crowning fiestas with decorative wares.
And boatmen...

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She lays the white cloth 
on the ground of grass
and opens the cans of coke
with gentle flicks

On a little narra table 
she sets the plates 
each with three hanging rice, 
and a quarter of lechon

While...

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