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Shine shine Africa
God has bless you with so many gifts
The forests and coconut tree that sit behind my house is awesome to praise God.
I can not forget the birds that sings sweet melodies each morning to wake me up for a daily battle.
Shine shine Africa, God created you winners because you walk in gold, yet you lack.
Shine shine Africa when will you rise and take away the world ?
See the way the men at work have enriched their pockets with gold.
Am surprise how they have protected the honey we made with violent.
They have blocked the flow of the honey just for themselves.
Shine shine Africa, why your own people are enemies to your progress.
They only think about the fattest of their belly.
I can’t believe how the privilege ones take the predicament of the vulnerable just to solicit fund to enrich their gallery.
Shine shine Africa, when will I see laughter clothing the child who live in Daboya village.
When will your youth cease to cross ocean to experience honey in a strange land.
Yesterday I dreamt about Africa.
I saw the died tree developing a nipples of fruits.
The snake who scares people from plucking is been chased.
The bees who protects the honey with violent have hitted by a great smoke.
They have lost control over their territory.
I saw the angels taking over.
And people stood cheerfully with the bamboo flute.
The calabashes have be filled with palm wine.
As the birds brood in their nests, watching from their windows, how the people are pouring out the unsung melodies of years.
The rebellions who traversed mountain, ocean with the fear of losing their head have come home,
And sitting by their log- fires.
Telling tales of long ago.
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The 3rd Period of the Spanish Era of Philippine History:
Revolts Against Spaniards
Despite the successful colonization by the Spanish government
Their subjects, both natives & creoles, became full of resentment
In government, economy & society, the Spaniards committed abuses
So there were uprisings & mutinies in several provinces
In government, oppression was done by Spanish authorities
So native rulers & tribes led uprisings in response to this
Native rulers like Sulayman & Lakandula, Malong & Almazan, Tomas & Ladia
Tribes like Irrayas & Zambals and conspirators in Tondo, Manila
In economy, because of taxes & tributes, monopoly & forced labor service
People & places subjects to these became to Spanish enemies
Against taxes & tributes were Magalat, Maniago, Silang & Palaris
Ilocos opposed wine monopoly, while Dabao & Sumuroy defied polo service
In society, there were rebellions for the sake of religion
And mutinies due to injustice & racial discrimination
Religious insurrections were led by Tamblot, Bankaw, Tapar & the Igorots
Mutinies for the creoles were led by Novales & the Bayots
This is the 3rd Period of Spanish Era – Revolts Against Spaniards
The valiant natives & creoles resorted to these amidst the hazards
Yet, despite of their blood & bravery, they virtually failed
God showed the Filipinos their flaws why the Spanish prevailed.
-05/15/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Ireland
It’s the land of Saints and Scholars
Shamrocks and Shillelagh’s too
Leprechauns, and pots of gold
And the foggy mountain dew
Of rebels and rebellions
Of a country split in two
By a church that is divided
Though both sides sit in Pews
Of Fishermen and Farmers
And high sea Sailors, with tall tales
Who regale with their adventures
between sips of whiskey, or dark ales
Of scenery like no other
With 40 shades of green
And many different accents
From Dublin to Skibbereen
From its music and it’s dancing
Mountains and it’s streams
This little place called Ireland
You can live there in your dreams
You rocked me to sleep cradled in your arms
Held my hand as we walked to school
You were there always for all my ups and downs
You picked me up when I fell, took care of all my scraps
Made me smile when I was blue like only you could
You loved more through all my tantrums and rebellions
Kept my secrets and took me to task when needed
No matter how old I have gotten your love
Has always been with me and seen me through
You stood by when I needed you even when I didn’t
No one can ever replace the love you have given
To all your children and your love is timeless
I am proud to have you as my mom.
Is the urge to crush rebellions with the threat of death
the quickest way to dominate a nation in fear?
Would I be a fair ruler of Humanity and be loved?
I shouldn't fear anyone whispering real sense into my ear:
"Listen to suggestions, don't discard them into the trash;
stay alive, govern with intelligence and be praised! "
The fairness of my kingdom is a universal one:
all races and religions in harmony with each other,
" Hurt no one, love everyone, and in judging be fair;
if all these requirements were met, you'd be fine."
Think about the failures of the rulers who bitterly regret
the harsh treatment of their people who went hungry
to feed their starved children who couldn't stop crying,
not understanding how cruel someone could be denying
them the right to health by showing a bit of generosity
and spare them death and horrendous hours of fret.
The fairness of my kingdom will reach the gates of Heaven,
God will make it rain to fill all the empty wells that ran dry:
come people with thirst and drink the purest water to regain
the confidence in a government where all are treated equally!
Written on 8/15/2020
Come to Now, brothers, and how!
Firewood after dark.
Compliments, O sacred cow!
Fling and flicker stark.
Could be, O my sages.
Riddles wrought in rhyme.
Time, bequeath thy ages!
Prime o'er Soul? Sublime.
Tapping on the clipboard?
Fingernail or pen?
Dragon, will ye guard thy hoard?
Fennel, fire, and fen...
Oblique? Carelessness, critique?
Frequency, catch flame!
Will the strong succor the weak?
If they want food, claim.
Catch up on thy sleep? Dig deep.
Cross the boneyard? Creep.
Preparation! Want to weep?
Stack behind the heap!
Present in the moment?
It's better that ye be.
Rebellions to foment?
Sink foemen in the sea.
Wind, rattle the weathervane!
Let the boy explain?
Yes, before we toss in main!
After a spring rain!
Educate for poppies?
Dreamers, why wile away?
Fish for gold or crappies?
O for, some sunny day.
Fright or plight? Best be polite?
Doom and dynamite!
Gods of death, thy dun delight!
Lone in line of sight...
As though mixing the caffeine of deep desires and wishes
With the crystal water cognizance to make gold-brown niches
Where-from, yearnings, like fogs of fine frankincense, resurrect
Bedecked with the sweet-bitter-blend, filtered conscience effect
Settings get upset; there's an idle-ordeal order.
Foundations, once set, turn reflections on a broken mirror.
Kingdoms and empires are brought to below-ground level dust.
When stirs turn earthquakes, born out of rebellions of mistrust
Time's tumult; seasonal surge; waves of the ocean weather
Stir has set its soul within each fragile flying feather.
The friction set by the spiritual stir, like a sage
Goes on discovering and finding wisdom's newer page
HOLDING BACK TEARS
Being a single mother is rarely appreciated,
when it is a very demanding, challenging, complex
responsibility to take on and carry on for years.
Who wants to be a single mother? I chose to.
Couples marry to be together and start a family
and do not think, want divorce or separation.
Yet, couples grow apart, change, unable to adapt
to situations, problems arising in having a family.
So, some ends up being a single mother like me
instead of staying married to a problematic
spouse or in a troublesome, exasperating, taxing
relationship, not a good example for the children.
Single parenting is very difficult for it is physically,
emotionally, mentally draining, exhausting. Tough!
You just bite the bullet and keep on going, doing the
best you can as the breadwinner and the homemaker.
You are on your own to face whatever comes your way
in maintaining the house, putting food on the table,
the children’s education, teen-agers rebellions or
defiance on top of your own emotional roller coaster.
Yet, you show a poker face and you hold back tears
for you want the children to know you are strong,
resilient, cannot be broken, being there for them
and will always be there to support and console.
The reality is you are breaking down, falling apart
inside, feeling all alone and holding back tears,
when all you wanted is somebody, someone to hold
you tight and whisper “Everything will be all right”.
I look back on those years of being a single mother,
years of holding back tears that turned my heart
into a stone for when my daughter calls on Father’s
Day telling me “Happy Father’s Day”, I cannot cry.
I cannot even shed a tear of happiness knowing
she regards me as a mother and a father. Charming!
How I wish I could. What happened to my diminutive
heart? Why is it still holding back tears? Don’t know!
8/18/21 This Or That, Vol 5 Poetry
Edward Ibeh
Chose: Holding Back Tears
Light arrives late now,
a gift unwrapped slowly,
each dawn spilling gold across frost-etched windows,
like honey through crystalline latticework.
On the seventh,
the world leans closer,
whispers birthday into winter's ear,
and I imagine candles blazing against the shortest days,
small rebellions of flame that refuse the dark.
What I want most is this:
mornings thick with cinnamon steam,
streets glittering like someone shattered all the stars,
and swept them into careful piles along the curbs.
I want laughter that fogs the air between us,
conversations that spiral upward like smoke from chestnuts,
the kind of warmth you can almost hold.
Give me December as a doorway,
not an ending,
snow falling soft as possibility,
covering everything we thought we knew about cold.
Let the year turn on this hinge of hope:
that darkness is just another way of saying
we still have light to kindle,
that December keeps teaching us to gather close and glow.
In a city where dreams intertwine with the shadows of dull days,
society turns away from those who dare to dream,
as if they were committing a crime against the silent laws of time,
because their dream is a flame that disturbs the gray tranquility of the city.
We are all travelers on a sea of memories that slowly fade,
but some carry stars in their eyes and desires that cannot be extinguished,
and these cannot be forgiven, for their dreams are silent rebellions,
an explosion of color defying monotony and gray sadness.
Perhaps society embraces those who steal moments,
those who trap light in cages of concrete and sell it in pieces,
but it will not understand the one who carries their soul like a living canvas,
where each dream is a splash of color, a cry against routine.
Ah, traveler of dreams, wear your burden like a mantle of light,
for the world does not know how to forgive those who look at the sky with longing,
and find in it an infinity of possibilities that cannot be contained,
while the earth murmurs its secrets beneath the hurried footsteps.