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Saklolo, San Pedro Calungsod!
Ako po'y katulad niyo na nangaral din lamang
At layong ituwid ang ilang mga hakbang
Ngunit panganib ang siyang umabang
Itinuring na sigalot ng iba
Naging masakit sa kanilang mga mata
Kaya aking mga hakbangin ay sinawata
Inihulog sa dagat na malalim
Kung saan pag-ahon ay marilim
Tuluyang bumulusok pailalim
Maaaring ako'y hindi na makaahon
Tuluyang igugupo upang maturan din ng leksiyon
‘Di narin mahahampas pa ng mga alon
Subalit habang nariyan po kayo
Ako'y nananalig at hihingi ng saklolo
Nawa'y mapakinggan at matulungan po ako!
-10/24/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Twilight Poems Collection
Take me on an awesome drive along the crooked street.
And treat me to a big burrito in the Mission District.
I see no rival to San Francisco where I spent 8 years
of my life as a young adult with a wife and three children.
Take me back there for just a day or two to enjoy the views.
Let my memory take in the Golden Gate Park visits with my kids.
Take me across the Golden Gate Bridge one more time.
Show me again that massive structure of awe and beauty.
That beautiful golden orange hanging high above the sea.
Why, I surely must have crossed it a thousand times.
I know the feeling of the late-night mild and harmless shakes.
I am forever grateful to have not experienced a big quake.
Take me back to the spot where on a Sunday afternoon, dressed
in our Sunday best, my two kids and I were drenched by the high tide.
Take me on another drive or a ride up and down on the trolly car
on California street, or on the N-Judah street-car all the way to the
Pacific. Give me another great breathtaking view of Market Street
from Twin Peaks. A walk across the beach west of The Golden Gate
Park would engender memories so dear and close to my heart.
Or how about the challenge of Leaving for church on A Bay to Breakers
Sunday morning? Let me breathe the atmosphere in the financial district.
Take me back to bitter-sweet drives from bank to bank, picking up deposits.
Allow me to navigate the morning fog and hear the sound of the fog horns.
And please allow me another ocean view from my living room window.
Oh, sweet San Francisco, you grew on me
and taught me so much about love.
121722PSCtest, Take Me There. Margarita Lillico
Sickening sweet smell of marijuana
A young guy with a super grin playing bongos
I had never seen that in real life, just on Dobie Gillis.
Come on up! My free-minded cousin said.
There were beds, but they were occupied.
I did not know people sleep during the day.
Being from the Midwest, this was all new
Are these your roommates? I asked her.
Just people, she told me.
I changed into my swimming suit,
Because I was in San Francisco,
And I thought there would be a beach
Someone started a sing-along in the living room.
I was intrigued; this was freedom I had never seen.
We’ll swim tomorrow, my cousin promised.
We never got to the beach
But I saw S Street
And I met real hippies
I found out my zodiac sign
And I learned I have gold in my eyes.
Someone called me an old soul.
It was 1968 I was sixteen.
And it was enough.
I have a great appreciation for the song,
"I left my heart in San Francisco"*, and I have
a great understanding of why one would leave
his/her heart in such a beautiful and most
enchanting city.
Ocean Beach, Golden Gate Park,
and the Golden Gate Bridge. Hilly streets,
trolley cars, and Twin Peaks looking down on
Market Street. The list goes on. What's not to like?
But in spite of so much to like, after an 8-year stay,
I departed the city by the bay but did not leave my heart
there. In fact, it could ok inbetter be said that I FOUND MY HEART
in San Francisco. In the Sunset, the Western Addition, and
the Mission Districts, I FOUND MY HEART. In Japan Town, Faith Asbury,
China Town, the financial district, and the Tenderloin,
I FOUND MY HEART. At a funeral home through the words
of a 10-year-old boy, I FOUND MY HEART.
Moreover, while pastoring a small church on Post Street and Baker,
I encountered a homeless and hungry man who became, in my opinion, the greatest key to finding my heart. I was young,
ambitious, and most determined to change the world. I was laden with a deeply rooted arrogance that I never realized existed to such
a degree.
Day after day, Reuben came to the doors of the parsonage
requesting food and taking my attention away from what I thought was my mission. Looking back, before I met Reuben, I AM ASHAMED OF THE HEART I BROUGHT TO SAN FRANCISCO, but it was he who
enabled me to FIND MY HEART in San Francisco. I tell you, it was there
that God began to form a heart within me more like His own.
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!”
San Woo Where Did You Go
It looks like you packed up your bags
and skipped town
why
it doesn't make sense
my little tulip
you're following the same path as aqua marine
to clarify
both of you ...
or is it both of you puppets
would lavish me with genuine comments ...
I thought ...
you would boost my spirits
adding sugar to my day
... and now
and now poof ...
you are gone
it doesn't make sense
there's no rhyme or reason
I'm devastated
you two were the only two friends
I had here
it was just a few weeks you were laughing
laughing at my poems ...
I thought it was genuine
and now you're gone
I don't know what to think anymore
maybe it was all a facade
It's weird
I'm in a bubble
a big bubble of mice and men, here
is one of you nurses going to bring my psyche meds?
help, help
please
let me see past this aberration
is somebody out to hurt me?
wheres the good light
getting back to woo
one of her contest that i entered
double trouble, as i look back at it now
i didn't smell one blade of grass in the placing
and that comes on the heels of receiving at least 7 sevens
from readers comments
i thought that was weird, too
or was that another stab in my back to hurt me
my dear little tulip?
like what i said i dont know what to think anymore
esp. receiving any of the readers comments to my poems ..
in the future
i can think of it as being one of her puppets
playing with me ... like austin, her cat, does to a piece of shrimp
one step she be
probir probably be next to exit stage
i can see that playing out
i cans see all her barbies in a frenzy, laughing, as i write
nice picture
cry and bare the black bear, i guess.
connie pachecho
1/27/17
Verse 1
If you’re going to San Francisco
be sure to let the junkies puke in your hair
If you’re going to San Francisco
you’re gonna meet some homeless people there
Verse 2
For those who come to San Francisco
you’ll see a violent carjackin’ there
In the streets of San Francisco
you’ll see liberal criminals everywhere
Bridge
All across the nation such a strange violation
people in commotion
There’s a whole generation with a new indoctrination
people in commotion, people in commotion
Verse 3
For those who come to San Francisco
be sure to fear some perp pullin’ your hair
If you come to San Francisco
there will be a smash and grab there
Outro
If you come to San Francisco
you might wanna say a prayer
Written: June 2024
If You Come to San Miguel
by Michael R. Burch
If you come to San Miguel
before the orchids fall,
we might stroll through lengthening shadows
those deserted streets
where love first bloomed ...
You might buy the same cheap musk
from that mud-spattered stall
where with furtive eyes the vendor
watched his fragrant wares
perfume your breasts ...
Where lean men mend tattered nets,
disgruntled sea gulls chide;
we might find that cafetucho
where through grimy panes
sunset implodes ...
Where tall cranes spin canvassed loads,
the strange anhingas glide.
Green brine laps splintered moorings,
rusted iron chains grind,
weighed and anchored in the past,
held fast by luminescent tides ...
Should you come to San Miguel?
Let love decide.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Life & Times and Muddy River Poetry Review
Sitting on his lap, facing him.
Aboard the San Francisco Ferry.
The splash of loving waves.
Beneath one, huge San Francisco
moon.
The magic touch of warm, grape-
like kisses.
Pounding hearts beating chest to
chest.
A night etched indelibly in memory
this poet shares.
The moonlight like a kindly priest,
blessing them.
On this most unusual holy, silvery,
shimmering amorous event.
~Amen!~
June 29, 2019
11:45pm PST
The most beautiful days in my life,
Living in San Francisco near that
Bridge, the Golden Gate!
Days of well behaved children in
classes that had no strife.
God had surely blessed me, to have
such a divine fate.
Each morning, I took a cable car to
school.
With that divine ride, came the great
scent of the Pacific Ocean!
I was impressed by my classes’ respect
for the Golden rule.
So glad to have left Chicago, which was indeed
my land of Goshen!
It was a grand blessing, to be respected as
a teacher!
We had recess on the spacious, sun blessed, large,
safe roof.
In Chicago, kids fought and I had to
be both warden, add....a preacher!
Sunny San Francisco,we could see three cities,
I felt happy as a puppy and wanted
to bark, woof-woof!
I wanted to thank God, today for each
day.... I went to work.
And this is just one of thousands of
blessings in my life.
San Francisco, in that same place,
I became, one day, a beautiful wife!
Thank you, dear San Francisco!
Always, my heaven on this earth!
4/26/2022