Vexations after vexations file on
In this temporal succession here;
And even the best zeal and effort
Meet cold uncertainty and fear.
Petty foes give way to petty foes
In strenuous strivings here below;
And even the soberest of hours
Is fraught with sorrow and woe.
And no new joy that melts here
That’s not with fresh sorrows dealt;
Till the merriest hour in this sojourn
Is as close-punctuated mourning felt.
So now let every minute go
And every new hour emerge;
This soul shall no joys expect
But will silently mime its dirge.
69.
My Memories of Las Piñas
Las Piñas - memories sweet
Soul was innocent and neat
I miss the friends of childhood
The closeness of neighborhood
It's where I learned ABC
Twinkle Stars and 123
I miss the townhouse playground
My afternoon hang around
With Jay, Fritz, Toto, Len-Len
Yobi, Cyrene…more than ten
It's nice when night was brownout
My friends and I would play out
After church mass, family
SM Southmall was hobby
When Holy Week was around
Night film showing on playground
Also on time of summer
Neighbors resort together
When it's Christmas eve and night
Flood the gifts from left and right
Best is every New Year's eve
Night's merriest street party
Visit kin both side parents
Those another excitements
Oh Casimiro Townhomes
I should have never left you!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
She once bestowed shade
on blistering hot days
Now exposed all around her
is human flesh to sun’s rays
She was a playground for squirrels
where they leaped and they twirled
in the merriest of chases
like a day at the races
But sad to say, nature comes last
when ‘progress’ is fast
‘Redevelopment’ came along
sang its familiar cruel song
Sheared off her boughs
turned her trunk to sawdust
Now fallen and humbled her stump sits
conservation having called it quits
Virtuous lilies
Merriest bluebells
Fragrant roses
All these she sells
Approaching
each passing car
Displaying her wares
Wishing on a star
He perched himself upon his stage.
He stretched himself up tall.
The Countryside Conductor
Fanned his wings and beckoned all
To join him as he welcomed in
A bright new sunny day,
To bring cheer to any appreciative heart
Who cared to listen on their way.
He belted out his melody
That lasted right to noon!
The sweetest kind of symphony,
The merriest of tunes.
Other voices harmonised
By whistle, croak and tweet.
Of different meaning in the bird world,
To humankind an aural treat!
Somehow too, it makes impact
For when we need a lift out of despair,
We may find ourselves recalling
The conductors tune that filled the air.
Yesternight, I dreamt of you and all our
together times. My soul swelled with the sincerest
love and lips parted in the merriest laughter,
In my fantasy, you spoke softly with
the lilt of lilac melodies... My heart picked up some
strange sussurating rhythms and a pleasurable pain
assaulted my semi-drowned senses ~ Incredible feeling this is!
Did we hold hands? Or is my imagination fraught
with frenzied desire? The day we first met in 'our'
garden behind your house brings back the sweetest
memories... I still hear and rejoice with the songs
of finches, bees and the billowy breeze. Then, there are
the myriad flowers I scent even today! Those
wildflowers you wove into a beautiful bouquet that
Spring evening? - I have them preserved - Yes, they tell
me the 'secrets' we shared and our promises of
'forever'... Emotion in my eyes as devotion cries in my saddest,
loneliest hour, I wish dreams came true! ~ my last coherent thought...
"Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark
Word became flesh
Dwelling among us
Shining His glory so divine
Quickening and illuminating
Heaven’s oil that heals and sets us free
His Word alive and never fails
Feast on it this Christmas and cheer
Speak the Word and surprise fear
Listen carefully to the different beat
And this will be your merriest Christmas!
She was the merriest mermaid in the deep blue sea
Wish a swish of her tail, she showed how happy we could be
We other mermaids followed her about, looking for a key
To how she could retain her sense of delight; which confused me.
Her laugh tinkled across the waters with bubbles to behold.
She was excited about everything her life was big and bold.
We all wanted her confidence that would never grow old.
She was our leader, a joyful enthusiastic mermaid with a heart of gold.
Get your enthusiasm back,
these have been lonely times...
some of us have cried in solitude;
we have lost the strength of our hack
looking for a substitute!
It should our merriest Christmas ever,
let's put garlands and lights in our trees:
let that big star make us Heaven-bound;
let's go around it and dance feeling its glee!
It should be the Season of the kindest deeds
to help the needy and those shedding tears;
kindness brings a smile to the saddest heart,
why be hostile to the unlucky ones?
I've walked in their shoes,
never seen a bright light:
my only comfort was Christ!
It should be our merriest Christmas around:
no broken hearts with shattered dreams,
no beggars with teary eyes,
no children without mothers;
only joyful faces that spread
the goodwill and the true meaning
of Christmas to all Humanity!
Get your enthusiasm back,
these have been lonely times,
some of us have cried in solitude:
we have lost the strength of our hack...
looking for a substitute;
it should be our merriest
Christmas around: let's put
garlands and lights on our trees:
let's go around it and dance!
It should be the season of the kindest deeds
to help the needy and those shedding tears;
kindness brings a smile to the saddest heart,
why be hostile to the unlucky ones?
I've walked in their shoes,
never seen a bright light:
my only comfort was Christ!
It should be our merriest Christmas around;
no broken hearts with shattered dreams,
no beggers with teary eyes,
no children without mothers:
only joyful faces that spread
goodwill and the true meaning
of Christmas to all Humanity!
Every year I would hold up my daughter to the top of the Christmas tree
An angel she would place on top with a little light for all to see
My wife would decorate the tree with ornaments and tinsle
The branches would be so happy as if writing their on epistle
Our dogs would circle around and frolic
And all together it was very angelic
I miss those days when our family was one
Outside, snow at our feet against a low arcing sun
But I know that others family thrive
Which helps keep my memories alive
And even though I now have a different change in view
I wish the merriest of Christmases to all of you
Saturday, November 27, 2021
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So precious and so dear
As they come
I am talking about
The Little Ones...
Once they are brought into this world
Most adored and cherished
Hurray - for the Little Ones
Who make their parents merriest.
Look at the joy and happiness
They have within themselves
It makes you want to put them
High on a pedestal.
So adorable - and so sweet
What a joy to have
Even when they decide to cry
It makes you want to laugh.
You only want the best for them
Nothing is too great
They grow up to be someone
You really appreciate.
But oh - those Little Ones
So precious and so dear
For longer than you want to
It's the only voice you hear.
It's mommy this and mommy that
What does the Little One want?
Mommy knows if daddy doesn't
Little One wants to want.
It wants for this - It wants for that
It wants for everything
But, when it comes to the real want
It wants for comforting.
Comfort is given and received
Little One is happy now
Now - mommy can laugh again
Yes! Mommy knew somehow.
I’ve never had a Christmas tree
Nor stockings filled with treats.
I’ve never gone to midnight mass
Nor hoped for Santa-meets.
I’ve never woken Christmas morn
With presents to unwrap
And no one in my household
Ever wore a stocking cap.
I’ve never eaten Christmas ham
Or fruitcake and to drink,
My sibs and I stirred rags for “eggnog”
In the basement sink.
But don’t feel bad for me because
I celebrated, too.
The holiday of Chanukah
Was what my family knew.
We had our presents and our foods
And candles every night,
With songs and family gathered ‘round,
Eight days of pure delight.
But still, today, I’d like to wish
Amid the bright displays,
To all my Christmas friends
The very merriest of days.
i’m going to paint a silly picture
as big and bold as big and bold can be
release the most flamboyant colors feeling free
and o what awesome dreams they’ll conjure
i’ll grab my biggest paintbrush
the one that shapes the biggest strokes
for folks i’ll paint a hundred thousand rainbows
and children’s laughter will overthrow their hush
i’ll pick the brightest hues of cheerful blue
to paint the sky its merriest joyful shade
all birds will want to fly and happily parade
while belting out their songs in praise for you
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Happy Holidays
A grateful greeting
to you and yours.
The merriest of wishes…
I pray directly to the King,
in your honor,
this holiday
and
forever.
His mighty hand upon your life,
may He be all that you need.
Walking ever in the fire,
the ice of a still greater hell,
that heaven will be yours,
and all those you love.
Kneeling in His honor,
the King,
He was born,
The virgin, the manger,
The story, old… and new!
Merry Christmas…
as “Merry” I am,
ever to be happy.
The holiday is the
Birth of GOD!
Hail to the King!!!
Blessings on your life,
keep you ever in His family.
If you believe you are not,
it is only by choice…
Welcome…
God Bless,
And Merry Christ mas to You!
Amen
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