#13: Close One, & Cigars
To the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers,
loose ends of the created stoic string
crisscross a heedless sea of empty tears.
In the facade of guilt, all seems trifling.
Metallica Horizons all are round,
languages changing from their Mother Tongues,
World Clock, reassemble to Zero down.
New tastes, new sounds ... The Song of Flower Drums
from Southerners, not quite, the cowboy type.
Bowls bleed of beets, ... have fun chow from Macao.
Americans, ... where? ... flagless world, all hype ...
Russians, Chinese, there ... steak, Mindanao.
Ex-lives work as one, building their Starships,
human chain meant Starman ... breathing room trips.
Donning splendiferous landscapes stretching for miles,
A culture that aptly prides, in bold, welcoming smiles;
A thriving land of islands~ an archipelago evincing awe,
A resplendence of nature, an exclamation of hurrah.
Sandy beaches embrace realms of pristine coastline,
Harboring lush foliage, embodying sublimity divine,
Of marine life, corals, reveling warmth of idyllic clime,
Reminiscent of paradise, of placidity, stilled in time.
Fun loving, amiable, proud tradition extolling grace,
Quaint, yet modern, is the vibrant vibe of this place;
Of museums, antiques, art galleries, buzzing cafe,
Of hotels, casinos, of famed sunsets on Manila Bay.
Luzon, the Visayas, Mindanao~ gems of the blue sea,
Living in tranquility, projecting utter beauty and glee;
Islands of hospitality, homeland of a privileged few,
A magnificent portrait, upon sea-canvas nature drew.
Philippines~ an acclaimed, lauded, pearl of the Orient,
Rich in diverse culture, her allure citizens augment,
Pulsating rhythms of hearts and souls, worthy of praise;
A treasure preserved, revered since the ancient days.
In our city at night,
One can see glowing lights,
And many busy vehicles,
Slowly moving through the streets.
Delicious barbecues for dinner,
The sizzling sounds are such a winner,
The aroma of meat makes us hungry,
And we crave it all, tender and yummy.
In our city, you can wander,
And find sights that make you ponder,
The streets are safe and secure,
With the presence of authorities, for sure.
Nestled in the heart of Mindanao,
A city where bounty never stops to flow,
From durian, pomelo, to mango,
A foodie paradise, it's hard to let go.
Kidapawan is the name,
A city of fruits that has earned its fame,
Known for its tropical treats,
Where the flavors of sweet fruits can't be beat.
Kidapawan is a gem of a city,
With natural wonders and culture aplenty,
A destination worth your time and stay,
Come and experience Kidapawan today!
Kosovo means a ‘field of blackbirds’
From a Serbian place-name
The centre of a medieval Serbian empire
Assembly of Kosovo declared independence
17 February 2008 they win
It doesn't violate the law and not a sin
They are Albanians and Serbs
Sulu archipelago has its own people
With Mindanao with their own name
But some loved the Spanish-given name.
Not Sulu archipelago as the 'land of the currents'
And Mindanao as the 'land of the lake and flood plains'
Their names are more than enough
To name the region, at least they have
The names are from their origin
Not from the Spanish giving
The name of nation was unconquered people
Being colonized is not a clear indication.
KK-210615
Who died are the Sulus
not the so called Moros
They were the recruits
Were killed when refused
Sabah were to invade
They refused to take orders
Sacrificed not to kill brothers
Jabidah Massacre bolted
Jabidah Peace Garden
the name should be penned
part of the history and genuine
not to distort its tale
Not supposed ourselves
Supposed not to hide it
The truth of the fate
Shall come to take the lead
It is nice to be recognized
An honor was made
But think of the truth
A sincere hearts we should
We cried, laughed and proud
From the Mindanao plain
from the valley mountains
and from the breeze of Sulu currents.
I love you peace. Let's sail together. Layag Sug!
Nature City. 22 March 2015. 11:20AM
Camiguin is a pear-shaped island
Lies northern tip of Mindanao
Second smallest island in the Philippines
Smallest province in Northern Mindanao.
Camiguin is rich of natural attractions
Waterfalls, hot and cold springs
Evergreen forest fringed with sandy beach
Truly a place to convene with nature.
Oh how I love Camiguin
A place of safety or refuge
It is where my parents met and made
Eight children. True love that 'till now they have displayed.
04-16-2014
Cracked and freckled skin wraps the frail bones of your being,
Blood of the past run though the roots of your antiquity,
Silver threads fall down like a cascading falls from your head
And knees trembling with the passing of time.
Your eyes speak of the story of a strong willed woman,
Spirited, inspired and beautifully made.
Your earth-tickled fingers and nails,
Now crooked; yet nimble and frail.
Your back, bent like the humblest bamboo,
Yet still stands like the strong kapok that conquers the storm.
Your lips now dry and gray with the passing years,
Yet the smile it painted; dries up all our tears.
Your stories of the red spot-in-white invasion and your years in Mindanao,
Brought memories bridging yesterday and now.
You are a tree, worthy of emulation,
Imperfect like everybody else in the world.
But perfection to you cannot be named;
For you are more than perfect, an old tree with flowers of gold.
Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.
The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.
The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;
belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.
The system,
the birth of rebirth of sorrow
was the tragedy.
The shaper,
I am, still wandering
to find the words.
Satish Verma
• After leading the massacare of 57 people in southern island of Mindanao Philippines on
23rd Nov 09
Blood of martyrs dried in the plains
Died in the Valley Mountains
Fighting for independence
Injustices felt when migration arise
In the island of pearls
And in the land of promise
People were put in chaos
When their land grabbed out of laws
Immigrants view as dominant foes
Once an oasis of freedom
Is now a doom of ignorance?
When tyranny became lord of the land
People were driven out of their post
Were given just pinch of hope
To live life in woe forth
Oh the never ending story
Of the endless tyranny
Please leave this home happy!
This poem is dedicated to the people of Sulu and Mindanao
Kg. Bahagia, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
5:35- 6:35 pm, November 13. 07, Tuesday
In the realm of promise, Mindanao stands,
My native land, where dreams are born,
Yet soaked in innocent blood, her soil cries,
The promises many, yet few are done.
Amidst shadows they appear,
Stealthy, cunning warriors here,
Professed men of righteous might,
Yet their masks obscure the light.
In the cloak of faith they stand,
Deceitful hearts, a darkened brand,
Their decency, a veil untrue,
Innocent blood they'll soon imbue.
Beware the wolves in shepherd's guise,
Their twisted souls, a grave surprise,
For under virtue's guise they creep,
Betraying trust, their secrets keep.
Anguish pierces deep, on starry nights,
In cities or woods, a haunting sound,
Guns' bark and lights that shimmer bright,
Tear peace apart and hopes are frowned.
Is there a glimmer of hope for tomorrow,
When will wails of sorrow finally cease?
Praying for our children and their kin,
A chance for life in a land of lasting peace.
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