894.
Pag-asa kay San Judas Tadeo
Oh San Judas Tadeo
Isang Santo ng Pag-asa
Apostol ni Hesukristo
Humihiling ako sa iyo
O Santo ng Israel
Na ako ay muling magkatrabaho
Tinulungan mo ang mga walang pag-asa
Tulungan mo rin ako
Oh maaasahang Santo ng Pag-asa.
-10/24/2025
(Dumarao)
*9 Santo ng Pag-asa
893.
Pag-asa kay San Ambrosio
Oh San Ambrosio
Isang Santo ng Pag-asa
Sa Milan Obispo
Humihiling ako sa iyo
O Santo ng Alemanya
Na ako ay muling magkatrabaho
Tinulungan mo ang mga dukha
Tulungan mo rin ako
Oh matulunging Santo ng Pag-asa.
-10/23/2025
(Dumarao)
*9 Santo ng Pag-asa
892.
Pag-asa kay San Juan Pablo Ikalawa
Oh San Juan Pablo Ikalawa
Isang Santo ng Pag-asa
Santo Papa na Santo pa
Humihiling ako sa iyo
O Santo ng Polonya
Na ako ay muling magkatrabaho
Tinulungan mo ang Simbahang Katolika
Tulungan mo rin ako
Oh mahabaging Santo ng Pag-asa.
-10/22/2025
(Dumarao)
*9 Santo ng Pag-asa
891.
Pag-asa kay San Carlo Acutis
Oh San Carlo
Isang Santo ng Pag-asa
Unang Millennial na Santo
Humihiling ako sa iyo
O Santo ng Italya
Na ako ay muling magkatrabaho
Tinulungan mo ang Eukaristiya
Tulungan mo rin ako
Oh maawaing Santo ng Pag-asa.
-10/21/2025
(Dumarao)
*9 Santo ng Pag-asa
864.
Pag-asa kay San Jose ng Dumarao
(1) Noong naghahanap ako
Ng ikapito kong trabaho
Nagnobena ako sa Simbahan ng Dumarao
At humiling kay San Jose dito
Na bigyan ako muli ng trabaho
(2) Nakinig Siya sa panalangin ko
Ako ay muling nakapagtrabaho
Sa aming munisipyo
Kahit noon ay nag-resign ako dito
Pangalawang pagkakataon ko na ito
(3) Oh! Purihin ang Dios ko
Purihin si San Jose ng Dumarao
Salamat sa Inyo
Sa pagdinig ng panalangin ko
Purihin at pasalamatan Kayo
(4) Tulungan Niyo rin po
Ang ibang naging gaya ko
Na walang trabaho
Tulungan Niyo rin ang mga ito
Kapag nagnobena rin sila sa Iyo
(5) Upang ang purihin ay Kayo
Upang ang pasalamatan ay Kayo
Kayo ang pag-asa ng mga ito
Oh! Dios ko patunayan Niyo
Na may "Pag-asa kay San Jose ng Dumarao".
-03/19/2025
(Dumarao)
*Feast Day of San Jose...
4 of 5 "Jubileo ng Pag-asa" poem
Evening settles along San Antonio’s River Walk
where the river has carried centuries~
Payaya canoes gliding through reeds,
Franciscan friars mapping water to mission,
stone masons shaping banks
that would one day cradle a city.
The water moves with its old patience,
green and unhurried,
bearing the memory of every hand
that once depended on its flow.
Cypress roots clutch the earth
the way they did long before
the first chapel bells rang.
Bridges replace where footpaths once wound.
Boats slip past,
their lights shimmering like stories
recalling river foraging,
and irrigation lifelines
I feel how the river gathers every era~
Indigenous footsteps,
mission bells, and
modern dusk~
The place seems almost sacred,
not through grandeur,
but through the
quiet and faithful way
it keeps passing moments
in the curve of its water.
191.
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
Twinkle, twinkle: the screen-blue faces,
constellating darkened spaces -
dazzled gentlemen and ladies,
shining like the group Pleiades.
But liquid crystal blinds these ‘stars’
from seeing the real ones high and far.
Light pollution - heavy distraction -
allows to be seen just a small sad fraction
of all the night puts on display;
And the San of Africa, so they say,
see more than seven of the sisters blue,
twice more, and if this turns out true,
it’s because their eyes have never been
myopically washed out by a screen.
My heart was unduly fixated upon success
At first, I fail to give him my best
"I don't have time", was my protest
I was a young man at the time
In time, I found gold of a different kind
In California, I learned that I was out of line
My first citing revealed a man filled with pain
I quickly learned that Reuben was his name
For him, every day was more of the same
Love demands that we do the best we can
But at first, I was too blind to understand
That God had sent me a homeless man
Some people leave their hearts in San Francisco
Other people find their hearts in San Francisco
40 years ago, I found my heart in San Francisco
In lands of sun, a city stands apart,
A rare and misty jewel of human art.
Not built on easy plains or common ground,
But where the sea and golden hills are found.
The fog rolls in, a phantom, cool and grey,
To shroud the towers at the close of day.
It moves like the past, through the single gates,
A whispered mystery that the hour waits.
Its hills are vertical, a winding dream,
With cable cars that climb against the stream.
Victorian houses, daubed bright and bold,
A story in each cornice, we are told.
Where tech and grit in restless union meet,
And every vista feels, a brand new feat.
From Coit’s peak to the bridge’s arching wire,
San Francisco sets the rare soul on fire.
A compact wonder, singular and grand,
The rarest city in this western land.
I rode my first rice burner bike
beyond the wild blue yonder
going solo the only way to go
on a red 50cc Honda
as being part of a bike brotherhood
was never in my repertoire
and moving on in Hawaii
my next was a 650 Yamaha
my last tho' fairly fast
in fact still quite nifty
on the hills of San Francisco
was a black Suzuki 550
if a motorcycle means personal freedom
of the road stretching out ahead
why do so many feel the need
to ride in packs instead?
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Great Author: W.B. YEATS
Feral pigs
animal that ate
San Antonio
In yonder sights
tiptoe dainty desires
upon the svelte shimmers
of a sultry sunrise sway.
In yonder reach
a rousing rapture rages
against repressions,
the verve of an ardor
tapping against time -
and time -
again.
In yonder, lay
the blend of skins
tangled in delirium
soothed over sighs.
The yonder, sought,
seeps through glances
with thoughts to seduce -
a trail that simmers.
S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me!
A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me.
N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea!
F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be!
R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality.
A~ As full, white clouds, we brought glimmering hope to humanity.
N~ Nights, we honored the stars and earth, with wonder and humility.
C~ Concerned were we, starting projects to end hunger, compassionately!
I~ I was more than blessed to participate in these fulfilling days of glory.
S~ Scents of fresh, amazing anitsef,another aromatic, scented story.
C~ Compassion not competitive these loving memories do be.
O~ Or it seemed like not a city at all, but anthologically, some divine country!
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