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Love is Coming

When a bee flies around the flowery garden;
                When zephyr from the sea breezes over;
	And when sunbeams slowly rising;
Oh I sense that love is coming.

                       When tiger and lioness yearningly play in the woodland;
		 When caged love birds so sweetly sing together;
	 And when from Asotea I see your mystic smile;
Gee! I feel love is getting nearer.

			When from above God stared at His Adam;
		  And look upon his need of companion;
	    ‘Till He let him sleep and break his rib;
     Then yes! I surely believe that love is here;
For out of it He created Eve.

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Sailing Towards Romblon

Eagerly we wait,-
As early as the sun mount,-
At the harbor’s plank.

After a short while…

We heard the Ferry’s hail
And shouted us, to come up!-
With our kits and bags!

While on the ship…

I look down and wave.
Then some men unknot the rope;
Ready now to cruise.

I and my buddies-
Walk around and watch the sea,
Here at the yacht’s ridge.

You know what?...

Midway of the sea,
Dolphins jumping, one by one,-
Then hurriedly plunged.

I exclaimed and said:
“Oh! What a wonderful sight!
What a wonderful God!

His creations declare-
The brilliance of His wisdom
And his love to man.”

The night falls…

The moon appears and-
Its light creates a crystal-
Sea in the calm night.

But suddenly…

Waves beneath, disturb
And cause me headache, as we’re-
Approaching Romblon.

Feeling as if the-
Ship is sinking, I quietly-
Prayed, I really begged.

Then I asked myself:
“How everything come to pass?
Does He always will?”

But at last!…

The dawn sets again.
And seems to utter its over;
Sunbeams gladly glare.

I saw friends rushing,
Getting their bags, moving down
From the Ferry’s lodge.
And then…

At the harbor’s coast,-
A man approached us, saying;
“Welcome to Romblon!”

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Devotion

THE SUNDAY MORNING PLEA

Sunbeams gently pierce my sleepy eyes,
Waking me up, whispering, “Arise! Arise!
Gather your tools, prepare your vision,
The children await your joyful mission.”

Ah, another day for learning’s delight,
A Sunday of teaching, shining bright.
Little ones I'll meet, with eager hearts,
To guide and mend their wandering parts.

First, I kneel in prayer, humbly I stay,
Asking Him to guide my way:
Grant me patience, enthusiasm, and grace,
Tenderness, fondness in every embrace.

The lessons I present, not just in books,
But with the passion that Jesus looks—
A loving heart for each child’s mind,
With every word, may they grow kind.

THE AFTERNOON DELIGHT

I watch my beginners, their talents unfold,
Their promise like sunlight, bold and gold.
As the sun climbs high, so do they,
I dream of their soaring, come what may.

The loving touch of my hands,
My embraces, my kisses, my reprimands,
Through guidance, they’ll learn and grow,
And leave with the wisdom I bestow.

THE TWILIGHT OF DESTINY

Though my juniors now take flight,
My teaching continues, day and night.
New faces will come, fresh and bright,
But I stand firm in my calling’s light.

What joy fills my heart when they kiss and hug,
Their warmth lingers, my spirit snug.
I now realize with gentle pride,
That my teachings are cherished far and wide.

Yet my deepest longing is to see once more,
Those who walked through my classroom door.
Wrinkled faces, silver hair,
I sit, reflecting in my rocking chair.

Though the years may blur their names,
And faces fade in time’s soft flames,
The bond we share, it will never die—
A memory that never says goodbye.

THE DAYLIGHT IN ETERNITY

I ask not for earthly reward,
For my labor is blessed by the Lord.
Faithful to His truth and plan,
My heart rests in His loving hand.

Now in heaven, before the Master I stand,
Among the faithful, guided by His hand.
I walk the aisle, and I see them smile,
Then hear the clapping, all the while.
A crown awaits, my work complete,
In eternal joy, my soul’s sweet.

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Joy, Purple and Simple

She sat unnoticed in the corner,
Strumming her guitar with quiet fervor.
Her name was called, and like a spark,
She ran toward us, youthful and stark.

Her hair, untamed, yet free with flair,
A boyish shirt and casual air.
Slimmed face, petite, with Asian eyes,
A modest flower beneath open skies.

Like a seed, her presence grew with time,
February passed, an ordinary climb.
She stood among us, shared her part,
Stories flowing, heart to heart.

I came to know her as my sister small,
And I, her brother, guiding through it all.
I was the director; she played her role,
But now I’m the bee, and she’s my soul.

At first, I sought another bloom,
But her uniqueness brightened the room.
I confessed, though her petals cried,
A fragile beauty she could not hide.

Love, like a plant, grew strong within,
By August, the waiting would begin.
She sat with me in a cozy café,
Sipped her drink, her shyness in display.

Why her, of all the flowers near?
Her charm so simple, her essence clear.
She loves purple, a playful hue,
And in her simplicity, I found my truth.

This poem is but an introduction,
A love story born of pure affection.
Each passing day, my heart proclaims,
Her beauty, her spirit, etched in my veins.

A name engraved, a melody to enjoy,
Three letters long—my heart’s Joy.
Purple and simple, yet endlessly rare,
Forever my love, beyond compare.

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Haiku Maxim for Everyday Life

Relax, seriously
Don’t waste your time in doing 
Things in a hurry 

If you’re being late
Because of heavy traffic
Think of those at your back

The best thing to do
When being late in filing
Is to act and pray

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All Lies and Whys

My heart deceives me once again,
I write my poems, but in vain.
I thought my words could bring you near,
That my verse would make you hear.

But still, you stand, silent and cold,
Like an ancient statue, carved in gold,
Perched in an old fountain, still at midnight,
Unmoved by my pleading, fading light.

And here I am, like a lonely moon,
Looking down, wishing for you to swoon.
Begging, as a child begs for grace—
Just you and I, walking by the sea’s embrace.

But the moon, too, is lonely in the sky,
Unworthy of its glow, asking "Why?"

My heart can imagine such dreams,
Yet still, vanity clouds my schemes.
Vanity, vanity, all in vain,
Lies and questions cause the pain.

Why can’t I reach you?
Why does my heart remain mute?
I can't speak with words alone,
Afraid to share what's deep and unknown.

Ah, I see now—your heart belongs to him,
A man born for you, your destined hymn.
But that's not me, it’s never been me,
A cruel truth, sinking into the sea.

Oh, poor heart of mine, full of gloom,
Hopeless again, trapped in this doom.

In this dark, cold, endless night,
I watch you fade from my sight,
As I sit beneath this dying tree,
Its thorns creeping, claiming me.

They crawl up my feet, my back,
Tightening around me, no turning back.
My chest, my arms, they bind me still,
My legs, my head, against my will.

I scream, I cry, I wish to flee,
To run to you, and set me free.

But then, as I call your name in vain,
I feel the thorns release their chain.
I rise from the darkness, my soul reborn,
No longer broken, no longer torn.

My heart, once a whisper, now a roar,
I’ll find my own way, my own shore.

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Let the New Year Come

(Dedicated to the Filipino Youth)

Our years of youthful yonder—
carry the mark of strength and beauty.
Like ancient, unwavering mountains,
no force can shake us, no storm can bend us.

Our years of noble sacrifice —
bear the weight of wisdom and menace.
Like the clever, tireless ant in summer daze,
Rizal’s pen a throne of heroes’ embrace.

Our years of patriots and warriors—
roar with Bonifacio’s unbending valor.
Like lions prowling the open fields,
we stand our ground, unyielding to fear.

But our years—
have fallen into darkness.
Like endless nights without the promise of dawn,
we stumble, we falter, we fall.

And our years—
We felt as though we should not come.
Like fleeting bubbles that burst and vanish.
We have wished to reverse our path.

Where are the years-
of no gadgets, but a field pool of friends?
Life has turned into a lonely crypt.
A sorrowful prison enclosing our grip.

Where are the years-
of honor and pride?
We have become like withering grass,
trampled underfoot, trembling, out of gas.

Oh, return our years to us!
You who gave us life and breath—
Like seeds buried deep in the soil,
revive us, anoint us with Your Holy Oil.

Restore the years-
when love for country burned like fire.
As a mother shields her child from storms,
we dream of seeing Her freed and dignified.

As the new year dawns-
strive for what is right,
Like kites soaring in freedom's democracy—
Unafraid to face tomorrow’s tyranny.
For we place our trust in You Almighty.

Oh, years of bicycles and oak trees —
Where have they gone?
Bring them back to us, O gracious Lord.

Breathe the passion we once lost.
Remember You, Creator’s host.
Let the new year come— don’t close.

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Haiku Maxim for Everyday Life

HAIKU MAXIMS FOR EVERYDAY TRANSACTIONS      

To deal with someone 
Don’t volunteer the problem
Let them ask for it

When you want to get
All the results in one time
Get the checklist once

If you want trouble
Create enemies, but if 
Not, create friendships

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The World in A Tunnel

Cold walls line the filthy, darkened highway underground,
A breathless void, where daylight never makes a sound.
No leafy shroud to cloak my weary, rugged frame,
Dilated eyes, weak, trembling, and steeped in nameless shame.

I stagger on, my gaze a frantic, fearful sweep,
A rat squeaks, scurrying beneath my calloused feet.
A hand claws at my tattered bed sheet, sharp and cold,
Despair erupts—I cry for help, no hand to hold.

The night persists, its shadows choking every air,
An endless labyrinth, no solace, no escape to dare.
Hope, a fragile thread, is severed, faith undone,
Until a tiny glimmer breaks—a promise of the sun.

I race toward the light, its pull an urgent plea,
But footsteps echo—others run, and now they’re chasing me.
Whispers coil, screams pierce, a baby’s wailing cry,
The fragile glow is swallowed, lost within the tide.

And in that moment, truth descends—a heavy weight:
The darkness isn’t night alone, but woven into fate.
Burdens crush, deceit defiles, and spirits lose their fire,
The voices all around me sing of madness, not desire.

In this unending, bleak abyss beneath the ground,
We yearn for hope, yet drown in shadows that surround.
Still, faint and distant, light persists beyond the veil,
But bound in chains, our feet can't follow, frail and pale.

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Haiku maxim for everyday life

Expect the sudden  
Pray for preparedness of heart 
For time has power

When you’re spending
Pay out exact expenses
Do it first in your home

Perfectionism
Is daunting to execute
Excellence requires not