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Oh Archdemon Leviathan, accept my abomination!
You who are appointed as “Regent of Envy”
I do not want something for me not meant to be
You long for things which are not yours truly
I do not need anything for me not worthy!
You drown yourself with despair & misery
I surrender everything not fit for me!

-03/12/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
My Poem No. 356
Oh Archdemon Lucifer, accept my abomination!
You who are popular as “Prince of Pride”
I do not want the way you confide!
You like to be worship from God aside
I do not need the light at your side!
You shame yourself with the outlook you can’t hide
I deride your ascension, descend like a tide!

-07/08/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
My Poem No. 352
Oh Archdemon Mammon, accept my abomination!
You who are crowned as “Lord of Greed”
I do not want the abuses you heed!
You covet for everything above your need
I do not need the excesses you feed!
You make yourself miserable & desperate indeed
I renounce such rich excretions of your filthy seed!

-07/09/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
My Poem No. 353
Oh Archdemon Satan, accept my abomination!
You who are enthroned as “King of Anger”
I do not want those thoughts from a spoiler!
You yearn to assault the One above there
I do not need those feelings from a monster!
You destroy yourself and cause your minions to suffer
I reject your invitation to join the battle against heaven’s ruler!

-03/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
My Poem No. 355
I have written poems of love for community
For God, for family, for nature, for country
But it’s the first one for 1 person like thee

This is the first time that I’m gonna express
The truest beat of my heart – nothing more, nothing less
For a person who truly gives me happiness

Yes, you make me glad everytime I see your face
But it’s your whole body I wanna embrace
This is the first time I feel this kind of craze

Stronger than any previous feeling of infatuation
This one is a different sense of admiration
‘Coz it’s the first & only one that entered my illusion

An illusion called “dream” when I am sleeping
A taste of heaven while I am resting
The highest pleasure for any human being

But again it’s an illusion that never satisfies
The crave of flesh that my soul defies
With such frustration, my whole body cries

Yet, it’s okay if you I cannot have
‘Coz I don’t wanna engage in a forbidden love
And I’ve decided to be just a single dove

A single dove till the day of my demise
I’ll never hope for you even if time flies
You’re just until the reach of my hopeless eyes

It’s enough that you’ve entered my dream
I cannot have you even if I scream
Can’t fill my cup to the brim

Must not drown in the soup of my own
Must not let the sensation pass through the bone
Must not let the magma spill over the cone

Your “Super Saiyan” face is for my eyes only
Even your 6-pack abs and super hero body
Find a perfect girl for your perfect masculinity

Your manliness which first struck me 4 years past
When in Padagyaw you gracefully danced
With your protruding height and muscles robust

Since then everytime I see you, there’s chill inside
But this feeling so shameful I must hide
Myself is overtaken by showy pride

When I was still in Teacher Education
I await the days of examination
‘Coz that would be the chance to see you thereon

And I never imagined that you can be
A student who will be under me
‘Coz I never surmised to be in Criminology

Now that I’m here, I can see you more frequently
How it makes my days complete & happy
From daily stresses you have set me free

With your “astig looks”, first thought you’re a snob
But I was wrong ‘coz you’re cheerful like Sponge Bob
Polite & helpful too…Thanks for being part of my job

Never can I forget the day when you helped me
To correct exam sched & deliver bluebooks that are heavy
Thanks gentleman! You’re marked in my history!

Let me say sorry too for this sensual feeling
I don’t mean to pervert your manly being
You’re just so adorable & captivating

You are the most handsome student for me
No one has surpassed your astonishing beauty
So for my neglect, I apologize heavily

Yes, I regret too the day of not choosing you
To represent our department in Mr. CapSU
That was our big chance to overtake TED blue

For not giving you such big opportunity
To make proud of your handsome face & body
I’m so sorry, a really big sorry

May in the future you’ll find someone
Who will grant your beauty a place in the sun
Never again to be disregarded by everyone

‘Coz of all the men in my fantasy
You are the best! The one and only!
Maintain your stature! Be the best you can be!

Oh my Adonis! Oh my Hyacinth! You’re so bright!
Make your character as noticeable as your height!
Impress and inspire, my Charming Knight!

-02/08/2015
(Dumarao)
My Poem No. 331
Oh Archangel Chamuel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are recognized as “Propagator of Love”
Share with me the affectionate heart you have
Bless me with God’s pink ray of charity
Be my versatile vessel of kindness & generosity
With your bountiful basket, let my body & soul feed
From St. Louis in Missouri, grant me the grace I need!

-03/03/205
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
My Poem No. 347
Oh Archangel Gabriel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are heralded as “Harbinger of Divine Revelation”
Reveal unto me the secret of eternal salvation
Cleanse me with God’s white ray of purity
Be my cleansing courier when my sins are covering me
With your truthful tidings, raise me up from the grave
From the Ascension Temple of Luxor in Egypt, deliver your hoping slave!

-03/04/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
My Poem No. 348
Oh Archangel Jophiel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are known as “Keeper of Wisdom”
Preserve in me the knowledge of heavenly kingdom
Inspire me with God’s yellow ray of illumination
Be my ideal inspiration in every challenging situation
With your luminous lamp, brighten my path towards righteousness
From the Central Plains of China, shower me with unfading brightness!

-03/02/2015
(Dumarao)
My Poem No. 346
Oh Archangel Michael, receive my adoration!
Thou who are hailed as “Defender of Faith”
Fight for me against malicious being & malignant wraith
Cover me with God’s blue ray of protection
Be my ardent armor at times of trial & temptation
With your shining sword, cut me from the chains of the devil
From Canadian Rockies at Banff, make haste when my soul is in peril!

-02/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
My Poem No. 345
Oh Archangel Raphael, receive my adoration!
Thou who are proclaimed as “Doctor of the Afflicted”
Remove me from the chastisement of the dead
Wipe me with God’s green ray of healing
Be my miraculous medic when I am suffering
With your saving staff, touch my ailing soul & body
From Fatima in Portugal, cure & rejuvenate me!

-03/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
My Poem No. 349
Oh Archangel Uriel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are acknowledged as “Ambassador of Peace”
Bring upon me a delivering & forgiving soul free of malice
Illuminate me with God’s purple ray of serenity
Be my placid pacifier when the world is troubling me
With your tranquil torch, enlighten me when my heart & mind are vexed
From the Tatra Mountains, come to me when I am perplexed!

-03/06/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
My Poem No. 350
Oh Archangel Zadkiel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are trumpeted as “Bringer of Joy”
Goad towards me the beings who don’t annoy
Tickle me with God’s violet ray of happiness
Be my cheerful clown during my hours of loneliness
With your sheathed saber, prevent me from excruciating pain
From the Temple of Purification, rescue me from untimely bane!

-03/07/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
My Poem No. 351
Once I called myself “Illuminati”
Of the god attendant “Annunaki”
Whence I said “stupid majority”
To the fellowmen of my country

For once I considered me a decoy
Of someone high who can employ
A major disturbance against PNoy
Just like playing cards for toy

Ungrateful, unthankful – they labeled me
Parables laden to rebuke discreetly
As the said majority surrounds me
Drained I all of temerity

Mine – four months of transgression
Theirs – eighteen months of retribution
Forlorn me to concise perdition
Hear my call of reconciliation!

Now this moment of abeyance & disconnectivity
I can feel how my country hates me
Watching the extent of my stupidity
Eat & sleep idly to eternity?!

-07/07/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
My Poem No. 158
My Father, like the usual other
Wants to show he is a hardowrker

I know his rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags tragedy

When I began to be world conscious
His presence I consider precious

When still a child I never sleep
When he’s not yet hope from work and trip

I even used to take a night bath
To welcome him back

And I’ll smell good when he kisses me
Shaved beard, moustache – my cheeks make itchy

Yet, I was always excited ‘coz
There’s always a pasalubong dose

Gatorade, Chokolait, other drinks
Canned Bear Brand – we chill and drink contest

After Sunday Mass in Five Wounds Church
He would buy me goto and Yakult

I missed too his ‘pinapaitan”
While in Las Piñas was the last one

When Angel and SM Southmall born
Jollibee was Sunday hour sojourn

What I only hate during weekends
I was tasked to pick his white hair strands

Once he told me tales of Dumarao
And when we’re already here now

I felt a little bit of jealous
To my cousins whom he seemed so close

Worse, I was annoyed of his hobbies
Which for me, costly, can cause disease

I succeed not to follow his flaw
Thanks God who understands I forgo

Whatever bad things I have in me
Have done to others and/or Thee

It’s not my father’s fault anymore
So God please save him from dishonor

For I still love Tatay with all my heart!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 72
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the fertile soil of light and heat
Where my organs and flesh the worms will eat
Like organic fertilizer be consumed from juice to meat!
To the barren ground of rock and dust
Where my blood and bones diminish onto the earth’s crust
Like an old iron gradually degrading into useless rust!

-03/16/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My Poem No. 360
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the turbulent stream, river, sea or ocean
Where I’ll become feed to fish, mollusk or crustacean
Like Jack of Titanic who was never seen again!
To the silent pond, lake, pool or well
Where I’ll dilute & dissolve trapped in a shell
Like Sadako of Japan haunting a vessel!

-03/17/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My Poem No. 361
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the scorching yard of God’s enemies
Where I will be slave to diabolic royalties
Like an acolyte of Warcraft Undead who summon atrocities!
To the spiritual crematorium of demons who ****
Where I will be prisoner to a jail of no escape
Like Prometheus of Greek Myth as mournful as a crape!

-03/19/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My Poem No. 363
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the realm of nothingness, nothingness, nothingness
Where I will be occupied by emptiness, emptiness
Like a blank sheet of paper – forsaken & meaningless!
To the space of nothingness, nothingness, nothingness
Where I will be visited by loneliness, loneliness
Like a cup with no water – forgotten & useless!

-03/32/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My Poem No. 365
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the garden of agony for unclean spirits
Where I will be chastised for all of my guilts
Like a lowly worm being fed with *****!
To the garrison of misery for heavy souls
Where I will be tortured with burning coals
Like a war captive overwhelmed by troubles!

-03/20/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My Poem No. 364
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the body of a plant or tree
Where I cannot talk, smell, think, feel, hear & see
Like Narcissus who could no longer express his praise for own beauty!
To the body of a beast or animal
Where I cannot reason out and worship the Eternal
Like Kingkong whose belief & faith just gains distrust & disapproval!

-03/15/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My Poem No. 359
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To a forest or a mountain or a cave
Where I make mother nature my own grave
Like an elemental who causes fear to those who misbehave!
To a hospital or an office or an abandoned building
Where I treat man-made structure my own dwelling
Like a ghost who gives goosebumps to those who are living!

-03/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
My Poem No. 362
Many times in my life
My teeth have been a strife

It brought me too much pain
That made me quite insane

From childhood to my teen
My teeth so bad have been

‘Coz everytime it aches
Trouble to me it makes

I want to pull it out
I want to make a shout

Root canal and fillings
Cleanings and extractings

All those I’ve undergone
Until mostly are gone

False teeth when I was teen
True now only thirteen

New denture just last year
Extracts without a tear

Yes, extractions – painless
I also had paid less

To this dentist in town
Who comforts like a clown

Doctor Baticados
Amazing serving boss…

You’re my idol dentist
The best among the rest!

-11/29/2013
(Dumarao)
*grinding/molars just extracted painlessly
My Poem No. 233
Dumarao – teen and adult abode
Where memories are both good and bad

My gratefulness when I received from thee
School honor garnered unexpectedly

But in exchange I got few friends only
Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely

Our improved house resembling a prison
My routine changed, I was in derision

The field not ours was developed further
Without buying it from the landowner

Father’s money were quickly exhausted
Everynight’s like party – glasses toasted

Foods that we should eat – to animals fed
Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead

So there emerged our sari-sari store
Which I needed also to take care for

Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot
To redeem my lost school honor I plot

Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen
In school competitions where we should win

After all, tragic OLSI memory
Taught me never again to be bossy

And when I was already in UP
My vow in life was full humility

On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao
On weekends, I went back to Dumarao

Where life was still and moving in slow pace
So when I thought I was behind the race

Worked even before I marched from college
On government office even low wage

Not disappointed, but discontented
To Metro Manila I bravely fled

Tutor in Korean Academy
Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly

At those times of blatant stupidity
To home once again with my family

Maybe fate wants me to be here
Dumarao’s love for me may be sincere

And I think I’m also loving thee now
If our love fails again, there’s broken vow

Now, your weakness I slowly understand
My test of faith I patiently withstand.

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 70
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, ***-***
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
My Poem No. 69
My Mother, maybe like the others
Is conscious in family matters

I know her rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags-tragedy

When I began to be world conscious
Her presence – I was sometimes anxious

For she used to be irritable
Making my simple flaws terrible

Occasionally, she shouts at me
Eventhough I am not far from thee

Yet, my mother’s ever generous
She’s the one who used to buy me toys

Like Tatay, she’ll not make me hungry
That’s my parents’ greatest legacy

Besides that, to her I attribute
My college institute

She worked for almost twenty-four hours
Burned too much her delicate eyebrows

I regret I still can’t compensate
Everything she had done for me great

If given chance to reincarnate
I want for myself to be a straight

So that I’ll not be again her guilt!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 73
Lord, abet me put aside
The vain and frivolous pride
I nurture within me inside

Lord, do not allow to seed
Vicious barnacles of greed
Eventhough I am in need

Lord, erase the vanity
Revealed by mask of envy
Searing me to atrophy

Lord, shield me from glaring gust
Of humid, temperate lust
For it taints my soul with rust

Lord, allow not to gather
In my heart and mind anger
Make it lag, take it faster

Lord, let me not be clumsy
Due to frisky gluttony
Horror of obesity

Lord, shun me from insolence
Brought by putrid indolence
Rip this slough of negligence.

-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*reflective mood
My Poem No. 57
What makes me happy
Is in the end to see
Everyone happy about me

What makes me angry
Is still unclear to me
I need more self-scrutiny

What makes me sad
To quench somehow also hard
Of course – things that are bad

This is simply me!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection…I composed these 16 poems while paranoid, thinking that I’m going to die the next time I sllep for it was made after a night of terrible nightmare which I thought I couldn’t be awakened. This series of poems was done in one sitting! I was even absent from work because I felt ill.
My Poem No. 75
When she was born, they think I’m jealous
I used to pinch her skin like pillows

Maybe I am really abnormal
Her ******* up face sometimes makes me smile

Since a baby until she’s teenage
I fill her days with frivolous rage

I hope her misery would end soon
I think to her I am not a boon

In deep reality I feel sad
Everytime when Angel’s not around

Although I cursed her million times
I never regret her birth sublime

She’s God’s blessing whom I should cherish!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 74
Nakamit pagiging Doktor sa Ekonomika
Propesora bago maging Pangalawang Pangulo
Inulan ng Protesta, niyanig ng kudeta
Subalit pinanatili katatagan ng gobierno.

-12/29/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Pilak Collection
My Poem No. 299
I’m neglected & condemned ‘coz I’m born a wretch & rascal
Whose life is sheathed & ******* with insults & betrayal
But after I get my millions of money
I’ll build an enterprise not yet in history
I’ll buy trust, respect, love & loyalty
And all those forsakers come back to me
The New World shall witness the rise of a pawn
The Father God is my fair godfather bringing a new dawn!

-06/17/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems for Ultimate Victory Collection
My Poem No. 369
Nagtagumpay sa kursong abogasya
Negosyador bago naging Pangalawang Pangulo
Araw ng Kalayaan naging Hunyo 12 ang petsa
Napalawak serbisyo, naitatag MaPhilIndo.

-12/24/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Pilak Collection
My Poem No. 294
Nobiembre 2015 –
Ika-14, ihahandog kay Mi ang 7-7-7 regalo
Para sa nalalapit na kaarawan nito
Ika-15, magpapa-picture ang MiJo
Para sa huling CGI Artworks nito
Ika-16, paghahandog ng pangalawang 7-7-7 obra maestra
Ika-18, huling pagtatagpo habang APEC Summit sa bansa!

-11/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*7th MiJo poem
My Poem No. 403
Behold the 1 you want to become more
In your eyes I am a hateful wild boar
But in truth, I can even never be a melee warrior
My physique is not fit for a gladiator
Nor for a bloodthirsty matador!

-11/20/2014
(Dumarao)
*My ****** Poems Collection
My Poem No. 280
Pray for the 1 facing slaughter
Whose blood they want to spill over
Whose flesh they want to spread everywhere
Whose bones they want to dismember
That they will be stopped by God up there!

-11/22/2014
(Dumarao)
*My ****** Poems Collection
My Poem No. 282
Listen to the 1 whose blood is screaming
Against those who plan to make death terrifying
This chain of vengeance is the one worth breaking
Its vicious trail is not worth following
The reason blood undergoes clotting!

-11/21/2014
(Dumarao)
*My ****** Poems Collection
My Poem No. 281
Obey God for He is our Creator
Love Him as well as our neighbor
Grant mercy to those in need physically
Show mercy to those in need spiritually
For He is all-merciful and so we also must
His kindness & forgiveness always outlast
Blessed are those who obey God!

-11/26/2015
(Dumarao)
*16th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
My Poem No. 409
Almighty God Creator
Only You whom we adore
Other gods – there is no more!

When everything was nothing
Already there existing
Beginning of beginning

And when everything was born
Then nothingness Thee adorn
Thy sake was never forlorn

As civilizations thrive
New generations arrive
Alongwith them, Thee survive

While everything continues
Thy omnipresence subdues
All existence it imbues

Thy prowess shall still extend
All faults and flaws, still Ye mend
Until Thy creations end!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 60
Almighty God our Watcher
We bow to You forever
You’re alone our prime master!

Thy breath is source of our life
Thy light spurs our sacred strife
Thy grace eternally rife

Thy wings spread all throughout
The universe which Thee clout
Against prying evil’s snout

Thy eyes constantly watchful
On everything deem sinful
For Thy righteousness must rule

Thy words are like swords of fire
Striking pain on wrong desire
Useful virtue we acquire

God’s manifest of control
Fill with goodness every soul
Steer us, Your faithful people!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 62
Almighty God our Savior
You deserve our great honor
Your mercy is Thy splendor!

Human form of God up there
Teacher, doctor, messenger
Manifest divine power

Like us, He eats, walks and sleeps
Laughs, gets angry, even weeps
Feet get hurt while tending sheeps

Being listened to and mocked
Believed, received, deceived, knocked
Driven-delayed, hastened-cocked

Subjected to mortal loss
Whose bones, flesh and blood compose
Sweat, tear, pain and timed repose

While Satan here still survives
With us to whom he connives
We’ll wait ‘til Jesus arrives!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 61
Oh Jesus, King of Faith
Thou are sent by God the Great
Thy Spirit is our greatest soulmate

Oh Jesus, King of Hope
Thou grant us light with no scope
Thy Sacred Heart’s fire never says nope

Oh Jesus, King of Charity
Thou are the spring of generosity
Thy heart is overflowing with mercy

Oh Jesus, King of Prudence
Thou guard us against malevolence
Thy rod is our guide to benevolence

Oh Jesus, King of Justice
Thou strike the sinners with right chastise
Thy judgment is free of any malice

Oh Jesus, King of Fortitude
Thou help us form proper attitude
Thy strength endures great magnitude

Oh Jesus, King of Temperance
Thou give to evil no single chance
Thy purity must have resemblance.

-11/23/2014
(Dumarao)
*Christ the King Sunday
My Poem No. 283
Oh Mary, Mother of Faith
You taught us to obey God
Your humble submission we congratulate

Oh Mary, Mother of Hope
You offered us God’s Messiah
Your fruit of salvation we interlope

Oh Mary, Mother of Charity
You granted us God’s abundant grace
Your genuine generosity we credit sincerely

Oh Mary, Mother of Prudence
You confirmed us that you are guided by God
Your sinlessness we adore with magnificence

Oh Mary, Mother of Justice
You imparted us God’s impartial mercy
Your intercession we always please

Oh Mary, Mother of Fortitude
You showed us patience amidst God’s trials
Your endurance we praise with servitude

Oh Mary, Mother of Temperance
You astounded us with your chastity before God
Your immaculate heart we want to glance.

-09/08/2013
(Dumarao)
*for Mama Mary’s Birthday
My Poem No. 224
Come, tell me
How better your parents can be

I do not say I’ve got
The perfect ones and you’re not

It’s just that I want to boast
The people who are to me host

They are my Nanay & Tatay
Who will never allow me to die

It’s only for them I offer my years
I spent for nothing maybe, but full of cheers

I may not look cheerful
But my heart with hope is full

They didn’t want to make me hungry
And want to give the best they can be

Whatever bad things or words they get from me
However good to others I may seem to be

It’s only my parents who have my best love.

-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*Second Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 81
Got thee at the façade
Of my father’s stone abode –

This day in world history
Important for somebody
England’s future king & queen
Just got their Royal Weddin’
While writing this poem of mine
They’re in their reception shine

Just after watching TV
I got this white pen with me
To write this poem of this month
With flower that’s not fragrant
Which I picked this afternoon
Knowing Royal Wedding’s soon

That’s ‘coz I’d no more reason
This month just went on and on
Without any occasion
Wherein I can attend on

So this fourth flora’s unique
Like a lid, like a gimmick.

-04/29/2011
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
My Poem No. 40
Got thee on Feb’s final day
In CapSU when clouds are gray –

Got no flower before thee
On Valentine’s Day must be
When my Ramayan students
On program displayed talents
Where showered they some flowers
For Rama-Sita lovers

But after presentation
My mind forgot its mission
Oh flower of February
Alas! Why you slipped from me?
Need to think another day
What’ver flower come what may

Days passed not so important
To get one I’m reluctant
Resolved to wait ‘til last day
And found one on a pathway

After logged out from admin
To lib while JS pendin!

-02/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
My Poem No. 38
Got two flowers before thee
From Uncle Jake’s eulogy –

The first one was yesterday
At ‘bout twelve-thirty midday
In front CapSU-D Admin
Where with others ‘twas standin’
But inside my shirt’s pocket
Pumped already when I get

So this day his burial
While in offering floral
When with others I aligned
Got another of same kind
Along with “Lead Me Lord” song
Unnoticed amidst the throng

After got the second one
At post-necro sun was gone
To cemetery onward
For minutes, rain poured so hard
Carless, like us, stopped awhile
Till sun again showed its smile

Burial to be continued
On cemetery we should
After Uncle Jake’s son cried
Last bundles I picked with pride
Thought me I’ll change my flower
But oh! I’d to turn over

And oh! Poked Nene Intan
I got again another one
Of same color, same specie
White orchid – I got with glee
Then finally, I threw it
Inward my Uncle Jake’s pit

Yet now that I have my third
Its origin turned absurd
Confusion into my mind
Memory wants a rewind
From where did I really take
This orchid for Uncle Jake –

Was it from those turned over?...
Or from the stem thrown under?...
Anyway, this white orchid
Is for sure my greatest bid –
It heard the priest’s liturgy
Being teacher’s praiseworthy.

-01/22/11
(Dumarao)
*wants a unique poetry habit: Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
My Poem No. 37
Got thee at ‘bout four-thirty
While clouds are gray & rainy –

Oh how I missed my real plan
TED Orientation was gone
Flower there must be better
Event’s worth to remember
It was because of nonsense
Momentum near decadence

This time I was in hurry
So I must be not sorry
Slip not oh flower of June
Despite bad weather, there’s boon
And oh I can’t imagine
There’s something red & glowin’

While alone in Amang Hall
A little drizzle, befall
Sitting in front computer
Door’s open, saw I flower

Went out for awhile to get
Red santan bundle that’s wet.

-06/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
My Poem No. 45
Got thee on so-called Lit. Day
At second Ramayan play –

Oh how this day tested me
When time came, not yet ready
8 AM our program must
Most unprepared, oh aghast
Others were out the junction
Sounds went into malfunction

Disappointed superiors
Extended out their clamors
And moved the program further
Towards a one noon after
Thanks God there’s no more trial
Lit. Day flowed through its final

Proud of my BEED IV
With their guts & splendor
But when everything’s over
Cendy left flower scepter

Then Lorie Jean picked it up
Saw it timely, got asap.

-03/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
My Poem No. 39
Got thee on twentieth May
At town hall’s façade you lay –

I planned this day to get you
Possible that we can do
For Summer Class Finale
Notable activity
Related to a lesson
The Church – Social Dimension

In white t-shirt we look neat
When we were almost complete
Under the shade while we wait
For others who seemed so late
And without hesitation
Proceeded I election

Little yellow bloom I picked
From green grasses where it sticked
So far it’s the tiniest
And obviously the humblest

Then we went to town’s parish
That moment we should cherish!

-05/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
My Poem No. 41
Got thee on Foundation Day
Twenty-nine years our school stay

Worth to remember indeed
It must be something to heed
One year past, I was there last
But joined event, not yet must
Because on that time before
I was not yet a member

But this time can’t imagine
This occasion I’m now in
Last year I was also there
CapSU-Dumarao dreamer
On that time just applying
Too Gaisano opening

Oh this flower’s memorial
My bio’s historical
First shake hand with Gov. Tanco
Saw Congressman Haresco

Got thee just after my lunch
At Tanco Resort – from bunch.

-10/15/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
My Poem No. 54
Oh God to You I strongly implore
To strengthen the throne of our governor
And in his domain to accept me once more

For when I have left from his secure
On my quest for a greener pasture
I had carelessly bitten their enemy’s lure

Oh God to You I sincerely pray
To raise up ABS-CBN like GMA
And their big pipz to me shall never play

For I accused them of being unfair
By having with a party a something affair
I hope to that matter they’ll put no more care

Oh God to You I truthfully entreat
To set Liberal Party where no one can beat
And that from me they’ll never retreat

For when I tried to abandon them
And acted as a rebel with mayhem
I’ve proven I can‘t live without their tandem

Oh God to You I firmly beseech
To make PNoy’s regime remarkably rich
And the Straight Path no one shall breach

For when I campaigned against him not to be our king
It was all propaganda, personal there’s nothing
I was just in my career a newly hatched birdling.

-11/02/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Twilight Poems Collection
My Poem No. 192
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