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Jun Lit Nov 2020
Sulfur mists rising.
The goddess boils her thick soup.
I am enchanted.
inspired by the Mudspring, an acidic hot spring in Mount Makiling, Laguna Province, the Philippines. Local mythology says a goddess, Mariang Makiling, guards the forest. Despite the sulfurous fumes, the site, along with surrounding little mudpots, amazes me.
Jun Lit Nov 2020
Clear waters running
Playing notes, percussion stones
Nature’s symphonies.
inspired by a river flowing through a forest
Jun Lit Nov 2020
When all trees cease breath
and all rivers smell of death
Money means worthless.
Widespread destruction of lives, sources of income and natural habitats - happening in the Philippines and in other places in the world right now are products of human activities - worsening as climate change increasingly approaches the point of no return. It reminds me of the Cree Indian saying: "Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money." This haiku paraphrases it.
Jun Lit Nov 2020
You huffed and you puffed
Howling, blowing all night long.
We’re but poor li’l pigs.
The Philippines just experienced its 21st typhoon this year, from last Tuesday until today, 12 November 2020. Locally named Ulysses (International name: Vamco), it is the 7th in a succession of destructive tropical cyclones within just 6 weeks. Climate change is real.
Jun Lit Nov 2020
See clouds through branches  
No leaves block the clear blue sky
Once there loved a tree.
Jun Lit Nov 2020
Crawled from ‘Coal-bearing’
Outlived T-rex tyrant king
The Humble survives.
Jun Lit Oct 2020
Walong b’wan na, saan na ba?
Susulong daw, atras pala!
Ay may patutunguhan ba?
Agay! Porbida Covida!
Translation:
'Dalit' Poem to Cluelessness -
Where are we now? Eight months we've seen.
We'll move, twas said, backward it's been
Oh! Where are we really goin'?
Gosh! Poor Clueless Covid leadin'
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