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Bridjitta Jun 2019
Please take me back to Talisay
the city of  tourist attractions and marvelous places
the land full of people with smiling faces
the place where we made memories I'll forever cherish
where we promised ourselves that our love will never diminish

Please take me back to Talisay
back to the time when you made me euphoric
where each moments we shared were majestic
Those moments with you I cannot replace
For on that moment, in my heart you had a place.

Please take me back
not only in Talisay, but in your life as well
to the place where we were happy back then
to the time when you still loved me back when
back when it was only me and you, and no one else.
Please take me back, Micoh.
I felt the earth at the back of my hand
Resting my head in these warm grass
As it tickles my skin
I look up keenly
A caprice has struck my reverie
Drawn to this tree
laden with plethora of leaves
Whilst the wind sings a familiar melody
You engulf my miseries
Hues of orange, red and green
Heraldic of revivification
Mesmeric elegance
You flail these leaves
Scroop of vigor
with the glint of sunlight
Scintillating glow
Gentle serenity
Where do you hide your sorrows?
Your mystery enthralling
I am defeated by your beauty



-Talisay, Margaret Austin Go
Talisay Tree  (a.k.a Umbrella Tree/ Indian Almond)
Bryan Amerila Jun 2016
The morning is a white lily.
Five hands raised to the sky
Waiting for the rain's kiss.

Daffodil the color of the falling
Of talisay fruit from its mother
Tree kissing the pavement.

Raindrops kiss the pavement,
Circular ripples on a little pool,
Lilies blossoming in your eyes.
Dave Cortel Apr 22
i wonder how many people are jealous of the moon
how it can see everyone
and how everyone sees its beauty that permeates through all the other beautiful things
sometimes, i ask the same moon you loved staring at
“where could he be now?”
and hope that it would cross your mind that i still long for you, especially in this cold November night
because on this bermuda under a talisay, we could be loud again
we would be laughing again like nineteens
but all i hear now are crickets that could wound my ears
“where could he be now?”
i ask the moon sometimes, twice
but then i just wish you’re happier somewhere.

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