Barong Tagalog

I heard the news of you leaving as someone from the other line was sobbing, crying, weeping. “He’s gone”, was all i can hear. I wept, i cried ’till i can’t cry anymore.

It was a warm summer morning.

You left without saying goodbye. Without notice. It broke my heart in pieces, i could die.

I told myself i’ll never go far away from you again, but what’s the point anyway?

I was wounded, helpless, and even when far away an interrupted cry could be heard as i lament in desperation.

Distance is killing me.

The sun was shining but the rain came pouring when i flew back home to bid my goodbye.

You were smiling. You felt rested. And you look handsome as ever. I smiled back looking at you as i said “your barong tagalog looks perfect on you”. I blew you a kiss like i used to.

I was ushered away, away from your side.

 

 

Note:  The Barong Tagalog, more commonly known as simply barong (and occasionally called baro), is an embroidered formal shirt and considered the national dress of the Philippines.
In Filipino culture it is a common formal attire,
Written for dVerse, https://dversepoets.com/2019/06/10/prosery-1/, Write a story using maximum 144 words that has to include the following line: “When far away an interrupted cry” taken from the poem acquainted with the night by Robert Frost.

 

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She is a Woman

She is a Woman

 

In her silence there lies conviction and in her troubles there emerge a voice

In her will brings forth compassion and in her indictment there lies a protest for choice

And as calm as the sea on a midsummer day, know that big waves are coming in June

 

 

Written for kate’s Friday fun-waves https://aroused.blog/2019/06/08/friday-fun-waves/

Motherhood

“Each second makes its mark on every single person’s life- comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping hot christmas pudding. Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it leaves us cold. It is time of which we do not have enough; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.” (The Gift, Cecilian Ahern)

 

Defending the poor and unfortunate

caring with a heart so compassionate

ah! a lawyer that’s what i will be

back then as a little girl with glee.

 

Broadcasting news on TV

doing it with mind so steady

Ah! a television anchor i see

back in high school so carefree.

 

 

Pouring thoughts on paper

scribbling late at night so dear

ah! a journalist i will

back in college with free will.

 

 

Never become a lawyer really

it wasn’t my dream actually

’twas a childish thing to wish

no dirt to dish.

Broadcasting wasn’t even for me

‘though i had the chance to be

you see a surgery on the neck

making it hard to speak.

 

 

Writer i may have always been

creating stories every now and then

putting actions into words

screaming as i scribble with thoughts.

 

 

You see there’s something i miss

never imagined i enjoyed it with bliss

caring for little souls as they grow

motherhood is what makes me glow.

Ode to my Country

Land of the rising sun
Pearl of the orient sea
Where have all these gone?
Oh, dear we cannot see.

Yours is an uphill battle
Of centuries colonization
But you stood as you struggle
Winning was a confirmation.

You are now being mocked
As an old lady can’t hardly step up
But you continue the long walk
Back to where they will look you up

Land of the rising sun pearl of the orient sea, you will again be.

 

 

 
Written for Helene of Willow Poetry. What Do You See Challenge https://helenevaillant.com/2019/05/14/what-do-you-see-may-14-2019/

Mother

Time has not robbed my feelings

toward my mother

she’s still the sweet darling,

and she’ll be forever mine.

Age may have changed her

face now furrow – laden,

the beauty is still there;

she is my ideal token.

 

P.S.

Happy mother’s day to my mother and to all the amazing moms around the world. Over the years, my daughters made/created the best and most creative mother’s day gift for me.

These are just few of the may creative presents they made for me over the years. I am one lucky mom to have these amazing, thoughtful and wonderful daugthers..not to mention they are pretty too…ahhh the BEST LUXURY IN LIFE EVERY MOTHER COULD EVER HAVE.

 

Linking for calmkate’s Friday fun – Luxury, hop in and join the fun https://aroused.blog/2019/05/11/friday-fun-luxury/

Empowered -dverse Poetic:Theories of Everything and Anything

” If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a deafeat”, Sun Tzu’s Strategic Theory  on War.
I have always loved the book The Art of War, it is now celebrated by today’s business gurus and even sports coaches as guidance for dealing with conflict of all sorts. Knowing oneself is the most important thing in winning the war we wage everday.

Below is my poem about Sun Tzu’s theory on the art of war, in modern context.

Written for dverse Poetic: Theories of Everything and Anything
Empowered (  Cinq Trois DecaLa Rhyme)

You don’t take away from me that one thing i deserve, one thing.
You don’t tell me what to do ‘cos you deemed, as human being.
I shall be in solitude, will be silent, will be quiet.
I will give my tormented soul a break, but i do not quit.
You can hate me, you can  curse me, but i will remain cogent.
You will see beauty in silence, in weeping,  that’s resilient.
You will understand hope against trials, that’s bright and brilliant.
When confusion and fear arise, it is truely upsetting.
You do not take away,  that one thing i deserve, not a bit.
For i have hoped, i have loved, i am clever and i am apt.
Merril is hosting dverse Poetic: Theories of Everything and Anything, hop in ang join the fun at https://dversepoets.com/2019/05/07/poetic-theories-of-everything-and-anything/

The Moon and The Stars -Quadrille

I wondered many times
as i hide
about the stars
the moon
up in the sky so high
flustered at the sight
how they filled up the sky

Am I a moon or, just one of the stars
you keep counting on the sky?

 

 
Written for D’Verse. WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D’Verse Poets.  He has prompted us with the word “Up”.

Also for Helene of  Willow Poetry, What Do You See?