Over a Cup of Coffee

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I wonder many times
how you have become so much
part of me i can’t let go.

A trip to the cafe would
simply make it go, all my doubts
my worries fade away.

It might be the coffee with
its soothing aroma that calms
down my wary heart.

Or it could the romantic
vibe in the cafe that makes
me fall in love again.

I guess it would always be
like this, you and me
over a cup of coffee.

I love you, once more and always.

P.S.
If you have been following me for a while now, i guess you would know that this is again a poetic product of me evesdropping for the nth times lol.

It just feels so good seeing people happy and in love.

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Vow

I can bent out of shape
Or be on cloud nine

I can be anything
Or be everything

I am head over heels
In love with you

That’s true.

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P.S.

My usual evesdropping poetry..a lovely couple..ohhh

Summer on a Rainy Day

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Not long after you were born
summer arrives,
flowers bloom
as nature prepares itself
for a month long of
sunshine….

You are dependable, friendly
and happier than others;
“the happier you are the
more joy you will share with
the world around you”
that’s what you always say.

You never wanna be famous
or filthy rich
but hey, you were born along
Mark Zuckerberg and John F. Kennedy;
unbelievably amazing
we always thought…

I loved your silly quirky smile
as you received my little
“do it myself” card
“you’re the sweetest”
you’ll say
it melts my heart always.

I never like outdoors,
moreso the beach but
you always wanna celebrate there
so i went with my swimsuit
and sandals every year
only because you insist…

Its not your birthday yet dad
but i missed you.
and i remembered you.
you would have been 66 this year;
thinking of you feels like summer
on a rainy day……

 

 

I Love You

I love my pen as it unfolds my stories
Of yearning, of longing,
Of wanting
But i love you more.

I love my books, and the wisdom it kept;
The evolution of my heart and soul
Written in every page
But i love you even more.

I love my poems, as it speak of
My heart and of my desires
Of my yearnings and of my hopes
But i love you the most.

You will be in my story
My story of loving you and
What it means to be with you.

You will be in my book keeping
Wisdom of love and memories
Of hopes and dreams.

You will be in
Every meter, in every rhyme,
In every syllable of my poetry

That’s what loving you, unconditionally
Is all about.

 

 

Ikaw (Bangko Part 3)

P.S. It’s the last day of August. We culminate today the Buwan ng Wika (National Language Month) So, i am posting my finale of my short story. Enjoy guys.

P.S. (again) Thanks to a really good friend who was my inspiration in writing  this story.

Ikaw

Parang eksena sa pelikula kung paano tayo pinagtagpo ng tadhana after 7 years.  Nakita kita sa malayo. Sinadya kitang binangga sa pag aakalang hindi mo ako kilala. But to my surprise, tinawag mo ako sa aking pangalan. 

Ngumiti ka at ako’y natulala.

“Kumusta ka” ang iyong tanong. 

“You look good”, ang wala sa lugar kong sagot. Kasi naman you really look good.

Doon na nagsimula ang lahat.

After all, kilala mo din pala ako. Yours was a story of a man na natorpe lumapit. Cliche ika nga, but, well version mo yun.

Sabi mo nga ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”

Insecure…torpe… whatever your reason maybe, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Pasta ang inorder ko the first time we had lunch together. After which we had coffee. Masaya kang kasama. Magaan. Para bang we’ve known each other for a really long time. 

We were like long lost friend.  Walang adjustment na nangyari. 

Nasundan pa ng maraming beses ang lunch natin. Hindi ko na din mabilang kung ilang beses akong omorder ng pasta. Pasta sa Monday, sa Tuesday, hanggang Friday. Red, white and green (I meant pesto) na pasta. Favorite ko ang pasta. Di kasi ako marice. But believe me; yung unang beses na nag lunch tayo, yun na yata ang pinakamasarap na pastang natikman ko sa tanang buhay ko. 

Masarap kang kasama. It felt so good and so right. 

Bakit marami ang nahuhumaling sa kape kahit nakakapalpitate ito? 

Bakit marami ang may gusto ng pasta kahit fully loaded ng carbs ito?

Kahit masama, dahil masarap okay lang.

Bakit laging puno ang bangko? kahit mahaba ang pila okay lang kasi we need to save up.

Parang ikaw, I invested on you… and now, i am able to take it. My bonus pa.

Ikaw and pasta ng buhay ko. Di maiwasan, di matanggihan.

Ikaw ang bangko ng buhay ko. My deposit. My withdrawal.

‘Twas worth it after all.

What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.

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You (Bank Part 3)

I finally met you, after seven years. And it was like a movie scene. You were standing from a distance. I went past through you intentionally, believing that you will never (or you never did) recognize me.  But i was so surprised to hear you call out my name.

You smiled at me. Twas the sweetest smile. 

I froze.

“How are you?”, you asked me.

“You look good”, I said. “Twas the lamest answer i have ever given (I should have said “fine”). But you really looked good though. 

It all started that way.

After all, you knew me. 

You didn’t know how to approach me, you explained.  A dork, maybe. 

You said ” you are close to being perfect, and i was….never mind”

I ordered pasta the first time we had lunch. Then we had coffee after. It felt like we knew each other for really long. Or twas like, we were long lost friends. We hit it off immediately. 

We would have lunch then almost everyday. And whenever we have lunch, i would order for a pasta. Pasta on Mondays, Tuesdays till Friday. I cannot anymore count how many pastas have i ordered during the first month we were together. 

I have tried so much and so many pastas; but i tell you, the first time we had lunch was probably the most delicious pasta i have ever had in my whole life. Weird, but that’s true. 

I love being with you. It felt so good and so right. 

Why do we love coffee even if it triggers palpitation? 

Why do we love pasta even if it’s fully loaded with carbs?

It doesn’t really matter whether it triggers palpitation or if it is fully loaded with carbs. It takes good. It’s delicious.

And you are just like that. You are my pasta; my coffee

Why do we deposit our money in the banks? Why do we take time lining up to reach the teller? It’s necessary. We need to save up. We need to invest.

And you are just like a bank. I saved up. I invested. Now, i am having the best time of my life enjoying my savings.

‘Twas worth it after all.

What is it about you? Truth is, after three years, I really don’t know. I just love you and I believe that’s just how it is.

 

Seven Years of Grit

Nagmahal, nag antay
Nang walang kapantay
Mahal kita walang iba
Ipagsisigawan ko, ok ba?

Bundok man ay akyatin
Aking tatahakin
Puso’y tumitibok
Pilit kumakabog…

Nais kang maging akin
Sana ikay  matagpuan
Taos-pusong nag antay
Masintahing tunay…

Naghihingtay magtapos
Pitong taong magngalit.
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As i loved patiently
Wondered how so suddenly
Did i ever love thee?
I scream in glee…

And as i moved mountains
So high, i felt pains
Throbbing
Banging…

Still hoping, be mine
Will find you in time
Passionately
Deeply …

Waiting to end
Seven years of grit.

 

 

In the Silence of my Heart

In the silence of my heart and from a distance my prayer today goes out to a really dear friend who’s son passed away.

“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.”

―Ernest Hemingway