Statue

standing there at the corner
no words could ever be said
eyes that never see
nose that never breath
ears that’s all deaf
hair that don’t need a comb
arms that never stretch
legs that cannot walk
body that doesn’t have flesh
shoes that carry all its weight
dressed in all white 
but nowhere to go
all day it pretends to know
that it sees us all
it’s just there standing
all alone
it doesn’t need to sleep
in the comfort of a bed
’cause  it’s all concrete
and forever be a statue…

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WPC : It Is Easy Being Green… in Romblon, Tropical Philippines

Romblon, Philippines

Poetry Challenge 2017 #6 – Ninefold style : Home

cool tears have flowed from her chinky eyes
passing every second was piercing
firmly grasping the sarcophagus

my thoughts knocked and sympathy walked in
the reason behind the ill-timed grief
my own tears dropped and flowed down my cheek

her sadness i felt, my heart in pain
illness got her mother so early
her soul depart to heaven, her home

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Pool Reflection…

Casting back a not so bright light on a pool during a stormy weather in Camotes, Cebu.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Water

Some constituents of sea water influence the shade of blue of the sea. The deeper the depth, the bluer the water. You can see here two hues of blue. The far side is bluer than the near side. This Camotes Island beach shows the intrinsic property of water which is caused by the selective absorption and the scattering of white light.

5 Habits of Happy People

Find your habits here, Happy people…..!

I Forgot…

“Sorry, I forgot the name of this Japanese dish.”

Ferris Wheel

Ferris Wheel at MOA (Mall Of Asia)
Manila, Philippines

In Your Arms

if i turn my back from you
and set my sight away
displeasure as the field of view
take the mood of a bitter day

if i go there on the hill
and alienate myself
is it against your will
if i say goodbye, farewell

but as i touch the local color
of breaking off the knot
it’s you  i see in every corner
i wont let the feelings to rot

i have to be in touch again
with you, my love i still remain
‘though i’ve sang  my  farewell song
in your arms i’m back where i belong

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Southern Flower

“Please, Don’t run over me”

i won’t run after you
if the green light says so
don’t take the blame on me
if no one catches you

when you fall on the ground
and down on your knees
begging me if you please,
“don’t run over me”

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Plant in a pot…

El Estilo Moderno ( 02 )

As Rain

it was a fine day
quiet, still and dumb
cool, frigid and pleasant
time to be aware of the present

stay plugged in
in the socket of today
be ready of unfamiliar current
heading your dreams to paint

in the event
the clouds fall as rain
do remember that they are
dark and heavy to bear

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Photography: Plant in a pot

“I saw the plane that crashed into the restaurant” – ( Davao City, Mati City, Davao Oriental, Philippines )

I am reblogging this under a new title with some small edits. This was published last year and I’m hoping that those who were not able to read have the chance to take their time on this article. Here it is.

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The first time I saw this, I insisted to drop by. I was really curious about the airplane “crashing” into the roof of the establishment. Visitors passing will surely take a glimpse of this “come on” publicity stunt of this watering hole in Davao city, south of the Philippines.

I just came from a tour with a rented car and a driver, of the province of Davao Oriental, specifically the city of Mati. They have fine white sand beaches there comparable with the known ones today. It was a tiring but a very pleasant and enjoyable travel I had. Beautiful and green sceneries along the way were awesomely inviting. Spending a short time in every locale that I visited  was a temporary option as some need a little longer time to stay. And as such, I will be returning to Davao in the later hours of the afternoon.  All the…

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El Estilo Moderno ( 01 )

Building post and ceiling

Forevermore…

i’ve been digging my files and found this lovely poem….pls. read !

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i am the honey of your sweet

i am the shadow of your night

i am the dreams of your sleep

i am the secret you can keep

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you’ve been the lyrics of my song

you’ve been the boom of my gong

you’ve been the tune of my melody

you’ve been the pro against the contrary

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so i will sing, and you will dance

and i will shot the arrow to your heart

and i will talk, and you will glance

and i will put the chances in your hands

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and so the world will begin to smile

to speak the truth about your style

and so the stars will twinkle for a while

so you and i will live to love each other

forevermore… 

–oOo– 

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Among the Crowd

I can’t leave the world without me turning to ashes….. this is powerful !

ramir claude king

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i dropped my face somewhere
among the crowd
i tried to look but gathered stares
until i cried

i overheard some silly talk
among the bevy of crowd
that i should have started my walk
exiting the burial ground

but i just couldn’t leave
without picking up the pieces
of lost facial belief
turning to porous ashes

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Pure

Cacao tree, Eden Nature Park, Davao, Philippines

Why people don’t like poetry?

Why people tend to loose interests in Poetry. Find out why…

Business in Rhyme

This essay is inspired by some of the recent comments in this post. And it made me think: why  people really don’t like poetry? What is it that keeps them away from maybe not writing but from reading some really exquisite pieces by poets from all around the world?

The usual answer is something like “Poetry is boring”, “I don’t understand it”, “It’s waste of time”. So I wanted to explore this topic a bit further.

If we look more deeply around us, we can notice that people have very little time to appreciate art in general. This fast paced, consumer oriented society has trained us to want everything now and here. An instant satisfaction, an instant thrill, an instant experience: not allowing our biological system to perceive with all its senses; truly absorb our emotions and simply feel.

Life usually demands of us high level of practicality, logical and factual…

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am i ready

am i ready for a clash
to be fished again
from the sea of antiquity
to grieve and be the birthplace
of caustic tears and broken dreams
am i prepared for a combat
to defy and ward off the force
and stop the intensely amorous affair
and chill the advancing emotions
of falling in love again
i feel the footsteps
the sounds of my heart
and the echoes it reflects
the lingering traces of sound waves
that keep on repeating in my ears
can i block the passageway
to clear it with joyous emotions
whenever her shadow is  near
am i ready
am i prepared
to let go
and let the freedom wander
everywhere
am i
ready?
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time

Image: Coron Port, Palawan, Philippines

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days will fly in the outskirts of time
never to return
in which events have passed
and reached a conclusion
nobody had speculated to happen
whether right or wrong
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Photography: …at Del Monte Pineapple Plantation, Bukidnon, Philippines

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Photography: “I will be there”

Smiley Thumb Award

To be a recipient of an award is a humble achievement. A  justification of all my undertakings in blogging.  It is a gesture of recognition and an inspiration as well.

Thanks to Chape Personal Trainer for this award. You can visit his site at https://chapeblog.wordpress.com and be convinced and locked in his kind of writing.

 I smile when I’m amused at something. When I ask favor or blessing, a smile always follow my request for aid. That agreeable facial appearance of being friendly knocks someone’s hardened heart to melt.

Funny people make me smile. Cracking a joke with them turns a smile into laughter breaking the ice to a beginning of friendship.

The rules:

1.- Show your new cool award.

2.- Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.

3.- Tell us what makes you smile.

4.- Select other blogs you want to give the award to. The number of nominees is at your preference.

5.- Copy and paste the rules.

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Nominees

1. An Inspirer’s Blog
2. San-jeet
3. akeem54
4. Markovich Photo Art
5. mariabilbao2013
   

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Photography: Cobrador island (Naguso Island), Romblon, Philippines

This is only one of the white sand beaches of Cobrador island which is the farthest of the three smaller islands that comprise Romblon province. The municipality which consists of mainland Romblon  and the smaller islands of Alad, Logbon and Cobrador is situated along the coast of Romblon Bay. The white sand beaches are still to be tapped and fully developed to lure tourists to the island. There are no accommodations waiting to the would-be visitors but they can bring their tents as their overnight space to sleep. The island doesn’t offer much comfort to its visitors but its natural beauty is sufficient and enough to have a succession of visits in the future. Try coming to this serene island and be convinced what its beaches can offer and be ready to sacrifice comfort in exchange of privacy and peacefulness.

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Flower of the Day

Photography : Flower of the Week

Flower of the Week

Deep in their Marrows

now and then
the love survives

once in a while you feel betrayed
about the love you give
in her ways you feel deceived
a change of mind whether to leave

but love conquers all
and chooses no one
whoever is shot with cupid’s arrow
fall in love deep in their marrows

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Fool of the crowd

the emptiness of the bounty
the loneliness of the crowd
losing the love of the many
is stupidity enshroud
transparency of being thick
the shallowness of depth
active of being sick
a fool looking for death

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You and Me

i’ll take you with me
to all eternity
you will be my queen
‘though time to come’s unseen
i’ll take you with me
into my heart’s windy sea
we will survive and be
the pair of you and me

 

 

 

Guns and Roses

if these roses can whisper

to people of different ears

if seeds can listen awhile

this could carry tears and cheers

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thorns could prick their skin

protruding from the stalks

but roses are all akin

various flags along the garden walks

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beautiful buds now abloom

speaking softly to the stars

thoughts were read by the restless moon

concerned about the ongoing  wars

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if all the guns will turn to lovely flowers

no bubble of hatred will burst as it poses

no braves and cowards would ever cower

when bombs and arrows  become  bouquet of roses…

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“LOVE AND HATE CHALLENGE” – i am an invitee of OAPlascencia to do this challenge!

image credit : google + . . I love to write poetry while i eat love cooking while i sing love the beach while traveling love   the highway driving all the vehicles in front of me i enjoy catching … read more!

Source: “LOVE AND HATE CHALLENGE” – i am an invitee of OAPlascencia to do this challenge!

You Won!

you took the challenge

engaged to a battle

 to a fight

summoned your strength and skill

and took part to the defense

of a life you wanted to live…

You Won!

image from: Google+

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At A Distance…

image obscure and cryptic

corrupted copy of impression

cloudy light  casting back

 dim under the shadow

.

fixing thoughts of spent scenes

reminiscing hates and loves

tears sink in river beds

slowly float with the flow

.

never a perfect copy

reflection digging the past

when i stare outside the window

 at a distance myself recast

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Barriers

against the fury of the wrathful waves

rains that will dig the pit of our graves

wild winds venting anger unaltered course

assaulting the extremities of uneven shores

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obstacles restraining full fatal access

controls done making the surge a mess

arresting the power of the wrecking carrier

walled by the strength of the unyielding barriers…

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Down in my Memory

 

lying in my bed

my consciousness awake

melodious tunes keep humming

like dark clouds

they rain on me

a rhythmical succession

beats of harmony and measure

so slow like a lullaby

it gets  embedded

down in my memory

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A Million Miles…

I sit at the apex

at the edge of the world

 i see the vast expanse

of mountains, oceans and seas

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Departing from this love affair

 she  chose and favored to be free

yesterday we were a pair

and now, there’s only me

.

As the days grow old

a fledgling has learned to fly

and away from her noble nest

she bid her last goodbye

.

and now i’m left alone

in this world of alienation

i feel i have already flown

a million miles away from home…

image credit : google+

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Haiku : Bird’s Dance Rehearsal

body, feet and arms

patterns of steps in motion

a dance rehearsal

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Dragon Prince

image credit : google+

some Eons ago

there was a son of the dragon

little as he was

he always felt a baron

.

flying from tree to tree

he almost fell to the ground

alighting from an old oak tree

 docking at a leafless found

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the vernal proud juvenile

 boasted  himself with annoying guts

just a little learning of everything

professed himself with his whimsical acts 

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“oh, little dragon

you still have a lot to learn

don’t own the kingdom that easy

 who’ll inherit it is still unborn”

.

in his daily show of pride

of leaping from tree to tree

he landed at a branch old and dead

it broke

 the dumbness of the ground felt the catastrophe

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broken braincase  and ribs

 tattered wings un-expansive

vertebrae were busted

all the joints cracked

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now lying in his golden casket

quiet and breathless cadaver

his dream of becoming king

was just a smoke on the platter

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 grievers far and wide

kings and queens of distant kingdoms

with their men they have arrived

to pay respect to the fallen prince

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ten mountains of mourners

were seen at the burial lines

with horses and warriors

all carried flags and signs

.

let this be a lesson

to all braggadocio

don’t be so aggressive

a braggart of the show …

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Suicidal

image credit : yahoo.com image

i don’t want to try

jumping from a multi-story building

’cause i know i will be

on the news the following morning

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if i am  disoriented

in my thinking lately

shedding my precious blood

on the pavement isn’t bravery

.

an act of cowardice

in facing reality’s truth

i’ll not be rendered powerless

acting like a drugged youth

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any other ways are taboo

under the laws of man and Heaven

i better not decide to pursue

’cause it’s unforgivable if i do…

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Photography : Violet Orchid Flower

The Lord, To Mold this Life

Image credit: Google+

Tears only mist my eyes

They don’t  fall when i’m on strife

When I’m upset and sadness rise

Maybe I need a friend to touch my life

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Emotions of the heart

They don’t  burst all at once

So I can let go of the tears to start

Flowing on the dance floor where i stand

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I need keys for the heart and mind in doubt

As if my own self will brake apart

This nest i perch i wish to move out

I ask The Lord to mold this life from being scarred…

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Changes

play things and games

running here and there

children with no names

faces and what they wear

.

joyful shouts, innocent laughter

thrill of pleasure and feel of fun

reckless acts, cheerful discharge of sweat

 felt  an endless rejoicing like heaven

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gentle souls and blameless virgins

 stories unfolds waiting destiny

now it’s news  history’s emerging

innocence repulsed altered identity…

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Backyard Prompts 2: Jackfruit

When my father was still alive, he had a penchant of planting fruit trees which he felt his family would enjoy the fruits as much as he did. He liked jackfruit and we also do. We love it. It is sweet, fleshy, and has a distinct aroma and smell. It is starchy and fibrous and a good source of  dietary fiber. At a distance,  we can’t notice that the fruits are ready for eating.  Not until we smell it. If it over ripes in the branch it falls off because it can no longer hold the weight of the fruit which has become soft at its base. Its average weight reaches 1 – 5 kilos per fruit depending on the size.

This is the ripened fruit which can be eaten as it is. It may also be an ingredient in local desserts, such as, halo-halo and banana turon,  or in sweet concoctions with shaved ice, as in, es campur, and es teler.

This is the ripe, sliced jackfruit.

Living with memories of my father and the jackfruit tree are sweet affairs from the past and thorny resemblances of our present life. No matter how ugly the fruit is, it is liked by many  because of its sweetness and excellent characteristics of the flesh. 

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Large photo by: thehutowner

small photos by: Wikipedia

 

 

Finally…

finally it’s done

it’s over

after months of silence

the little tip of the pens

have started to grind

marking to get set and rewind

leaving its thoughts

to be pondered by…

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Street Photography – The Korean Connection 02

https://thehutownerblog.wordpress.com/2014/11/15/how-do-we-eat-these/
https://thehutownerblog.wordpress.com/2015/04/30/seoul-south-korea-visit/

“I saw the plane that crashed into the restaurant” – ( Tour of Davao City, Mati City, Davao Oriental, Philippines )

Ha

The first time I saw this, I insisted to drop by. I was really curious about the airplane crashing into the roof of the establishment. Visitors passing will surely take a glimpse of this “come on” publicity stunt of this watering hole in Davao city, south of the Philippines.

I just came from a tour with a rented car and a driver in the province of Davao Oriental, specifically the city of Mati. They have fine white sand beaches there comparable with the known ones today. It was a tiring but a very pleasant and enjoyable travel I had. Beautiful and green sceneries along the way were awesomely inviting. Spending a short time in every locale that I visited  was a temporary option as some need a little longer time to stay. And as such, we will be returning to Davao in the later hours of the afternoon.  All the beautiful scenes were chewed and tourist spots were all photographed in my mind and with my camera.

It was raining then and roads were quite slippery. But it didn’t hamper our travel back to Davao where I was billeted at a downtown hotel. Arriving was a little bit too early as we passed on several sites worth seeing and an early dinner with my driver/tour guide. Our meal was spent here, at this airplane-struck establishment. As they claimed it, they have the best grilled pork chop in town. So, we ordered it with some other side dishes and drinks. Soon after, our one-for-the-road went sky-is-the-limit beer contest between us two.  After hours of downing several bottles, my driver’s agency called and reminded him of the 12 MN delivery of the rented car. I told him to drive slowly as we have drank nearing our limits.

I was red as a pepper. My face was like a made-up Japanese doll. Red. Without bragging myself, I have some percentage of the Spanish blood running in my system. Ha,ha ! And that was it. He dropped me at my hotel and the rented car was safely delivered to the  rent-a-car agency.

Here are some photos of the travel.

The pilot of the plane hanging at the ceiling.

Palm-tree-lined  highway leading to Tagum City

The welcome arch at the national highway, Davao Oriental

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The welcome Arch of Mati City

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At Banaybanay, border of Davao Oriental and  Compostela Valley

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 At the Subangan Provincial Museum, Davao Oriental

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 Statue of David, Davao City

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 Japanese tunnel, Davao city  (with my driver/tour guide)

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White sand beach,  Mati, Davao Oriental

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The Tale…

pressed between the thin pages of  Memoirs
hidden inside a shell protected by a thick wall of lies
describing each story and molded with flowing deception
where truth is invaded with graphic inaccuracies
that chapters become a losing book of a decaying tale…
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Russian Tourist Visa Application (for Filipino Citizens)

I got enlightened with this post on getting a Russian Tourist Visa.

Bent Road

Russia is one of those countries that no matter where you come from, getting a visa would be fairly difficult. Almost everyone is required to have an invitation letter. This letter is usually issued by an accredited Russian Tour Agency (all based in Russia). The easiest way to acquire this letter is to join a tour. By joining a tour, the travel agency will be the one in contact with the Russian Agencies thus handling all the steps needed to formally lodge the visa application. Locally, another option is to go to a local travel agent and ask them to get an invitation letter on your behalf. Usually the local travel agency and the Russian agency will still make an itinerary for you as well as the letter to be submitted to the embassy. You need to pay the agency a fee for producing the documents. You can cancel the…

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At A Distance…

As we age, we find difficulty in reminiscing the past…

the hut owner blog

image obscure and cryptic

corrupted copy of impression

cloudy light  casting back

 dim under the shadow

.

fixing thoughts of spent scenes

reminiscing hates and loves

tears sink in river beds

slowly float with the flow

.

never a perfect copy

reflection digging the past

when i stare outside the window

 at a distance myself recast

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STARLESS NIGHT

Source: STARLESS NIGHT