Butuan City, Philippines – Photo Tour, Tourism : Week 03, Day 19

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Blood Promontory

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To commemorate the first mass on Easter Sunday, being claimed also by Limasawa, a tall and large cross was erected near the mouth of the 350-kilometer Agusan river. Butuan was thriving economically before the Spaniards came in 1521.

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“Sweat” – A Pastoral Poem – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 22

The view from the restaurant of Villa Igang Resort...
drips of sweat can’t soak the field
where flakes of soil remained upturned
the blade of the plow turned to shield
from stones underneath the sun has scorned
the man has burned his skin to dark
like the earth that receives the rays of gold
sweat not enough from one man to start
to grow a single blade of grass in cold
unfriendly skies, unmindful clouds
waters of oceans, seas, and lakes
their dreams have withered, gave in a drought
wheat, rice and corn, their land have caked…

“Temper” , an Erasure Poem – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 21

I am re-titling this recycled piece to “Temper” from a recipe I stumbled upon from a Food Magazine. Here it goes :


Do not stir
Stand in heat
Simmer until done
Take out
Add tender to the touch
Low heat begins to shed some fat
From fire, take out

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“She” – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 20


she always greets me at the gate
even when i arrive a little late
at most, she’s there at the sofa
half asleep, performing the yoga
she’s always there when i eat
any meal, she craves for meat
but if given snacks of any kind
she’ll thank and look at me in the eye
when the house is filling so empty
the doors are close, there’s nobody
she’ll sit on my lap with her tongue ready
to kiss my palms begging to be sweaty
so i’ll stand and start the needed reaction
i’ll cuddle and rub her body in any direction
sometimes with what i do she’s not satisfied
i’ll just kiss and embrace my darling so tight
until her sleepy eyes dive to the center of dreams
while her legs break apart without any screams
in the morning she wakes ahead of me
“bark,bark,”  good morning oh, my doggie, Lasie…


“How To Grow Wings And Fly Half Bodied” , Mythical, Fiction – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 18

His spaceship to Moon is now  in stratosphere
adrift between the earth and sun
busy blogging with Men on earth
and some People called Martian
Getting caught with defective wiring problems technical
messages and information get frozen, not a signal
sending some spectacle notices to Heaven
to deliver some A-1 technicians
He calls some beautiful Angels of seven
 but comes able bodied astronaut musicians
then comes a ship of operatic singers
with a strength of 300 brave Spartans…
He requests not a song from the orchestra
but to fix his ship out of eminent danger
so he sends them back to where they come from
promises never to make the Space into a slum
So he calls NASA with his Samsung Galaxy V
he’s stranded in space requesting somebody to his rescue
soon American astronauts  arrive
but return to earth, nothing is repaired, can he survive?
Then comes to his mind to call the Cosmonauts of Russia
same thing happens, so he calls up India
they have the cheapest space program the whole of Asia
they come back to earth, nothing is fixed,
now, he’s in panic and thinking
of committing euthanasia
No, his conscience says so
there’s still a solution that he can do
he’s calling and seeking help from the Philippines
people there can assist, he has more than a dozen friends
Anytime, anywhere stranded, they can go where he is
his friends are fast, reliable, they will never miss
he’s their leader, back in college days, as he reminisces
How To Grow Wings And Fly Half Bodied“, was their thesis
And soon there comes a swarm of flying human halves
with all their might they push and carry the ship like bats
take his ship to earth safe and sound, repairs is carried out
he makes a sigh, “what are friends are for” and shouts
At the losing end, if technology’s intent and function
are waywardly used
in this fiction,
this story is for fun and to get amused  …