“Away from the road” – Sabang Beach, Palawan, Philippines : Photo Tour, Tourism – Week 03, Day 11


I was on my way back to Puerto Princesa, Palawan, when I luckily passed by this unusual sight. I alighted from the motorcycle and took several shots. Taken at Sabang Beach, Palawan on a stormy day.


“I Fear for…” – a Palinode : NaPoWriMo, 2015 – Day 08

And now, without further ado, our prompt (optional as always) for Day Eight: today I challenge you to write a palinode. And what’s that? It’s a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem. You could take that route or, if you don’t have an actual poetically-expressed statement you want to retract, maybe you could write a poem in which you explain your reasons for changing your mind about something. It could be anything from how you decided that you like anchovies after all to how you decided that annoying girl was actually cool enough that you married her.

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i want to see the world
not in dreams
not in imagination
not in mental images
from somewhere
not to see it drifting in air
like a feather that lands anywhere
when the wind stops its blow
i like  the flight of birds that
purposely fly above and land
in places they want to…
where they can view in its entirety
the serene beauty of land up in the air…
and circle the paradise of buildings
that sprouts in cities
the patches of greens of the mountains and hills
the view of the seas and oceans
while they fly with untiring strength…but today,
i have second thoughts
of going around…seeing everything i wish
to see …
the world is in chaos
hearing and reading the news…
it’s everywhere,
slashing of throats,
burning humans alive, stonings,
children being put in first line of defense
now i’m afraid to run around,
walk the alleys, swim the beaches
drive the streets and avenues,
breath the air of parks, sit on benches
of street coffee shops….
terrorists barged in everywhere
schools, universities,malls,
grocery stores
today,  a travel plan
is put aside by fear… i fear for my life…

MONEY – NaPoWriMo 2015 , Day 07

And now our (optional!) prompt: keeping to the theme of poetry’s value, Wallace Stevens famously wrote that “money is a kind of poetry.” So today, I challenge you to write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth.

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it has no roots but it digs deep into one’s pocket
beholden and looked upon like a messiah, the prophet
a precious commodity based on face value
if you don’t have it, life is on the rescue
seeing the world’s light with diamonds and gold  
its absence is like a story never to be told
being heir apparent is a luck  to behold
for your riches and your future’s hold
lucky are those  born with a silver spoon
an eclipse  won’t blacken the lovely full moon
but for those whose strength aren’t enough
survival to the fittest will spring into graft  
for other people who have a little of the brass
turn it into gold like the magic of Midas touch
sweat and blood aren’t enough for what it take
prayers and luck together are all that  make
if the smell of success is so near to be inhaled
just keep focus, you won’t be counted as failed
in life you have to spread all God’s graces
give your excess to others who have less


Morning – Aubade Poem : NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 06

my dream last night just ended abruptly 
as i felt the warmth of the rising sun
it was your smile that made the day lovely
just as i opened my eyes  the day begun 
scents of flowers flew to play around
as they opened their buds to a full bloom
 the bees started making their buzzing sound
ready to sip  your sweet flowery perfume
the morning dew that awakened the buds
begun to slide down from their petals and leaves
while the early worms begun to freely carve
our hearts on the green later plucked by thieves
the sun made an angle further to the west
you stepped on my shadow there’s no regret
’cause the shadows have slowly become one
proclaiming proudly  the day is done


Emily Dickinson / the hut owner – NaPoWriMo, Day 05

Today’s exercise asks you to do something similar, but in the interests of creativity, rather than ill-conceived “correction.” Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it! (Not sure where to find some Dickinson poems? Here’s 59 Dickinson poems to select from).

This is an altered  remake of an Emily Dickinson Poem, “A Bird Came Down the Walk”.

My version is entitled ” The Postman”.

“A Bird Came Down The Walk”                                                       “The Postman”

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Emily Dickinson                                                                                 the hut owner

A Bird, came down the Walk –                                                  A postman came down the Walk
He did not know I saw –                                                              He did not know I saw
He bit an Angle Worm in halves                                              He opened a letter by his finger
And ate the fellow, raw,                                                               And read in silence with awe
And then, he drank a Dew                                                         And then he drank the wine
From a convenient Grass –                                                        In an open house when he pass
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall                                 He tiptoed to the kitchen door
To let a Beetle pass –                                                                    And hid behind the mirror glass
He glanced with rapid eyes,                                                     He looked around with sharp eyes
That hurried all abroad –                                                           And hurriedly skipped the board
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,                 He peeped into the door outside
He stirred his Velvet Head. –                                                   Together with the things he hoard
Like one in danger, Cautious,                                                  And he passed the hall nervously
I offered him a Crumb,                                                               But saw me glanced at him
And he unrolled his feathers,                                                  And he rolled his fist at me
And rowed him softer Home –                                                 So i left the scene for home…
Than Oars divide the Ocean,                                                    As the rails divide the countries
Too silver for a seam,                                                                  The locomotives of the olds
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,                                          Or the airplanes of today
Leap, plashless as they swim.                                                   As the clouds divide unfolds
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Reading Edition, edited by R.W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)

“Loveless” Love Letter & The Break – up : NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 04

So today, I challenge you to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows. And if you’re not in the mood for love? Well, the flip-side of the love poem – the break-up poem – is another staple of the poet’s repertoire. If that’s more your speed at present, try writing one of those, but again, avoid thunder, rain, and lines beginning with a plaintive “why”? Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love or lovelorn-ness without the traditional trappings you associate with the subject matter.

i did not write letters about you and me
but i gave you a ring
i did not  let you know about what i felt for you
but i gave you mangoes green
i did not send you Valentine’s and Christmas cards
but i bought you chocolates and ice cream
i did not sleep in your house
though i want  you 24/07
 i did not pay your electric bills
but i bought scented candles for lights
just in case  a black out  would happen on the block
these were all i’ve done for you
and these happen throughout the year
these were all i could do
just to let you know i  care…

The Break-up

( Written on my T – shirt ).

( printed at the front ) Read at the back :    (  printed at the back  )  I lost her ! I’m free…



The Single Court – NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 03


basketball games are played everyday in this single court
a piece of property as an extension of the port
enjoying the smell of sea, waves and marine lives unknown
itching the sides of concrete sharp edges of rocks and stones
the midget boats pass  with be-muscled fishermen aboard
images of faces etched with joy, sufferings ignored
contentment scenes are flooding this single basketball court 
but a storm with strong winds coming to pound none can abort
the rains and wind pushed their way fast into this direction
the sun was mantled grey the rays gone out of reflection
the wind dived deeply and pushed volumes of salty water
to the shore where this court was built smashed its every corner
the front facing the sea got the most ferocious beatings
slapped the barrier right smacked like an angry woman fighting
the wall clashed with waves, forcing the water to splashed and surged 
as high as the court it went through, and the benches submerged
when all the forces of destruction were over and gone
back to the single court and enjoy the noise of freedom 


“Stars, my Angels, please watch over my daddy…” ( Free Verse ) – NaPoWriMo : Day 02

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there, the stars are up the sky
they don’t fall, why
God hangs them there to watch over you
to guard you, so you’ll always be safe when you play
they’re your guardian angels
guardian angels, daddy?
so God killed them because He hanged them
no, God placed them there
and why they don’t have wings
they have wings but you can’t see them
they’re very far from earth
they just blink, and twinkle
but they can see you
if you’re bad or good
if you’re bad they will punish you
if you’re good they will give you a present
so, go to sleep now, my child
do they have a father, too?
who is their father, daddy?
yes, they have, and he’s handsome
he is Jesus, he’s their father
and who is their mommy, daddy?
daddy, who’s their mommy?
daddy, oh, you’re already asleep
sweet dreams, daddy…
stars, my angels, please watch over my daddy…
hmmm, please, sleep now, my child, hmmmm…
we’ll visit your mommy tomorrow, hmmmmm…
in the cemetery,  so, sleep now, my child….
we’ll bring her flowers….sleep now….