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What the Clouds Reveal

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Photo Credit: Jeejaz Levina Lady Mountain full of splendor Your lasting beauty we adore But why often so shy --- Hiding behind clouds in the sky? We natives are charmed For we know you’re magical But tourists from afar Think you’re mythical Do not hide in shame You may have imperfect crevices But please, Lady Mountain You’re beautiful just the same! Your greens and blues Are contrasting elegance of hues The clouds of white and gray Lets you dance in gay As day turns sunset We see you clad in violet Or, at other times, gold And to some, red velvet When evening comes and sets We still see you Adorning our landscape With your fine silhouette Sometimes around you Are stars that glimmer Together with bright city lights, They shine as dainty glitters And when they’re not around Full moon fills the void As lamp that lights the sky Uncovering you at midnight As an i

The Drama of Casa Simeon

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Near the easternmost coast of the province of Albay , facing the wide expanse of Pacific Ocean, is Bacacay ,  a resort town known for its volcanic black sand beaches . Standing in its very center is Casa Simeon , a mansion said to be constructed in 1920 . I was prompted to visit this old house by the closing of its art exhibit the next day as it turns out that my friend, an astral twin, Regine Eina Esternon , has one of her beautiful paintings displayed inside. It was late in the afternoon when I finally mustered enough willpower to do what I had wanted to do since several weeks ago. My brother came along with me and his waze app proved to be very helpful as we found the old house in an unfamiliar area. We used to visit Bacacay for its beaches but not for something found inside its poblacion. At first glance, the mansion looks very dainty and, because we were too curious, we immediately went inside to see its grandeur and all the details. We didn't hav

An Everlasting Pulchritude

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The beauty that still mesmerises us Of the mountain who used to be a lass Every time we set our eyes on her Something makes us wonder For how can Mother Nature be so gracious To give us something which, though, we need not choose Is, nevertheless, so spectacular That no other mountain is at par? She’s so magnificent Though she explodes every now and then Each of her eruptions Is worth several captions What would scare us to leave? The magma? The raining of ash? The broken debris? The boulders? Or the lava-fountaining and showers? But these are the same matters That add to the volcano’s wonders Because from a safe distance Are spots for other-worldly trance ! For tourists and visitors, Even to locals and natives, Its explosion and eruption Are tourist attractions Why are we not afraid then, Do you ever wonder? Because we always see her…

Pool of Dreams

I wrote a poem from way back October 13, last year. After ten months, I looked it up again. Because I was bothered by my thoughts, I tried to edit it. However, I realized that the edited version appears to be a response to the earlier version, which is probably the result of a change of mind. The earlier version appears like this... I want a life of simplicity Of peace and felicity Away from complexity And webs of intricacy But I'm competitive I won't settle with Good, old mediocrity Just to be happy A person of irony That's who I am A guy so lazy But can be so dreamy I'm now a cpa lawyer But wishes to be A singer-songwriter A mayor, a governor A prolific writer A bodybuilder What else could I be? Oh an impressionist painter I have so many dreams But nowhere to begin While I love swimming In a pool of dreams, I'm drowning And this is the new version... I live a life of simplicity Of peace and felicity Away from complexity And webs of intricacy

Is Love a Constant –

Regardless of mood or circumstance, it remains? And when it fades because of a tweak here or there, it is but a mirage? I guess I’ve felt what it’s supposed to be – for ladies I cannot be with. It’s the emotion I feel when I see someone to be perfect or perfectly beautiful despite the flaws because for no reason but love, her allegorical scars – the mistakes of God – are forgiven. The feeling doesn’t change. It's a constancy of company and connection, a perspective that endures day by day, moment by moment, even after years or decades passing by. Because I see her in exactly the same way as the day we met, and the more we get to know each other, I unravel more things I like about her, all justifying the imperfections, and giving me memories that add spice to mundane moments. I may have sought the wrong women, looked love in the wrong places, defined it by wrong standards. Age does not matter, everybody says. But my youth is done; my potentials to develop young, sweet

The Porteria Church

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When we were young, we would regularly attend Sunday masses at this ordinary-looking church. It seemed to us that it's just the usual church people would flock to every Sunday. So when we saw a few tourists taking pictures of this 'regular' church, my siblings and I were confounded. "Well, this was just the church we go to every Sunday. What was so special about it?," we murmured in our local dialect. Unbeknownst to us is that this church which we often overlook and ignore is actually rich in history and architectural value. One dawn, after waking up early, I decided to see if Mayon's beauty can be captured by my camera. The skies were clear, fortunately, so the plan was pushing through. On our balcony, shots were taken. I was not satisfied. Our town church was visible from the balcony. Tempted, I decided to visit it and take more pictures. Popularly known as Daraga Church (named after our town, Daraga, Albay ), I fondly call it the ' P

An Irony of Surprises

When asked who I am, I can't quite say for I myself could not figure out who myself was. For instance, I don't like reading but I write. I don't understand poems but I write poetry. I can't sing - according to my mom - but I compose songs. I was called an 'Einstein' in high school, but, instead of taking up science courses, I ended up a lawyer. I would love to bike or swim, but instead I work out at the gym. I memorized all the states of the US - including New Mexico - but I've never been to any one of them. I know Faroe Islands, the Seychelles, Gdansk, Cancun, Seville, and so many other places on earth --- but I've never traveled outside the country. I can draw the entire map of Mindanao, but I've never even been there. I know so much about history, but I lack depth and understanding in politics. I consider myself a frustrated economist --- but all I have is a savings account. I love dancing but I don't have the sense of r