one is...
when couples share responsibilities...
when individuals unite for the common good...
when humans live in harmony with nature...
one is not a lonesome number after all.
one is...
when couples share responsibilities...
when individuals unite for the common good...
when humans live in harmony with nature...
one is not a lonesome number after all.
in your wonder I stare
with your radiance
my innermost being is seen
not minding
that I could be part of you
I'm decreasing not out of fear...
nor because of my weaknesses...
but because of knowing...
that I've accomplished something in a day...
and that by doing so...
I'm happy watching you grow.
we are different in many ways.
I like Oscar winning movies, while yours are blockbusters.
I like songs with well-written lyrics and melodies, while yours are beats and sounds.
I like fish and vegetables, while yours are pork and junks.
I don't like much salts or sugars in the dishes, while yours is the opposite.
Yet, we love doing the essential things in life together.
Dine.
Chat.
Travel.
Learning from each other.
Sharing our blessings to fellow human beings.
And despite the test of time, we are sticking on to each other.
Maybe we are meant to be together.
sa imong mga mata
ma-aninaw ang luta
sa nanglabay'ng panahon
sa dihang ang marka sa pagmahay
nikamang na'g hinayhinay
sa hunahuna mo'ng gustong mopahulay
karon buot monalang hikalimtan
ang gi-usikan
nga kahigayunan
I wrote this one last year for my brother. I didn't send it to him 'til recently. He's brought our family so much misery and I never, ever said a word. I wanted him to change but he seems deaf and blind to all of it.
Punctured Soufflé
My dish is not cold,
like what you've been told.
you could grow old,
but I'll always be bold,
with these cries I've yet to unfold....
Walking like a fool on a mission,
towards this road to perdition,
when will your eyes gain vision,
so you'll see this transgression,
that's causing much perversion....
Enough with these excuses!
Can't you live without your muses?
we could debate our own second guesses
but if you carry on with this weakness,
i might as well find it useless.
Can you hear me sizzle?
as I land on your whistle,
with a thump in the middle,
and a huge crash on what's brittle?
This is how I vent,
always time well-spent.
So before you could lament,
try to smell your own pungent scent
that's been key to your steady descent.
I made this poem for my guy 3.5 years ago. I somehow made some adjustments on it though.
It was in the middle of Feb when we first met.
You offered your hand, and I have you a glance.
Reaching thru you as I looked into your eyes,
I felt something so great that I can't suddenly take.
You're melting me like ice turning into water.
You drive me crazy like ice cream topped with berry.
Oh, what's this...
It's driving me mad, these feelings that I had.
You asked for my heart and I gave you a part.
Yes, I cant forget the date 'coz it has a number 8.
It's been four years that I've spent with you my dear.
Happy and proud that's what I am right now;
For the love you so freely give that I can't dare to deceive.
How I wish you'll be everlasting,
Not just a dream but a reality.
How I wish you're my meant to be,
Not just a passer-by but my destiny.
I so Love Shakespeare
Just you’re beautiful doesn’t mean your good at all
O how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odor which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumèd tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly,
When summer’s breath their maskèd buds discloses;
But for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwooed, and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odors made;
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth;
When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth
Dili pa dugay nga kita mag ambahan
Djd mawala sa atong panumduman
Handumon ka bisan sa akong damgo
Kay di ko na ikaw ikahibalag
Ngano ang kalipay
mubanos man ang kangit-ngit?
Ngano ang kahayag
baslan man sa kasakit?
Ingon ni-ana katalinghaga
Mga saad way katumanan
Mga damgo nahugno ug natun-as
Apan ayaw kawad-ig paglaum
Handumon ka bisan unsa kalisod
Pailob lang kay ang kinabuhi
Pulos kahibulungan
Ug dili masabtan...
Kay kining tanan
Bililhong Handumanan
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