To tell a story…

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foggy mind, rainy thoughts
strolling the boulevard of emptiness
waiting for the dawning of vastness
that deals with the saturation of reflections

as they come and go in the realm of the senses
as they stream along inside the empty shell
words struggled to remain in a silver minute
have vanished and gone in a golden second

flight of fancy scouting for precious words
suited for the collective thoughts of ideas
weaving a story that your mind creates
is like making a bedding without cloth, needle and thread

in a moment wanted words came rushing
in the Sahara now flows water in a stream
clear minds have caught up with inspiration
to write a story needs a solitary isolation…








Photography # 20 – Betel Nut Palm Tree

We have this palm at home and when the fruits are ripe they fall down from the tree and grow just beside it. They need to be replanted because they grow a few inches from one another. They need distance to have a good fully grown tree.

Betel Nut or Areca Catechu, a native to India, Asia, Philippines, and other parts of Africa. Its benefits in consuming these nuts include, mental alertness, boost energy levels, euphoria, stamina, boost appetite and aids digestion. Studies show that there are side effects in the use of these nuts.

My Mind… I Function…

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i am a part of the body
of the conscious being
that thinks and perceives
i am reflected in your memory
emotions, choices, sensations, desires
i am involve in remembering
deciding, considering, evaluating

when i see and walk near you
when i hear you speak i listen
when i touch your hand and warms
when i see your eyes meet mine
when i smell the breath from your mouth
and when you smile sweetly at me
i function quick as a wink

sadness and tears defeat me
i give up the war
i surrender to your heartaches
to your anguish and grief
even in your gloominess
i function to offer you relief

this is my mind
together with my heart
i ‘ll conquer the world
just to be with you…
i love you !
i really do !









Travel – There are no witches in Capiz…

When we were on the road for a tour of nearby province of Capiz, in Panay Island, Philippines, after a seemingly fruitful plan of buying pineapples on the roadside, we decided to proceed to a beach resort where we could rest for a while after the long drive. We were not familiar with the place so we asked people from the street to direct us to a beach resort nearby. We drove and drove until we got to spot a resort. This was unplanned so, whatever it was, so be it. And these are what we got.

CAPIZ, is a province in the central section of Western Visayas. Its location at the northeastern portion of Panay island made it a top producer of seafood products such as, prawns, milkfish, blue marlin, squids, oysters, seaweeds, and angel wings. The wide expanse of swampy lands that were converted into fishponds plus its 80 kilometers of coastline are the sources of the aquamarine products making the province the “Seafood Capital of the Philippines”.

Capiz is always on the top list when people talk about witches, spirits, and ghosts of the local folklore. We don’t believe the stories about “aswangs” I guess our elders told stories about them just to scare the children, so they would be home earlier. It’s my opinion though, I was also scared driving in the middle of the night. So, in the afternoon of 2PM we made our exit from the scene. We would still drive in 5 to 6 hours home.

We ate our dinner at the Iloilo-Capiz border at a roadside restaurant. Home was still 2 hours drive.


“Colors of the Musical Sounds”…

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floating vocals of pristine angels
eavesdropping on my willing ears
songs of the youthful angelic choir
dance in my cupid heart and inspire

blending of the chorus’ tiny voices
flying high and diving low of pitches
the lovely heartfelt harmonic pieces
loudness and softness of vitriolic dynamics


leisurely tempo of the gentle rhythm
striking qualities of tone, timbre and texture
totally in fine tune with the great melody
“colors of the musical sounds” at their forte…



Alone

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alone in the corner of my mind
thoughts are drifting far
into the innermost of myself
talking with the silence
waiting to talk back at me
to smile and give me a hug
and it did whisper
“I love you, I’m here beside you”

but the voice I heard
was a voice from within me
from the corner of my mind…






Night through dawn…

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The dark was drenched with rain 
babysitting the mind
Stretched to the adulthood of night 
like a clone walking side by side
Fully grown up in physical description 
bearing his dazzling intellect

The night was quiet 
yet burning was undisclosed
Deep in  consciousness 
adventure was a-brewing  
Flying everywhere 
seeing what's under the wings

Flickering lights below
Gaped with distant eyes 
Waves of scenes brought to the shore
On the sands of timeless future
The past has been written in history
And pages had been read  

Man had been scorned as slaves
Death was the punishment for the braves
Leaders were looked up as gods and goddesses
Their people pushed as pawns 
To win or lose safeguarding their name
Satisfy their egos and silly pride  

The late night has come to dawn
to deliver a new beginning
and listen to a new noise
To witness a fresh milestone 
to become another history
written as a youthful novel of the recent times... 

 
 


 
 

Photography #18 – Guimaras Island Mangroves…

Mangroves are shrubs or small trees that grow in saline or brackish water. They are salt-tolerant Halophytes which are adapted to life in harsh coastal low oxygen conditions of waterlogged mud. They have a complex salt filtration and root system to cope with salt water immersion and wave action.

Mangrove seeds are bouyant and germinate while still attached to the parent tree. Once germinated, the seedlings either within the fruit or out through the fruit to form a propagule, a ready-to-go seedling which produces its own food through photosynthesis.

Mature propagules drop into the water and are transported to far distances. It floats vertically rather than horizontally until they reached a muddy bottom which they are lodged and grow upward and start a shoot.


at life’s crossroads…

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he’s not a hefty load
and i cherish it
he lingers on his own grip
acting as the captain of his ship

younger days that slipped away
different paths stood our ways
chosen one was quite a change
contrasting a rugged mountain range

he has chosen a concrete avenue
the extent and end he never knew
easy as it came to be
easy as the road stretched free

but the span of ease has to end that way
unpredictable, so was the time of the heyday
mother had to bid the world goodbye
life in existence money can’t buy

to me, he’s not a burden
as i walk my own way to life
he’s not heavy, he’s a light load
a brother, i can carry him at life’s crossroads…






For us…

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I wonder how to do it
how to do it right
When someone is watching me
every move that I take
If I should hide it
and silently make it
Will you take a notice
and tell the world that I…

Yesterday, you didn’t call me
I was waiting, waiting for a ring
The phone was lonely, lonely
to hear your voice at the other end
Oohhh, now the rain is here
now my world is cold
Please tell me if I should call
and make a note that I…

Forgetting the promise
forgetting the day
forgetting how you should say
“I love you”, “You love me”
Either of the two
will do, for you, for me…for us !

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friendship…

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i tried to look back
the intimacy that we had
the familiarity that we built
the friendship that has chilled

living the moments of confidence
that have aged to a mood of silence
metamorphosed into a sphere of distrust
moments have mingled with the renegade dust

as our treasured times heavily weep
wallowed in the cluster of drifting gossips
needles and string will save and defend
finding judgment to silently mend

retired calendar hanging mutely on the wall
marked the years and current stage of growth
friendship at times sails smooth and rough at seas
but fixed harmony of togetherness in existence…












Travel – Parroquia de San Juan Bautista, Daet, Camarines Norte

Daet, Camarines Norte, Philippines has been bestowed the title as the “Gateway to Bicolandia”.
Majority ( 93% ) of the population are followers of the Roman Catholic church while the rest of the people’s faith are divided by several Christian groups such as, Iglesia Filipina Independiente or Aglipayan church, Iglesia Ni Cristo ( INC ), Baptists, Methodists, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Seventh-Day Adventists and others.

Parroquia de San Juan Bautista
Daet, Camarines Norte

St. John the Baptist church, also known as Parroquia de San Juan Bautista was established in 1611 making it one of the first churches in Camarines Norte built by the Franciscan friars and one of the region’s oldest.

The Roman Catholic Diocese of Daet is located in the capital town Daet in the Ecclesiastical province of Camarines Norte, Philippines with the jurisdiction over the province and to the Archdiocese of Caceres. It was created by Pope Paul VI on May 27, 1974.


Travel – Camsur Watersports Complex, Camarines Sur, Philippines

Camsur Watersports Complex ( CWC ) is a cable ski/wake park facility in the country.
It is the center of Philippine wakeboarding. The sport is a combination of water skiing, snowboarding and surfing techniques.

Camarines Sur is now considered a prime tourist destination for this genuine water sports adventure.

These units can be rented by tourists having a great time at the watersports facility.


Heartbreak in a photograph…

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Photographs of happy times back when
Cheerful memories are coming back and then
Every moment that sunny thoughts are there
Loneliness are driven and laughter takes its share

Every minute, every hour that we partake
Every dream, every plan that we made
Every word, every smile that you gave
Are the happiness that I’ll carry in my grave

Love has every reason for the pleasure of joy
When we felt the world is ours to last
As long as you are my faithful love
We all kept it here in this photograph

But when the laughter became tears of sadness
The smiles I hid from my happy me
And still we posed for a lovely souvenir
To bury both our heartbreak in a photograph…


Let Time Decides…

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bits of chronicled garbage
pile of filthy trash
scattered all around the area
hills and mounds of unborn agenda
feel like sweeping it all clean
burning them all, where do i begin

dried leaves of an abandoned great summers
messy crumpled and unused bonds of papers
electric fans’ blades resting at the far corner
diplomas of heroes hanging in a lazy cluster

litters of menthol cold candy wrappers
empty boxes of bath soaps used by actors
immaculate run-down panty shields under the bed
damaged and forsaken biscuit boxes left for dead

golden counts of unused tooth brushes smudged by time
under the kitchen cabinet hiding from a crime
carved cockroach bite on destitute boxes of English pasta
dozens old magazines fossilized by a forgotten era

now a fallen iron these rusty guns on the floor
these might have killed a thousand and a lot more
these killing bullets of yore should have exploded then
so nothing from the past could be used for the present

these olden things of ancient times, these stuffs and belongings
garbage for others, a memory for some, a treasure for the keepers
stories behind them were not known to many
let time decides their future, their saga, their continuing story…





The visit…

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i heard the clouds poured
the neighbors’ roofs flowed
but i didn’t see the waters
i felt it must be rain

a man just came here
a not so handsome one
he must not be ugly, the choice
i didn’t see him, just his voice

my mother was here
she can’t speak…


she touched my face
i can tell, her hands were warm and soft
with sagging skin through the years have yielded


she touched my chest, the faster the beat
she embraced me, i was baked by her heat
i touched her eyes, it was wet with tears
i touched her lips, it was quivering, struggling to speak

not a word she uttered, but kisses were showered
love was everywhere, the room has whispered
heavenly when i sniffed, the scent permeating
old smell of her dress revived her years of living…



Travel – Three in a row in Guimaras island, Philippines

Villa Igang Resort, Nueva Valencia, Guimaras island, Philippines
A caretaker keeps the swimming pool clean all the time for visitors use.
A visitor checking in for a week long stay…
For easy touring of the place, these signs tell you where to go…
Recycled tires made into seats and tables…
These stairs lead you to the hilltop swimming pool…
This is the adjoining beach resort which has a separate entrance gate…Dona Teresita Beach resort…enjoy the cool waters and the privacy !

You can rent this for a month …
From the area, you can see another adjoining beach resort, Alubihod Beach resort...you can choose which of the three to have a good time…


The drafts…

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mentally disturbed with the free fragments of written diaries
eyes dazzled through each and danced with scripted minds
filtered and classified forgetting  what it’s all about
mixed up in confusion  on the wide spread  colored canvas
only to see  the beginning at the end of the short lived piece

seeing a copy of draft standing at the center of the spread
moved around the right and skidded through the side of the left
grinning as it erased the written scene  altered to the beat of criticism
landed on the left again with a pinch of a harrowing displeasure
wordless majority clapped  in support of the green lighted stance

ruling pronounced there should be no colored negatives
leaning just a bit would make collapsing  stretch to end
like others that showed  different  deceitful agenda
pretentious ones that survived the monitored revealing 
banked in another mode of survival, lacked the oxygen to breath

then they expired right there on the screen never to be seen…


Patience

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jaded feelings nearing a worn – out
pushing fresh rusty nails into his heart          
adding salty guilt on swollen wounds                
is patience abused, breaking the limits of his temper

liquids do overflow its brim
running  more distances  at the edge of his toughness
drawing out  power in excess from his meager stamina
is a test of patience, aiming for excellence

calmness at the height of a possible danger
guts and  bravery to conquer some fears
poised enough to  project control and composure
that is patience, it’s a virtue, a character

 


up in the sky…

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there’s a lightning outside my window
up in the sky
every bolt of current discharged
there’s a light
in every sound created
it’s thunder….boooommmm…
heavy rain follows
thunder and heavy rain
together, thunderstorm
but sometimes dense clouds
with no precipitation at all
only lightning, thus,
electrical storm or
a lightning storm…


Can’t think well!

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I have a blank mind tonight
It’s not working
My God, what’s happening!
I glanced a cup of tea beside me
I made it, three hours ago, I forgot!
It’s a brand of green tea
But it’s not green, it’s brown
Now it’s lukewarm, a little bit less lukewarm
I’m waiting for my brain to function
I feel a bit different at this moment
I can’t think well…..a bit squeezed
A bit loose, a bit slow to react…. 
All this time I’ve been sitting here
So, this is what I’ve made
This is all ! 
I have to post this and…
I’m posting it! 

 


A Little Prayer

lift me up, Oh Lord, and console me
shed the burden out and lighten my haul
free me, let me breakout from this rotten fold
take the lead and i’ll follow your direction
to a truthful and righteous intentions

let me listen to a wondrous voice
clear my thoughts from abundant lies
fill my heart with sincerest smiles
teach my lips to talk real truth
and never to speak even a single falsehood

strengthen my weak frail body
to once again fly with vibrant pride
to soar the wide and windy skies
to give me vigor and toughness
and to defy and defeat the evil of sins…Amen .











Perfect Revelation…

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Boy:

I feel a glow within your dreamy eyes
The lightness of yourself seems like  clouds
But I see a wiping hand after our “Hi’s”
The look of your face showing some doubts

Teary as you hint hiding a certain thing
I see sadness reacting with what you say
Is the joy you feel means all or nothing
‘Cause I see a tear falling when you say, “ok”

               

               In a minute, the clouds  turn to darkened grey
               Tears become a stream  of flowing watercourse
               The river rushes its waters as her sight turns away
               Flash of glow,  her eyes sprint, her spirit soars

Girl: 

The “ok” and falling tears meant “I love you”
My eyes avoiding yours meant “I didn’t deceive you”
The glow in my eyes I  hide but still you noticed
Is a “Yes”  and solemnly swear, “I promise” … 







Photography – Red Flowers #13

I found this flower within the vicinity of Tinago Falls Leisure Park in Caibiran, Biliran Island, Eastern Visayas, Philippines. This island lies off the northern coast of Leyte Island just across Biliran Strait.

Remembering my brother, my twin, a soldier…

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when days are lonely
appearance floats  
noted figure flares
fixed eyes meant for me
slashing like a sword

weeping eyes flaming
trembling hands wiping
speaking lips shivering
heart is pounding
bitter, distressing, broken 

invading, blue days coming
strong military men romping
advancing brave soldiers
sharp and conscious state 
weapons in hand, ran, striking

while i sit on his tomb
remembering a fallen soul
a year passed made me a lone
grieving, remembering a lost one
my brother,my twin, a soldier, gone...

cold lives done not in  haste      
courage in fervor hasn't been a waste
aiming a win by scoring a wise slay
not a loss, the cost of dear lives
heroes fought a war for peace to survive ....

Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award

Ideal Inspiration Blogger 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 Rajani Blogs for this award. You can visit his site at  https://rajaniraiblogs.wordpress.com/2020/09/03/ideal-inspiration-blogger-award/ and be convinced that his kind of writing is worth your time and effort spent.

Rajani Blogs wants to know more about myself and he asks the following questions :

  1. What inspired you to start your blog?

I retired from work on July 2013.I started using and playing the laptop on October 2013 but blogging was not taken seriously. It was just an amusement cheering myself how to pass the time. Sometimes it was a learning process, but most of the times, it was just for fun. I did not exert so much effort on blogging until I have read an article from WordPress which the writing style of the author caught my attention. I really like how she went around about her subject. It was the number of comments and Likes that attracted me to be one of those future commenters. I began exploring how to be in the world of WordPress which required a great number of hours patiently studying the hows of laptop operations. Learning a little, I started to write musings, and poems until it blossomed into full time writings. Serious compositions began in October 2014 and up to this day, I’m enjoying the pleasure of blogging. On May 2018 I stopped my laptop adventures because traveling grabbed the opportunity to blog further. Intermittently, I’d post something produced by inspiration once in a while. The whole year of 2019 was a lazy year for me until March 2020, where the lockdowns were implemented and I was caught and entangled in the province due to those limited acts of movement due to the corona virus pandemic. These lockdowns made me to be confined in the house for four months, thus, doing nothing kept me busy again in my beloved blogging thing.

2.Which type of book do you like to read?

It’s been gathering dust since we graduated from college a long time ago. It’s browning now, and those volumes really need to be browsed. It’s the ENCYCLOPEDIA  AMERICANA in 30 volumes.

3.Write a short note about gender relating to your place’s culture.

Nowadays, gender equality is not only a fundamental human right but a basis for a peaceful, prosperous and sustainable world. In my place, it has been accepted in society that women has to do the household chores while men has to do the odd jobs as he is the head of the family. But slowly, females are catching up what men can do. There are already female taxi drivers, female tricycle drivers, female welders, female mechanics, etc. But it will take a long time for females to fully adopt to changes, that is, to be fully absorb in the workforce where men dominates.

4.What type of lifestyle do you prefer?

I like the city life but, once in a while I’m missing the provincial life style which is slow. In the city you have to rush everything. You have to run after your time. There’s so much traffic. Everybody is in a hurry. So now, I prefer the slow style of living, provincial life style.

5.What is your advice to all people of the world at this pandemic time of COVID 19?

My advice is : Follow what your government tells you. It’s for your own good. If you want to die early, don’t use your pandemic paraphernalia. Don’t observe physical distancing. Don’t wash your hands properly. Stay outdoors. In a week’s time you’ll die on the street of no return.

My contenders for the Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award are:

  1. offshore writings.com : https://offshorewritings.com/poems/
  2. Narayan Tushar Kavendinya – road to nara :https://road-to-nara.com/about-me/
  3. the unseen miles : https://theunseenmiles.wordpress.com/2020/08/12/mawsynram-a-village-in-the-clouds/
  4. Akshita Bansal – My Unspoken https://myunspokenthoughts2.wordpress.com/2020/09/03/malala-yousafzai/
  5. Tony A. : https://tonyaholisticblog.com/2020/08/27/the-creators-confession/
  6. RIVRVLOGR : https://rivrvlogr.com/2020/09/03/serenitys-end-writephoto/
  7. yassy yaskhan : https://yassy66.wordpress.com/2020/09/03/incandescence/
  8. Brett :https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/36545647/posts/2893161180
  9. Paul Vincent Cannon – pvcann – parallax :https://pvcann.com/2020/09/03/here-i-am-a-poem-by-paul-vincent-cannon

My Questions for the contenders of the award :

  1. Is it important to be inspired when you write an article ? Why? and Why not?
  2. Why do you think you deserve to be nominated for this award?
  3. Do you need music to be on the background when you write? If so, what type of music do you listen to?
  4. Is it proper to nominate a friend-on-line this award? Give a reason.
  5. Are you happy to be on the list of nominees? Why?

Rules of the Award :

  1. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to her/his blog.
  2. Answer their questions.
  3. Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions.
  4. Notify the nominee’s through their blog by visiting and comment on their blog.
  5. List the rules and display the ” Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award” logo.
  6. Provide the link of the award creator of the Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award as Rising Star from Ideal Inspiration.  https://idealinspiration.blog

the link –  https://idealinspiration.blog

Photography – Symmetry #07

Nogas Island, Antique, Philippines“Some tourists have chopped these spiny leaves of this plant for reasons only them knew. But is it necessary to damage the beauty of this plant just to expose the inner structural arrangement of its leaves?”

Challenge the twilight…

a walk through this rough and hostile shore
hurting my feet with dead sea shells
bruise , cuts and bloody wounds
like a victim of torture and abuse
walking and stepping on my shadow
the heat of the sun is searing me
with fiery rays crowning my head
darkening my skin by infrared
this isn’t a hot summer yet
king sun is releasing its burning heat
this season is still on drizzles of rains
but why the hot spells of rhythmic cadence
sometime it happens in the life of man
halfway through a quiet and blissful ambience
a Gordian knot needing to be untied
to be on track again to challenge the twilight…