Flowers Falling From the Narra Tree

This is one of my old poems requested by my friend Mitch, the comment below is from my previous blog

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I watch through this rusty gate

As the wind lightly blows through my fingertips.

Flowers, yellow, beautiful, gently fall,

Trampled by passersby on these dirty streets.

Aurora’s death, May afternoon,

Season ends with promise of return.

And Dolores’ song is on my stereo,

“Summer’s over, it’s the golden rule”, she said

And strums the guitar to a lonely fade.

Narra tree stands sturdy, tall,

With dying leaves and bloody barks.

Roots that crawl through earth and time,

A silent witness to 1970’s crimes;

But flowers will always be yellow, beautiful.

Children dance, learn spring free,

To catch and hold a petal in their hands.

I, in my childish thoughts and reverie,

Forever keep petals in my heart this day.

So, be still, spirit sublime of mine.

Flip through these glossy pages, malign!

Stare not to these staring blue eyes,

For time is harsh yet fair

To these brown hands I declare!

For soon will these indio eyes see,

When clouds shall part and darkness fall.

And I, with grains of faith in me,

Shall join the wind and fly away.

And flowers will always be yellow, beautiful

Though they’re crushed, they will always fall.

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“I found you! It was a challenge, but lo and behold, when I analyzed my stat counter, I put two and two together and here you are. You write wonderful verse. Keep writing. . .” Grace D. Chong, author

No War in Ba Sing Se

There is no war in Ba Sing Se

My mind is trained to think that way

For outside these thickened walls

I do not dare to see

There is no war in Ba Sing Se

And life in here is but ordinary

Amidst the busy streets and city lights

You do not think of war and insurgency.

There is no war in Ba Sing Se

We are hushed to talk and dare to think

For our economy is strong

Thus, our thoughts should reside there

There is no war in Ba Sing Se

We wear our masks from day to day

Painted happy faces who do not dare to ask

Why men are taken by thieves of the night

There is no war in Ba Sing Se

And why should one think of such?

When outside these thickened walls,

I do not dare to see

For my heart is a wallflower

and in these walls I feel free.

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Ba Sing Se is the titanic capital of the Earth Kingdom, encompassing nearly all of the northeast corner of the country in the Avatar world.

Sang Sabang

Sang Sabang haw mokadto kaw,

pa-ibana ako.

Sang Mahupgop na halayo,

o sang tulay na haduol

mo-iban ako.

Magbabaktasay kita

sang mabato na dan

Magniniluksuhay kita

sang mga panagsa na lanang

sining liba-ong na agihanan.

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Sabang is a beach in my hometown. Interestingly, there is also a Sabang Beach in Puerto Galera and Palawan. The poem is about a walk to the beach and the rugged path ahead.