Sa sulok tumahan

sa nakita kong inyong lambingan
makakabuting sa sulok na tumahan.
hanggang sa lubos aking maunawaan
tinatakbo inyong mga palatuntunan.

sa mga tula muna ni barok manahan.
may kataga kayong gamit, kahulugan
hindi alam. tinalak na kasabikan
sa dibdib tuluyan narapat pipilan

mas higit marapat, laging pagtuunan
mga gawain tula, sa pagpanaw iiwanan
sa minahal sa buhay, at mga kaibigan.
magpapatuloy mga kaligayahan katuwaan.

sa nakitang bagong hamon, pagkaabalahan
may bubuksan na hardin, mayroon kainan
malapit sa bahay kubo, na maging tirahan
kaya sa inyong rengahan, wala ako dyan.

mga tula ni barok, salapi ang kailangam.
bago matapos 2009, ipadala sa imprentahan.
2010 election naman, pangsyudad sanggunian
sasalihan, kaya mga gawain hindi maubusan.

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sa harap ng computer april 26 2009 9:03 PM

katagang mahapdi

KATAGANG MAHAPDI

Isang gabing ako'y umuwi
isinalubong mong pagbati
Ay mga katagang mahahapdi
taynga isipan hindi mawari

Tulirong tuliro aking isipan
Hindi malaman bakit nagkaganyan
Akoy bigla nalang kinasuklaman
Wala naman nagagawang kamalian

Nagdaan gabi puno ng antok
Hindi naman dalawin ng tulog
Damdamin magulo baka pumutok
kumukulo dibdib bulkan sasabog

sinag ng araw sa umaga lumisan
Kinuhang tricycle aking sinakyan
kidlat sa bilis Pinatakbo sa daan
Damay ang kasalubong sa kamatayan

Pangako

hindi iiwan

pangarap mo sa buhay

pangakong bula

Ang presidente

ako na anak

sama sama na tayo

ang presidente

Mixing colors turning point

in my hand the brush will be dancing
colors intermingling, caressing the
empty white canvas. life will bloom
beaming with the radiance of nature.

mixing yellow and red, colors of dawn
mix water sugar orange, thirst in glass
combine red and blue, violets on lawn
yellow blue playing, dancing on grass

green grass of summer, tree leaves green
blue sky, yet dear i will always love you
white canvas waiting, daunting never seen
the brush full colors, with different hue

am already fifty five when i learn to paint
colors always facinate the eyes, so on lips
bright eyes no more, in poem i found a saint
now writing, turning the brush to pencil tips.

The brush is dancing

this is my [TANKA]


devoid of colors
my canvas is all in white
yellow blue and red
the brush is swirling dancing
my world emptiness is gone

Susan boyle on you tube

on Britain Got Talent


seeing you really amazed me
opening a new level of hope
for dreamers to overcome
the world that's always cynical
the world that wait's to laugh at you.

but now the world looks with awe
you release a new spectrum of hope
giving courage to dreamers to pursue
the dream, a dream that may not come
yet hoping to succeed and not be ashame

age is a hindrance no more to me
dreams gain new hope immediately
a gift i receive without you giving
the confidence you show inspire
not only me but all dreamers to be

am already sixty five yet longing
that i can left behind poems of life
of nature of love and also adventure
worthy of reading to those left behind
susan boyle tears and smiles engulf me.

susan boyle susan boyle your an inspiration.