Tatlong linggo

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Sunset over the Potomac River

Sa pagsikat at paglubog ng araw
Sa liwanag ng buwang kay panglaw
Sa mga gabing hindi dalawin ng antok
Sa bawat bulong ng pusong tumitibok
Sa mga patlang ng pangungusap
Sa bawat segundong mata ay kumurap
Naroon ka
Saan man ako magpunta

Hahanapin ka sa bawat aawiting kanta
At madidinig ka sa bawat tipa ng gitara
Tatawirin ang pagitan
Sa aking isipan, ika’y masisilayan

Tatlong linggo ang lilipas
At sa huli, ako ay kakaripas
Pabalik sa bayang pinagmulan
Sa piling mo, doon ako mananahan

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Balisawsawin

(Para kina Fro, Ella at Cel)

Kwento ng init-lamig-init
Patumpik-tumpik
Mga planong walang plano
Ng pulpol na mga arkitekto
Nakasulat sa hangin
Nakakakabag
Nakakabagabag
Bakasyon na walang aksyon
Mapagpanggap
Mga pangarap
Tunaw sa araw
Binalisawsaw

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Galley port

Mina de oro
My one golden breathing space
Open sea glistens

Graceful island dance
Hypnotic beats, crashing waves
Quiet in the din

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Puerto Galera sunset

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Promontory

Inspirational Speechwriting 101

I’m a fraud.

A friend asked me to edit her inspirational speech addressed to graduating students of her alma mater. I injected it with so much positivity that even I doubted what the heck I was writing about.

An inner monologue ensued…

What was written: Don’t be afraid to take that step, to make that decision.

What I was really thinking: “Yeah, you can totally do this, kids. Or not. We’re all just trying to survive, you know.”


What was written: How will you know that you are on the right track? You have your parents, your siblings, your relatives, your teachers, your significant adults that you may consult.

What I was really thinking: “Wuuuuuut? Don’t base your decisions on the advice of a village’s council of elders! Adults make mistakes too. Do your own thing. You’re a responsible adult yourself. Backbone, please.”


What was written: Trust your instincts. Listen to your heart. It will not betray you.

What I was really thinking: “Duh. That’s not how it happens in real life.”


What was written: You are young and you have all the choices before you.

What I was really thinking: “So yeah, dear graduates, you’re screwed just like the rest of the working population. Enjoy!”

But what do you know, I went right ahead and added to the speech this gem of a quote (thank you, Google):

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” -Howard Thurman

I don’t know you, Mr. Thurman, but thank you. That hurt, but thanks. You see, I’m one of those zombies. So that makes me a lying speechwriter.

I really should follow this advice and practice what I preach. It’s time to ask:

What makes me come alive? And why am I not doing that?

I’m asking the same questions wide-eyed fresh graduates are asking. Ooookay. Way to go, maturity.

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Scorching

A few of my 575 favorite things…

Football reminds me
Of summer-dreaming giraffes
Soya milk mornings

Sweet-salty popcorn
Subtitled foreign movies
The best afternoons

Babys and Sharpies
Elephants from Bangalore
Spotified evenings

(Written for Thursday Poetry Rally Week 81)

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