Caravan Of The Waterbearers Sonnet 1
Though You Tell Me Not Sonnet 2
"Fair Hope Of My Motherland" Filipinos All
Shout from the Heart of the Square A Secret
Music For One Unseen reflection
We will not forget the evil eye Of the storm they raised, Gutting the grounds we defended. We have been trained To look away too often When man’s flesh, muscle, bone, Knifed woman, to protect The child’s eyes from the dust Of the lord’s sin against Our kind, pretending Our tears are daughters of the wind Blowing across no woman’s land.
We have had to seek the center Of the storm in the land we claim Is ours, too. Faces keening towards The full force of winds Once blinding us, we see The blur of broken earth, Blasted wastes, damned seas.
Our vision clears in our weeping.
We have joined the trek Of desert women, humped over From carrying our own oases In the claypots of our lives, Gathering broken shards we find In memory of those who went Ahead of us, alone.
When we sieze the watersource, Our ranks will complete the circle We used to mark around our tents, Making homes, villages, temples, Schools, our healing places. And we will bear witness for Telling them true stories Of the caravan.
Researched by: Joanalyn T. Pangan
I know you love me, though you tell me not, I know you hold me captive for always In the strong nets of your life, Celestial thurible of a perennial dream.
Though you tell me not that without me You cannot live, My desire tells me ‘tis all true: That many sad flowers girdle your forehead If when depressed, you think of an Awakening.
What shall I tell you? I look at you… and I am silent. Well do you comprehend now my deep Silence. The star turned flower in the distant sky Contemplates its shadow on the waters Without fear.
Let my sorrow on your breast repose, Like a weary traveling dove. Beneath the tepid shade of the tranquil Orchard Let us the kind caress of peace enjoy.
May repose be a song, a serenade, While in the hour serene we baste The ripened dreams of past epochs That with effluvium fill our old souls.
Though you tell me not you think of me, That all of me in your heart you keep, Return to remembrance shall I and finding You, Though you tell me not I shall know that It is love!
Researched by: Joanalyn T. Pangan
No matter how deep the stream, Its depth can be fathomed; The really difficult task Is to find a good heart.
When one submits himself To wounding, The intense pain is bearable; When one is unwilling, Even the merest scratch Can fester.
Researched by: Joanalyn T. Pangan
Life is real! Life is earnest, For time is the shortest. Let's try and do our very best, Trust God--for He will do the rest.
Not enjoyment and not sadness, Is our destined goal or success-- But to act-- and find happiness, Face and go on-- for life is a process.
In the world's broad feild of battle, Let's strive always to struggle-- And face everychallenge-- and trouble. So, to make our home aHoly temple.
From heaven's light gleams the luster, Born you are, oh youth, shining To see the face of your country wailing. For you to bear, oh young riser, A mother's love to plightful martyrdom, To die and to rest for ardent freedom Where wealth and riches can't be mightier.
Grow, oh brave children of this land adored, Nurtured you are from father's and mother's palms, Whistling homely tunes, singing church's psalms, And to walk a life with education soared. Hating the wrong and living the right, To love knowledge and all it's light, And to prove that the pen is mightier than the sword.
Now, oh youth, face the eastern sun, See its glory and, oh, how it glows! To earth its rays eternally flows, Without her how can creatures run? Same here with the Motherland, How can she run without your powerful hand That cheers her soul until life is done?
Rise, oh valiant children of Filipinas, rise up high! Hear the call of education that you might be worthy of liberties, And greet her with wide open arms to achieve dignities That Her name may never die! And on Her earth your deeds are eternally written Whether to suffer or die for your own brethren In hero's tears or battlefields' cry!
Stand your feet firm and still above this clime, Hold your heads up high and behold the sky, Ignorance and darkness you must defy, And keep up pace with the wheels of time! Sky is no limit and the aim is higher, Now, oh youth, reach knowledge up farther, Farther and deeper than the poet's rhyme!
Hear not the illusions' call, oh humble flower, Face you must the tests of reality And learn its pain without passivity, With no fear nor tears, not to retreat nor to cower! For reveries and fantasies are for the child, Like their petals so frail and mild, But in juventud's strength you, oh youth, must tower!
Raise you spirit, oh fair hope of my Motherland, Light there is in this land we weep over, One you are all and you all must gather To glory you lift Filipinas with your mighty hand! Hail to you, oh sons and daughters of my sorrows' sorrow, Light, hope, sight, and soul you are of this nation's tomorrow, And hail to You, oh my Country, only it is a vision and, ah, how grand!
Researched by: Virgie Estrella
source: www.filipinobooks.com/poetry.htm
The Lion of St. Mark's soars above the piazza canopied by a blue winter sky. And I, down here among the din of shopkeepers and tourists and snooty café waiters, am roaring with my youth and my solitude and the pure joy of anonymity and fiery freedom.
Researched by: Edwina Nalugon
I want music to mean, music to tell Story of one brief gladness,meaning Of long despair, but meaningless Leaves me unmoved, untouched as evening.
Over the city, resole,starless, Famished for stoleen fires that flame Within the desolated corners of the mind Holding no memory, meaning no name.
What of the magic, what of the sweeoing wind battling the bones that the sadness and alone I face the night-I must.
I have beeen lonely in this address, Seeker of music with meaning keeper of reeds the gods have cast away, Comesevery dawn, greater of morning.
Researched by: Yaun Gomaya
Courage! Remember not your weakness Free yourself in distress For God saved you from darkness Even if you are the less.
Courage! Even if you have fear Be still and hear In every drops of tear Someon is near.
Courage! Gad said, if only you would hear You would be able to bear All troubles in life without fear For God, you are so dear.
Last night, I heard myself asking these, my heart skipped a beat as I watched you breathe, my eyes swelled with tears as I listened to your heartbeat.
Will you know my name? Will you still call me mom? Will you play with me? In my arms will you come? Will you still touch my face? Or hug me perhaps? Will you let me hold your tiny hands? Will I still hear you laugh?
I prayed in my heart That you wouldn't forget me- your mommy when you get there.
Researched by: Jessie Tenedero
First, a poem must be magical,
Then musical as sea gull.
It must be a brightness moving
And hold secret a bird’s flowering.
It must be slender as a bell,
And it must hold fire as well.
It must have the wisdom of bows
And it must kneel like a rose.
It must be able to hear
The luminance of dove and deer.
It must be able to hide
What it seeks, like a bride.
And over all I would like to hover
God, smiling from the poem’s cover.
Researched by: Richelle Laurente
Perhaps when love is no more a passion
Someone will discover my poems and read;
Be encouraged by a vanished breed
And, refreshed, perform the current fashion.
You who read me, so observe the scansion
Of lines, more lasting than Orion’s tread
Meaning: realize the power of the seed
Spread by me, wanton, in constellation.
Academic—know is mere appendage.
A moment, if you can, to act like lead
Remember your mysterious origins.
Listen, your own heart, ancient gods, great sins—
Legacy of innumerable dead.
Researched by: Richelle Laurente
So you think you're immune? How about another dose? You shake your head-- What means that?
How many suns are you? Can you count what's enough? Can you see the horizon, perhaps? Does it even apply?
How many suns are you? What makes you think you can count? See your fingers? No? Won't you let me see?
Who taught you these numbers? Who bent and stretched your fingers? You are shaking it before me? You think it's all right?
Who are you pointing to? Do you know what you're doing? Is she even there? You think you're here?
Researched by: Virgie Estrella
source: www.filipinobooks.com/poetry.htm
A cloud passed over the moon's bright light as the heavens turned into a deeper shade of blue. the stars blazed , bright as Vincent's palette. the silence is broken with the rustling leaves
While the winds caressed blades of grass. awakened crickets danced and the branches swayed to the ensemble of the night. ripples on the water conceived a beat its own
As slowly the horizon emerged from its deep slumber revealing splendor and perfection. illuminated by the soft warm glow upon the waters, La Luna danced solo, undulating to the music in the darkness. The Moondance.
Researched by: Virgie Estrella
source: www.filipinobooks.com/poetry.htm
In Luzon Are Ilokanos Tagalog and Bicolanos. Ifugaos and Pampanguenos. Igirots and Batanguenos.
In the Visayas are Ilonggos, Leytenos, and Capizanos Cebuanos, Antiquenos, Samarinos, Boholanos.
Muslims come from Mindanao, So with Tausugs and Samal, Zamboanguenos Maguindanaos, Manobos and Maranaos.
These are the Filipinos, Hospitable, strong brave; They fought against colonizers For an independent Philippines.
Your smile brightens my day Your touch warms my heart Your gaze burns my soul What you do makes me fall
Your sweet words, i cant forget Your scent continues to linger Your care for me so tender Makes me fall even deeper
Your presence delights me Your humor never fails You and your charming ways Keeps me afloat for days
Your heart reaches out to me Mine wants to do the same But it shields itself from pain Afraid of getting hurt again
Each time that we're together Is the time im missing you the most Cause I have you by my side But these feelings, I continue to hide.
Researched by: Juvelin Balili
I threw myself In place of seclusion, Where silence fills the four-corners, And only my own footsteps can be heard.
For a moment, An image came into view, Blinding me with her unraveling beauty. But I was dismayed
To what my eyes had laid on. Her radiance was nothing more than a mere shadow Hidden behind the façade Of a resentful being
Covered by a cloak of pretence. Her delicate body looked withered and pale empty. With a heavy heart, I walked away And ceased to remember the vision
That haunted my thoughts. The figure disappeared leaving me shaken, As if the walls and the mirror Spoke the hidden truth.
And so, My spirit yearns, Pleading to be changed. With the promise that tomorrow, The reflection will emerge anew.
Researched by: Jeb Dagon
I woke up monday morning With the promise of a new beginning. I smiled to myself as I felt the sun’s invitation to tango Touched my skin. I jumped off the bed and peered though my window.
Out there, I saw your face And my mind drifted to thoughts of you and me Vivid images of us together Paraded through my head
That of our stolen moments and cozy nights When you’re feverish body engulfed mine. But suddenly reality crept on me I rubbed my eyes and looked again
But you were never there. I realized that it was just another face In the crowd, another one of those numerous Times that you plague my thought
Researched by: Jeb Dagon
We should cherish, bless, safeguard all that is our own Let us comfort ourselves like true Filipinos as Rizal When all of us havve become true Filipinos the example and teachings that Are Rizal precious legacy.
Only then shall we be redeemed from this situation in which we seem to be Strangers in our own country in its proper place The security and dignity of a state rest on the security and dignity of its citizens.
Our patriotic duty as citizens of this Republic is clear and inescapable Politicaly, we must reassert our national rights, drawing inspiration From the nationalist spirit that animated our heroes of 1896.
A race that can be boast of the intelligence of a Rizal, and Mabini The courage of a Bonifacio, the abnigation of a Marcelo H. del Pilar, And the devotion and spirit of sacrifice is so magnificently displayed.
As in the days of Rizal, del Pilar, Bonifacio Aguinaldo and Mabini And it is shall be in the future this inspiring and heroic movement For complete independence and sovereignty and for national dignity.
Researched by: Richelle Laurente
So much noise that are the loud to hear You just want to hear the end of it Too many crowded places you’ve been in You just clamor for fresh air…
To the place wee hope never exists Into the teasing darkness of the night Jump into the does of failure Unto the hat fires of hill…
Society had pushed such an act It has been teacher long before school And forgotten were the values of home He acted too late for you to still hold on
Researched by: Jeb Dagon
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