My FriendsBrowsing the net, Longing for their love ones,Looking for old friends, Pining their native land.Happiness in my heart pours,How long since we have met Ah, my friends are brave,before? Craving for better lives, Their country could not provide,Shock not with their grown Truly a great stride.faces and looks,But with their courage to hurdle,
SOMETIMES I YEARN FOR TIKPIE Sometimes I yearn for tikpie When there were cakes and hamburgers, Longing for carabao lomo ala batchoy, When there were sinigang and sisig. Sometimes I’m craving to swim in suba, When there were beaches and swimming pools, Of picturesque rice fields in Campin and Taglibas, When there were skyscraping towers and buildings. Sometimes I’m longing for people carrying sacks of copra and abaca, When there were well-dressed employees and professionals, Of riding Habal-habal and karumata, When there were LRT and MRTs. Sometimes I’m pining for Pong-on and Tumoy, When there were Cyberzone and Malls, Of Fiesta, bayle and tabo, When there were amusement parks and supermarkets. There’s no place like my hometown.
My Lovely RoseI have a rose in the garden, Time have passed,Unfolding red lovely petals, Have seen again my rose,With thorns surrounding it, Beautiful and sweetly scentedCould not touch and smell its at its full blossom,fragrance. Could not touch and smell its fragrance.I left the garden,I left my lovely rose, My rose is not mine anymore,Far away yet so near, Yet I let my rose feelCould not touch and smell its Thy undoubting care andfragrance. heart rejoicing, Could glimpse again my lovely rose.
FLOWERY SMILEFlowery smile, flowery smileAs I glance your sparkling eyes.Flowery smile, flowery smileStunning beauty, across the miles.Flowery smile, flowery smileSoothe my heart, makes my day shine.Never give up, never for a whileFor heart will fall, with your flowery smile.
Hearty AnthuriumRoaming the gardenBeneath the golden sunCould not find a flowerHearty shapes as you are.Wanting you to be mineMy only wish for the timeCoz you’re a unique flowerMy heart wants to tender, forever.
Verse of My OwnI am a simple man I gave flower to a womanFrom the land of the valley Siblings out of wombTo the poor people of my town But amorous is a different oneI want to share the verse of my own. I could only find with someone.My poems are scented flower My dreams in life is fadingSoothing thy heart in every corner Like the golden sun slidingMy writings are red flaming trees Cool wind comes in summerHurl against the fortress. Drifting my heart in somber.My ardent love of motherland bloom Ah, the sun will rise againStruggle with the poor zoom Road of tomorrow will brightenSo the mighty muck could be toppled To cross the fuming tideLike Bastille that fall. Peaceful shores will surely arrive.