Tiny bits of earth tickle me
As I walk past the little yellow lights
Playing crown for the queen palm
I am thinking of the mint coffee mug
On my small wooden study table;
Of Ferris Wheel rides; and spontaneous
shopping at seven-eleven store
I am sniffing the welcoming scent
Of the pillow fabric back in my room
Yet I keep on walking; now the sole
Of my feet pressed upon the still
Warm touch of the muddy brick path
I am now thinking Greece on fair
Sunday mornings, embraced in
Billie Holiday’s jazz – it’s charming
I listen to the wind whisper all
The petty little yearnings of mankind
I make up sweet longing voices

That went on for a while until
My ears are flushed and my soul
Choked up –
One just couldn’t wish so much –

 

(to be continued…)

-v

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The Little, The Grand

When I look at you, I know for sure
I am grasping all the little and the grand
I could be seizing photons one by one
Yet the sun’s vastness won’t fit my hand

When I sit by your side, I realize
Parallel heavens cannot be strange
Oddly enough I find it familiar
For yours is there, inches from mine

When I hold your hand, I am seizing
Another of myself in your universe –
Brave, grateful, lovely, whole, best
While you are still you – absolute, perfect

 

-v

the dance he never had

i stand next to the sound of bass
whose rhythm hardly catches mine
for all I know the soul wishes to be
right beside her calming place

not far from here I see daisies
dancing at the top of her hair
as if she knew the stars will hide
tonight we need such milky gleam

i watch gravity pull away
the petals resting on her wrists
silver silk turns and sways
slowly heartburn takes over me

i hear a scream right on my face
you stepped on me
be careful now
then i dance again

-v

Uuwi Na

mga paa’y naglalayag
sa gitna ng gabi’t araw
magtitiwalang hangga’t
may gilid ang kalsada
makapag-iisa’t di maliligaw
dahil maya-maya rin
uuwi na, uuwi na

Refrain:
mag-aaluna na, inumaga nanaman
ako, mga ilaw at ilang sasakyan
sa wakas katahimikan

Chorus:
dahil nais ko lang namang
daanan kahit minsan pa
ang kalsadang may hangganan
para sa ating dalawa
ako ay tatawid nang
walang alinlangan
tapos uuwi na,
pangako uuwi na

 

This piece makes a beautiful melody, thanks to Ian!
-v

Don’t You Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

(c) Author

Don’t. You. Quit. 🙂

Love was

Love was a scribble

Every stroke so glumly done

So haphazard — that one

could ever be oblivious of

What the lines and curves

Would spell

Love is

Love is a couplet

Two lines that rhyme and fit

Words are its rock —

Sweet, reassuring, dearest

Hold right and tight the plume

And the couplet runs ceaseless

Love will be

Love will be these blank pages

Pure, and white and innocent

Forever it will be waiting

Until we write on it —

commas, apostrophes,

quotations, ellipsis

 

-v

Spring in the City

 

I saw a crocus blooming in the park,

I felt a hint of magic in the air,

I heard faint music sighing everywhere,

And so, as all the world, grew softly dark—

I found again the hope that never dies,

And hungrily, without-flung arms,

I came once more to you.

And when you spoke my name

I read springtime eternal in your eyes!

 

-from Crossroads by Margaret Sangster