Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

For the Single's New Year

Le Mature

Listening to the blasts of ephemeral flowers
blooming against the dark, December night;
I toast to the coming year, smiling,
with my friend of malt and ice.

Le Miserable

Singing a Monroe's song
in the midst of the new year's celebration
Alone she's wishing and dreaming of diamonds
as the sky glitters, all night long.

Le Mask

With her mask
The night of the ball
The world glorifying a new beginning
Dressed, alone, in the empty hall
without a partner, she' dancing.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! : D

Tuesday, December 30, 2008






Nuno sa Punso



Would you like a cup of tea, with me
Here under a shade of mango trees
Within the comfort zone of a wooden fence?

Would you like a taste of bread, I made?
It's bibingka pie I baked today
Wrapped in banana leaves from a plantation, there;

Over the hedge and far beyond
stretch my masters' farm where I belong
Combed by the passing wind of love


I guard this land.



nuno_Soprano.wma - Pmel

= Gender Switch =

= Gender Switch =

A prudent girl, like Eros hides,
from one so loved by all -- beguiled.

And he, a Psyche,
with arms withdrawn

must find a love, anon.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Silly Song of Love

Silly Song of Love

Walking alone on the rail road of pink,
A rail road that links,
every island to me.


With my umbrella held up and the mink,
feel it climb as it blinks,
on my shoulder to see;


the wild sea horse' tamed they pop up
on the brim
of the ocean we're crossing today.


Tra la la la la la la la
A slice of an orange would twirl in the sky,
the sheep and the slugs changing colors, they fly
and balloons float the stairs off with you.



AudioSSL.wma - PMEL

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

A Teacher's Burden

A Teacher's Burden


When fun with words
I introduce;
the students groan
When I must use;
The strictest forms
of poems true
that they won't moan
and beg excuse.

And from the class
so I must pass,
these whining mass
of English brats!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

I heard a Lawyer say to a Merchant

How now, I'm a friend you say?
It's a pity I'm your foe today!