If I were looking for love, I would go to the park
where the good looking men exercise in the morning;
jogging, running, walking with nature;
thinking, planning of a promising future,
but never online. Never, never online.
If I were looking for love, I would visit a library
where smart decent men read and write of our hist'ry;
in poems, in essays, scribbling in silence;
in books and newspapers, analyzing with purpose,
but never online. Never, never online.
If I were looking for love, I would go see a play
that men of great prowess could, appreciate;
smiling, grinning their shiny white teeth
in their penguin suits all crisp and neat,
but never online. Never, never online.
But if love were to look for me
and found me online,
I would hide till he seeks me out
on a fine, fine day, outside.
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 . . .
Friday, January 30, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
The day that we promised
to meet at the promenade
the pendant that you sent me
shone brighter than the stars
And I knew just how excited you are
to see me
Imagine how delighted I'll be
to see you
Together in the town, where we'll be strolling with Time
laughing and talking of our silly little lives
On the urbane streets to the bus stop
that morning
Who amongst the passersby will stop
and be mourning
When they see me there lying by the motorbike and its rider
smiling with you on my mind?
The day that I promised
we would meet at the promenade
the pendant that you gave me
shone brighter than the stars
to meet at the promenade
the pendant that you sent me
shone brighter than the stars
And I knew just how excited you are
to see me
Imagine how delighted I'll be
to see you
Together in the town, where we'll be strolling with Time
laughing and talking of our silly little lives
On the urbane streets to the bus stop
that morning
Who amongst the passersby will stop
and be mourning
When they see me there lying by the motorbike and its rider
smiling with you on my mind?
The day that I promised
we would meet at the promenade
the pendant that you gave me
shone brighter than the stars
Monday, January 12, 2009
On that day I left you a note saying goodbye,
I felt you cry as you read my words of denial
that I am madly, deeply in love with you.
Please understand
that I can't withstand
these flagrant gush of emotion.
It weakens my soul and I cannot think;
it's the kind of state
that best suits a minx!
Not a lady of the wake ...
Not a lady of the wake ...
I felt you cry as you read my words of denial
that I am madly, deeply in love with you.
Please understand
that I can't withstand
these flagrant gush of emotion.
It weakens my soul and I cannot think;
it's the kind of state
that best suits a minx!
Not a lady of the wake ...
Not a lady of the wake ...
Friday, January 9, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Laputa Castle In the Sky
Translation of the Theme Song
FIXED! THANKS Y'ALL!!! :D
Sa Pag-Ikot ng Mundo
Translation by: Pmel Oki
Kumikislap ang kaligiran
Para lang maitago
At mapalayo sa akin, ang siyang minumutya
Marami pa ang alaala
Mawala ka man sa akin
Bawa't isa na nais ko
Alam ko na ikaw ay naroon
Tayo na at maglakbay
Magdala ng tinapay
Kutsitlyo't lampara sa supot, natin ilagay
*Ang iniwan ng ama, ay purong na puso
Ang binigay ng ina, ang layo niyang tingin
Umiikot ang mundo, sa pagtago niya sayo
Ang kislap ng iyong mata, pati na ang tagiliran
Umiikot ang mundo, pinasakay ka niya dito
Para balang araw tayo muli
Magkasama sa sakay na ng wakas
Translation of the Theme Song
FIXED! THANKS Y'ALL!!! :D
Sa Pag-Ikot ng Mundo
Translation by: Pmel Oki
Kumikislap ang kaligiran
Para lang maitago
At mapalayo sa akin, ang siyang minumutya
Marami pa ang alaala
Mawala ka man sa akin
Bawa't isa na nais ko
Alam ko na ikaw ay naroon
Tayo na at maglakbay
Magdala ng tinapay
Kutsitlyo't lampara sa supot, natin ilagay
*Ang iniwan ng ama, ay purong na puso
Ang binigay ng ina, ang layo niyang tingin
Umiikot ang mundo, sa pagtago niya sayo
Ang kislap ng iyong mata, pati na ang tagiliran
Umiikot ang mundo, pinasakay ka niya dito
Para balang araw tayo muli
Magkasama sa sakay na ng wakas
Friday, January 2, 2009
The Grouch that Flew Away
In a can hides a little hairy monster
that I never can
grow to love,
so, I kicked the canister,
with it in there, rolling away,
but, bless the thing, green -- obscene,
it sprouted colorful and shiny wings
and broke the tin:
sovereign, imperial, celestial;
flying away ...
And there I watched it go;
Ergo, I stood alone;
I judged on what I see,
And not from what I could know.
thegrouch.wma - Pmel
In a can hides a little hairy monster
that I never can
grow to love,
so, I kicked the canister,
with it in there, rolling away,
but, bless the thing, green -- obscene,
it sprouted colorful and shiny wings
and broke the tin:
sovereign, imperial, celestial;
flying away ...
And there I watched it go;
Ergo, I stood alone;
I judged on what I see,
And not from what I could know.
thegrouch.wma - Pmel
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The Tea Cup
The tea cup, brown with little green maple leaves
and sprinkles of gold
imprinted around it;
this tea cup that you bought for me,
I held it lovingly in my hands,
thinking of you soaring in the scarlet sky.
It cracked.
The hot water spilling --
burning my skin.
And my heart, it weeps
as I wiped the table clean.
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