MY GOD (An Original Poem)

MY GOD

My God has a Lamb
and I have never had
any sheep
except that One
so pure and meek.

My God has a Dove
and I have never caged
any pigeon
except that One
so holy and sweet.

My God has given them
to me, a sinner.
Of His love, mercy
and power
I shall always speak.

To a Forgotten Book (An Original Poem)

TO A FORGOTTEN BOOK

You are like a forgotten lover
without legs;
but with a spine
sturdier than mine at times.
You have not run away from me.
You have stayed where I have last left you.
But others, like you,
perhaps somewhere,
are touched and leafed through.

Do you miss my eyes that used to run
from line to line,
from page to page?
Do you miss my tongue
that used to lick my lips
on occasions when you get really interesting?
Do you miss the notes and symbols
that I used to tattoo you with,
usually on your slender margins?

I used to hold you many times.
Can you remember how often?

Let me now wipe the dust off of you.
Is it ok?

Would you like us to be lovers again?

MANO-MANO

We are not ready for automated polls. The machines, which serve as vote counters, have recently proved to be unreliable during random testings. The call for the return to manual count may be a backward step but many now see this as imperative. The "mano-mano" method in vote-counting is tedious, taxing and time-consuming. But this procedure is at least comforting for it is familiar to us.

I personally prefer the familiar to the alien, especially if the new thing is prone to error. But we have not yet tried the machine. Let us give it a chance. But if the worst does happen on election day, the manual count should come to the rescue. The future of the Philippines should not be at the mercy of failing machines. Never will democracy be subordinate to technology.

The Body, When Mourning (An Original Poem)

THE BODY, WHEN MOURNING

There is a languid drooping
of the head and the neck
A slouching of shoulders
to shelter a heart, bleeding.
A sad bending
of spine, weighed
by multiple oppressions.

There is a weakening
of the knees, hurt
from the kneelings.
A slow collapsing
of limbs and legs,
lured by earth
for a moment's surrender.

There is a falling down.
A breaking down.

The body's tribute
to dust.

Original Quotes 1

The quotes below were extracted from my Facebook Wall.

"People power is a spontaneous combustion. It is not a deliberate contact of fire with flammable object. People power is not making 'da-ob'." (May 4, 2010)

"Power is not for the unprepared. Power is prepared for the prepared." (May 4, 2010)

"My advance salute goes to those who would lose in the elections and would still enthusiastically return to the people to serve them even without the seat." (May 4, 2010)

"Those who are most ready to accept defeat in the elections would be the least frustrated." (May 4, 2010)

"Any mistake or obvious blemish in the ballot can turn our vote into mere 'nothing'... Thus, what is expected of the electorate is 'perfection' or anything close to it." (May 4, 2010)

"We are not ready at this time for automated polls. And there is no turning back.... We are getting closer to the precipice. It's either we fly or plunge." (May 4, 2010)

"The failure of elections is the failure of the collective morality of the people." (May 4, 2010)

"The son is not the mother..... The son is not the father. The son is only but himself."(May 4, 2010)

"Candidates who sing and dance and try hard to entertain can succeed in making me smile or feel amused.... but hanggang diyan lang. Utak pa rin ang gagamitin." (May 4, 2010)

CHEATING

Many people think that there will be a failure of elections on May 10, 2010. This is such a dark forecast. This may just be true. The failure of elections is but the result of the general failure of this country’s morality. Our present day morality hardly reflects the righteousness of God. Moral corruption, oftentimes imputed on politicians, is actually an across-the-board moral infection. Most of us are guilty.

Cheating happens inside the home. It happens outside the home. There is cheating in the classroom, in the workplace, in the offices, in the government and in the church. And cheating in the elections is nothing new at all. Such crookedness does not exalt our nation. If massive cheating does take place next week, we would never know who truly won. The nation gets cheated…again. The cheaters themselves also get cheated. “Weather weather lang ‘yan…. Kawawa ang Pilipinas.”

To the Atheist

define love
and tell me where
the definition comes from.

the meaning of love
is from somewhere,
something or even someone.

you deny God
and yet you know love.
now, you define contradiction.

TOO MANY POSTERS

Campaign posters are everywhere! I see them on walls, posts, tree trunks and flat vertical surfaces. Campaigns go for the overkill. Image overkill! And the repetitive images and faces and names are way too much. To be ubiquitous is deemed an effective campaign strategy. But dozens of the same person's face plastered on just one big wall is just too assaulting and even desperate.

Would I forget a candidate if I see only about five of his smiling face on every wall in the city? Is power of recall truly insured when the same politician's face is multiplied innumerably in every legal campaign space available? I don't think so. Personally, I don't need to see the same politician's face a hundred or even a thousand times so that I can surely remember him/her. Remembering the candidates is actually different from voting for the candidates.

Political campaigns here in our country is dirty figuratively and literally. After the elections all campaign posters turn into litter.

Just way too much garbage! Yuck!