Farewell

(An Elegy for Lee Kuan Yew)

Ignited by the voice of braveness

and the astute vision

of a strong will

to build

a

nation

tethered by

robust colonial past

calls the rarest breed of a man.

Though history may be kind

the memory of men will entwined

to the result of battle cry

only few have the chance to try

Engrave in the Pantheon of our time

we will never see a storied saint on his prime

but another mortal in quest of identity

not to the realm of his own humanity

but to the greatest good

of asserting fatherhood

and firm to his station

in raising a nation.

Farewell

farewell.

March 23, 2015©

 Summons to Nations

A call to peace
and for all the sovereign nations or at war
the road was endless
but only few numbered souls
walked the balancing act
for the freedom sound
over the belfry of common sense.

The selfless act
so seldom seen,
will not perish to seed the land
blasphemed in ages to rest in our hands
so that inequality may burned
to fertile all our sons
cleansing sinful forbearance.
-December 2013

 
Image Credit: WIkiMedia Commons

Legend of the Fly ( a wiki poem)

The Legend  of the Fly

The sky has clouds
the stream has ripples
A pelican has wings

My pad has icloud
my wife has nipples

a Republican with wings

U shout at clouds!

U have no nipples!?

The fat lady sings!

You make me laugh out loud

you play a game

upon your cloud

Now what's ur name?”

no view is so loud

for poet like Poe's riddles

(we love) like nasty stings

The Pelicans crowd

They fear the riddles

They like the lightened hymns

Hymns were the beginning

when the poet soul sang out

So close to nature

So earthed with doubt!

He see hymns on frog's croaking

even if an old man with gout

or deeds so immature

poems abound no doubt.

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Frogs rejoice in their heavenly soaking

The Gout man so screams, he shouts!

Find him the cure!

The cure of less doubt, perhaps less gout

A creature born without king

slimy things leaping on its hideout

its songs or our displeasure

Pelican's delight on its sumptuous take-out

“I am the pelican king”!

The frogs sing monsoons' delight

They croak in pelicans' measure, in their leisure

They sing for carnal pleasure, of monsoon nights.

Ugly fish eye frog

Inside a pelican prince

the dove of the wet sky mirror

cooing..wooing

with hiccups after dinner

Poor frog cursed swimmer!

(leaving his physical deformity)

the frog uttered his litany

"Ugly I maybe

but who has more fairy tale than thee

sky flyers you can be

finding life in the scree

is the real prince in me!"

Summer breaths, breeze

Resuscitate oh rivers life

Air of life

I'm upside down, blue and not breathing

floating in a pond of night

Am I the heron?

Did I dream of frogs?

Am I the frog!?

Did I dream of herons?

I float in the night

Blue

>In a Blue Blue heaven

The frog prepares to receive his wings

observes

the pelican down below

>How unerved she'll be

to see a flying frog!..With a halo!

"It's here you will stay"

the golden pond keeper says

The fish, the insects all that crawls

do not eat, your stomach would not even growl.

From here to eternity until one king is king

you will be just blissful to have this undertaking

sing all day and pray in between.

I will pray and sing to my hearts content

but what of the prince?

was it all pretence?

Out of life now....

>but still no wiser

no worries..you think..so did I

I have wings..I'm a flyer..

what more to desire?

What's there to ponder?

When I am no no longer

a part of it?

Quick..take back these wings..the halo..the ipad

return me I beg...miracle worker

to the day before blue day

when I croaked with meloncholia

through the damp night...

where I waited and longed

and, Yes! I admit pain-panged..

but felt SOMETHING!.... Alive...Alive....alive!

The great KING heard the off key

On the cloudy fairways before the keeper tweak his tee

"Why he detest his place on my kingdom?"

Did you not read him the choices for every martyrdom?

"I will" and swung easy with his custom made wood club

The Keeper avoided the hazard but not the shrub

Gave up the ball and keep the score

Proceeded to see the frog to tweet no more

And everyday

As thundered, rain

breezed the failing life

as hops and croaks

so little frogs arose

to blink

and watch

and stare

eye for eye for i .. am reborn as just a fly...

alive

alive

alive!

As the fly flew

He flew through, and through, the void

>Through times of dark

With flight there was the coming of light and longer days

Never ending was this flight

As light became the wings

And a Prince stood proud, brought upon such heaven's wings

And angelic wings lit up the void

A Prince was born to rule this way

To rule the land and sea and sky

But then darkness decided

that he must die…

Like an old good fly.

-Jason Christopher ,Maria Disley, Saigon De Manila

First published in Fineartsamerica.com

Art/Poetry Book: On the wings O' Butterflies

a collection of 162 poems, 20 artworks from nine(9) contemporary poets across four (4) continents:

• Chaline Ouellet
• Christopher Gaston
• Ed Meredith
• Jacob King
• Kevin Callahan
• Maria Disley
• Saigon De Castro (me)
• Thao Chuong
• Xoanxo Cespon

These poets provide readers with a global perspective on different topics from the whole spectrum of thinking and writing process.

Tula at balarila

Bersikulo sa Mangangalakal na Ama na mgaa taga Corinto

(pagsasalin)

At kahit pa pamunuan mo ang nakararami ngunit ang hindi ang iyong tahanan, wala ka parin napamunuan.

At kahit pa naayos mo ang kasunduan ng mga kasunduan kapalit ng pagpasubali sa mga anak, iyo parin natalikdan ang oportunidad na pang habang buhay- ang tinakda ng atin Bathala na panuntunan bilang isang Ama.

At kahit maging ulo ka ng estado at maging bigo sa pang ganap bilang ulo ng iyong kasambahay ikaw ay nanatiling walang hanapbuhay.

At kahit pa maturuan mo ang mga empleyado, sa di pag inda sa mga oras, araw at taon subalit hindi ang inyong anak sa mga bagay na dapat niyang matutunan, hindi mo parin maa-angkin maging ganap na guro.

At kahit pa komunsulta ka sa mga ekseyatura at hindi naman mapa unlakan ang mismong mga anak, ikaw parin mismo ang mayroon pangangailangan ng patnubay.

Oo nga't inuuna mo ang karera at hanapbuhay, ngunit di mo mauna ang gawi sa tahanan, kayo ay umuuna pa na mapalayo sa mga tunay na mahal nyo sa buhay.

Oo ngat maka angkin kayo ng pang-galang at tumasa ng kayamanan sa inyong pangangalakal. ngunit bigo kayo makuha ang respeto ng inyong maybahay at mga anak, binababa nyo lamang maging hampas lupa.

Oo nga at malakbay mo ang sanlibutan sa pagsulong sa inyong layunin, at hindi mo naman masamahan o maihatid ang iyong mga anak sa paaralan o simbahan ikaw ay nag kamali ng pag sakay.

Oo nga at inaalay mo ang lahat ng iyong nakamtan para sa iyong pamilya,

at pagal na iyong katawan sa pagkayod, wala ka parin tinubo kong hindi mo nabigyan ng sapat na panahon ang iyong pamilya.

At oo nga dapat sinasaisip mo at diwa na kung wala kang trabaho ikaw ay walang kakainin at ang sinuman hindi maka pagbigay sa sariling pamilya sya ay masahol pa sa walang silbi.

At kung ikaw ay papipiliin sa patuloy na pag-inda sa mapag salantang tungkulin hinihingi ng lipunan ay may ay may puwang sa pamantayan asal pang pamilya, tulungan ka ng Diyos sa hindi mo pagkakatanto at pag walang bahala ay hakbang na pala sa kanilang pagka anay.

Ang panahon ay hindi na maibabalik pag lumampas,, hindi rin sya titigil kahit isang saglit at ang panahon ay hindi rin mapag patawad habang sya ay lumilipas.

Ang panahon magkasamang ginugol ay hindi matatawaran, sapagkat ang mahalagang saglit nayon ay nagiging walang kasing halaga sa alaala ng may akda.

Nung ako ay paslit pa lamang, isip bata ako, dinadama lahat ng oras na akoy nasa kamay ng akin ama't ina, ng ako'y isa ng ama, binabalikan ko ang mga saglit nayon pag hawak kamay ko ang akin mga anak.

Sa ngayon ang alaala na iyon ay sariwa pa tulad ng kahapon, kung alam kolang kung ano ang aral ang natutunan ngayon, nabigyan kopa sana ng ilan pang sandali ang akin tahanan kaysa akin tangapan.

At ngayon nga bilang mangagawa at kapitalista tumutugon sa pananampalataya, pag-asa at pag-ibig, ang pinaka dakila sa tatlo ay pagibig ...pagibig sa panahon nagugul mo sa iyong pamilya.

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