Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
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.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Apple,angst and candle light
The preceding are what my pen have left off, and my keyboard continues...it was really a generation away since I last considered my self as lexiphile. Thanks for the itch to produce art, as I tried to hibernate from my brushes heres comes loose poetry I have done in the blazing quartet between an ending year and new summer.
Ilumina mundi
i
was
and I am
in a sojourn.. by
life like that of a light
flickering or dead still..
vulnerable and open
To sundry elements
at times cruel,
mocking,
Deceitful
Ally
or
our adversity
To finish our
Own journey.
Thus like that
Of manifested
Destiny, we,'ll
Protect its life
To survive the
Test we never
Yearn to add
Nor complete
Defying odds
That we're told
Will make us
Either burn out
Or ever proud.
Courtship at the tea-farm:
green foliage of hills on man's herbal haven
a secret blend that rival's your coffee
dawn breaks in streak of gold over the heaven
hustling mortals appears to earn their fee
as the morning kick in a lively throttle
no idle cupid will missed romantic pawns
this lovely day is another man's battle
to win his mainden joy he wants to own
Oct18,2011
The poet
He see poetry
In every nook and cranny
lights or after life
� Saigon
March 4, 2012
Lady in the hammock
Oh my Fair lady
Why resting in my hammock
If my arm is warm
Waiting for fondly arm rest
Sleep now if you must
Bring the joy of your cat nap
luxury deprive
is now your paradise found
- ¤ -
dream, dream my maiden
sinking well in thy heaven
dream, dream in slumber
into the eve dark amber
Sultry shaped cradle
hummock floats in bridle
sensual joys and naughty moan
From our early union groan
thou lovely handles I felt
For another evening stealth
Saucy lips, and softly breast
To inner core I found rest
Oh lady you're tired
be asleep as I admired
if thou awake and refresh
Lets start new bliss to our nest.
-Saigon
Copyright
Feb 2012l
Anyone seen my uncanny jelly fish
Anyone seen my uncanny jelly fish
Not on tv or on japanese dish
Yet it reminds you of celestial hues
A frontier baffling as if universe are few
Be it in a frolick or gazed in the sea,
Like of plastic, pospsicles and honey bee
Unlocking, fragile looking wonder
A challenge Deity offers to painter - like me
How cool and tranquil oh unpretending
With a stung that would damn you unending
From a being with out a brain
Ouch what profit would i really gain
In a black virtual canvas created
(Creative abyss I think I cheated)
Floating, gliding it its new domain
Proud creator forever I am
The creep
Ashes to sea dust,
A chain to mystic web life
meta or divine?
Qui tenet veritatem?
What is reality today
Will be revoke someday
Truth is relative
Just that elusive
Never mind what others have to say
Just live to changes that might lead at bay
And walk the Earth like true master
You were destined to deal
And make that chances- real
-Saigon
3/08/12
Kaleidoscopedia
ten toes now setting
arching mid-foot unyielding
a hind supporting
where eyes ogled find defying
sore they will tell you
but did you mind it too?
the burden they owned
marked the prints wish you have loaned
-Saigon
� Feb 14, 2012
The Feet
Checked your two brave feet
How many miles had it set?
All day walk, and here
Running leads you anywhere
Be your feet leading
or your mind is not heeding
when they get even
six feet under is haven
Feb11,2012
Angst for sickness
A diarrhea,
vomiting aches and chills
ah burning fever
abdomen in pain
silently i'm screaming
ah just like dying
-Saigon
January 16,2012
Another Camiile De la Rosa opus:
APOCALYPSE
Image
Prophetic and man
Now one being is revealed
holy, lewd - ghastly
Vision
Foretold is coming
Is it dread to humankind
If Nirvana is lose?
Illusion
To reach as an end
Our sin is already cleanse
to live and let live
On Camille de la Rosa's art work:
to primal great mind
comes our sensuous inner peace
sordid and beauty
sought virginity
hymen of naivete
caviar to many
Jan 09 2012
Ode to prayer
If my whisper breaks the rhythmic silence
To my Almighty God it is but loud
Starting a Day, on meals or nightly chat
A thankful words to Him as gracious psalm
Completing my solace mortal being
As willed and haunting like baby crying
A solemn call in an answer divine
Celestial King readying heaven
A cry, litany or soul bend thirsty
Within our core and beyond our psyche
A quest and deep need whatever maybe
Thou listen to whom much is nearer?
No churches entity or vagabond brethren
Shall attention be unequal leaven
Our words liberating supplication
Uplifting hope, soothing wound healing scar
Granted or not to prayer we have found.
March 29,2012
Coffee n grin senryu
A morning reading
just makes a meal lovelier
coffee more tastier
7:30am
March 30, 2012
Sino ang bida?
Isang katanungan medyo pang estupido ang dating
Sa halos banal nitong kaanyuan
Nitong nagbibigkis sa hapag kainan
Ulam o sinabawan ay mapanglaw
Pag dimo sinabayan ng pillak na kanin
Kayat magbunyi sa totoong bidang pagpugayan
Pagpagparangal sa tunay nitong kahalagahan
Bigas na butil, yaman ng lupang hnirang
Trans.
Who is the star?
A question with stupid connotation
Transgressing its divine form
for what that binds our dining table
soups or viand are lousy boring
Without silver consummate pairing
A celebration with our table's superstar
Honoring its actual pedestal
The grain of rice, wealth of our chosen land
April1
Mi Cerveza
A shot too many,
sizing up who is manly
Speak easy die costly!
March 30, 2012
Death of an apple picker
5 to 6 apple bins a day the master ordered
to avoid paying minimum the land declared
race is on against unforgiving weather coming
few weeks away and with few workers signing
the farm is wanting but who is to blame?
9 hours a day surely you will get a pay
whether you're in a journey or making it a day
78 dollars for a work less than demanded
growling owner cursing the state they abided
workers were called but few are able!
100 years ago all young even motherland
farmers are plenty like buffalos in the grassland
they come from a afar , jolly and uncanny
no known profession or collared vanity
but dreamed to be an apple picker.
1 mighty nation forge by natural migration
fought all wars, humane or just abomination
fenced its feign bounty, from cheap labor army
decaying dreams of freedom loving humanity
the land's still sovereign, so they say.
-Saigon
©April 15, 2012
Senryu to a personal email
defending my poem
if plagiarize or flattery
drunk i rather be
April 16,2012
Senryu to a boxing fan
One Lazy sunday
On tv lousy boxing
Good, no beer opened!
May 6
boxer paintings
Ilumina mundi
i
was
and I am
in a sojourn.. by
life like that of a light
flickering or dead still..
vulnerable and open
To sundry elements
at times cruel,
mocking,
Deceitful
Ally
or
our adversity
To finish our
Own journey.
Thus like that
Of manifested
Destiny, we,'ll
Protect its life
To survive the
Test we never
Yearn to add
Nor complete
Defying odds
That we're told
Will make us
Either burn out
Or ever proud.
Courtship at the tea-farm:
green foliage of hills on man's herbal haven
a secret blend that rival's your coffee
dawn breaks in streak of gold over the heaven
hustling mortals appears to earn their fee
as the morning kick in a lively throttle
no idle cupid will missed romantic pawns
this lovely day is another man's battle
to win his mainden joy he wants to own
Oct18,2011
The poet
He see poetry
In every nook and cranny
lights or after life
� Saigon
March 4, 2012
Lady in the hammock
Oh my Fair lady
Why resting in my hammock
If my arm is warm
Waiting for fondly arm rest
Sleep now if you must
Bring the joy of your cat nap
luxury deprive
is now your paradise found
- ¤ -
dream, dream my maiden
sinking well in thy heaven
dream, dream in slumber
into the eve dark amber
Sultry shaped cradle
hummock floats in bridle
sensual joys and naughty moan
From our early union groan
thou lovely handles I felt
For another evening stealth
Saucy lips, and softly breast
To inner core I found rest
Oh lady you're tired
be asleep as I admired
if thou awake and refresh
Lets start new bliss to our nest.
-Saigon
Copyright
Feb 2012l
Anyone seen my uncanny jelly fish
Anyone seen my uncanny jelly fish
Not on tv or on japanese dish
Yet it reminds you of celestial hues
A frontier baffling as if universe are few
Be it in a frolick or gazed in the sea,
Like of plastic, pospsicles and honey bee
Unlocking, fragile looking wonder
A challenge Deity offers to painter - like me
How cool and tranquil oh unpretending
With a stung that would damn you unending
From a being with out a brain
Ouch what profit would i really gain
In a black virtual canvas created
(Creative abyss I think I cheated)
Floating, gliding it its new domain
Proud creator forever I am
The creep
Ashes to sea dust,
A chain to mystic web life
meta or divine?
Qui tenet veritatem?
What is reality today
Will be revoke someday
Truth is relative
Just that elusive
Never mind what others have to say
Just live to changes that might lead at bay
And walk the Earth like true master
You were destined to deal
And make that chances- real
-Saigon
3/08/12
Kaleidoscopedia
ten toes now setting
arching mid-foot unyielding
a hind supporting
where eyes ogled find defying
sore they will tell you
but did you mind it too?
the burden they owned
marked the prints wish you have loaned
-Saigon
� Feb 14, 2012
The Feet
Checked your two brave feet
How many miles had it set?
All day walk, and here
Running leads you anywhere
Be your feet leading
or your mind is not heeding
when they get even
six feet under is haven
Feb11,2012
Angst for sickness
A diarrhea,
vomiting aches and chills
ah burning fever
abdomen in pain
silently i'm screaming
ah just like dying
-Saigon
January 16,2012
Another Camiile De la Rosa opus:
APOCALYPSE
Image
Prophetic and man
Now one being is revealed
holy, lewd - ghastly
Vision
Foretold is coming
Is it dread to humankind
If Nirvana is lose?
Illusion
To reach as an end
Our sin is already cleanse
to live and let live
On Camille de la Rosa's art work:
to primal great mind
comes our sensuous inner peace
sordid and beauty
sought virginity
hymen of naivete
caviar to many
Jan 09 2012
Ode to prayer
If my whisper breaks the rhythmic silence
To my Almighty God it is but loud
Starting a Day, on meals or nightly chat
A thankful words to Him as gracious psalm
Completing my solace mortal being
As willed and haunting like baby crying
A solemn call in an answer divine
Celestial King readying heaven
A cry, litany or soul bend thirsty
Within our core and beyond our psyche
A quest and deep need whatever maybe
Thou listen to whom much is nearer?
No churches entity or vagabond brethren
Shall attention be unequal leaven
Our words liberating supplication
Uplifting hope, soothing wound healing scar
Granted or not to prayer we have found.
March 29,2012
Coffee n grin senryu
A morning reading
just makes a meal lovelier
coffee more tastier
7:30am
March 30, 2012
Sino ang bida?
Isang katanungan medyo pang estupido ang dating
Sa halos banal nitong kaanyuan
Nitong nagbibigkis sa hapag kainan
Ulam o sinabawan ay mapanglaw
Pag dimo sinabayan ng pillak na kanin
Kayat magbunyi sa totoong bidang pagpugayan
Pagpagparangal sa tunay nitong kahalagahan
Bigas na butil, yaman ng lupang hnirang
Trans.
Who is the star?
A question with stupid connotation
Transgressing its divine form
for what that binds our dining table
soups or viand are lousy boring
Without silver consummate pairing
A celebration with our table's superstar
Honoring its actual pedestal
The grain of rice, wealth of our chosen land
April1
Mi Cerveza
A shot too many,
sizing up who is manly
Speak easy die costly!
March 30, 2012
Death of an apple picker
5 to 6 apple bins a day the master ordered
to avoid paying minimum the land declared
race is on against unforgiving weather coming
few weeks away and with few workers signing
the farm is wanting but who is to blame?
9 hours a day surely you will get a pay
whether you're in a journey or making it a day
78 dollars for a work less than demanded
growling owner cursing the state they abided
workers were called but few are able!
100 years ago all young even motherland
farmers are plenty like buffalos in the grassland
they come from a afar , jolly and uncanny
no known profession or collared vanity
but dreamed to be an apple picker.
1 mighty nation forge by natural migration
fought all wars, humane or just abomination
fenced its feign bounty, from cheap labor army
decaying dreams of freedom loving humanity
the land's still sovereign, so they say.
-Saigon
©April 15, 2012
Senryu to a personal email
defending my poem
if plagiarize or flattery
drunk i rather be
April 16,2012
Senryu to a boxing fan
One Lazy sunday
On tv lousy boxing
Good, no beer opened!
May 6
boxer paintings
Monday, March 19, 2012
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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