Daily Prompt: Bounty

via Daily Prompt: Bounty

Bounty is a word that is synonymous with overflowing, prosperity and gratitude.  The last word, most describes the word.  When we feel gratitude, love is overflowing inside us.  When there is contentment in the most essential things.  Then we are indeed bountiful.

Have a bountiful celebration with Christ in your heart, whatever your circumstance and wherever you are celebrating this season.

Christmas is felt more than seen.  It is in our hearts.  And may we share it even to the less privileged and the downtrodden.  That is what Christmas is all about.   Sharing Christ to the ones we meet.

 

Looking forward to a bountiful New Year too!

 

 

 

10 Curly Disasters

10 Curly Disasters

I have always been kinky hair when I was small.  But it used to be my asset.  It runs in the family specifically in the lineage of my father.  My father is also curly hair, the same with my aunt, two uncles in the paternal side.

But when I tried to straighten it when I was in first year college, at that time when curling chemicals do not have treatments.  My hair sufferred a lot and it never went back to its original form.

But I love my curly thick hair.  But in the  Philippines you would always encounter people who would ask you why don’t you have it rebond?

We were too conditioned that a beautiful hair is straight long hair.   Here are my ten curly disasters:

  1. It is always a jerk when you pass the parlor and the gay staff would say, “ Day, rebond mo hair mo?”

As if he will be the one to pay for it.

  1. Too thick, it is like a wig.

One time, my classmates in high school noticed that my hair is like a wig.  It was thick and not frizzy that time.  Now that I am grown- up I realize that my God gave me a thick hair so as to even donate. I was thinking of donating my hair for a cause.

  1. Frizzy

My hair has been frizzy ever since.  Someone would asks, Mahangin ba sa labas?”  ( Is it windy outside).  And I answered, “Yes”.

  1. Prone to dandruff.

I thought before I am the only one who suffers from dandruff but when my officemates before, who has a curly hair told me that she also suffer from such.  Then I realized I am not alone in this lot.

  1. Bangs is not the usual fashion.

When I was younger, I would try to have bangs and also the spike one.  I could say that I can go about it.  But now, I have a difficulty styling it because it tends to get curly.

  1. Combs sometimes get damaged.

It is not easy to comb.  You have to do it patiently.  How many times I have to buy the comb because it gets damage with use.

  1. Did you comb your hair?It goes with the wind.

I would always make a blank stare with this question.    As it can go from north to south and east to west, depending on the direction of the wind.

  1. Relaxing hair 

I never relaxed my hair more than twice, because after three days, it goes back to its normal self.  So what a waste of money.  Make sure that when you do this, you have to have it hot oil or else it will get dry.  And you may not recover it immediately.

  1. Straightening Products or Equipments

I only straighten my hair during occasions. The first was during a Christmas party.  Of course, they did not recognize me immediately.  I won the awards for Star of the Night.

Other than two occasions, I do not do it because it can be damaged with over heating.  And it is not advisable either.

  1. Until one day I just make the most of it.

They do not have it anyway.  My schoolmate in the graduate school told me that if I am in Vietnam, I would be very beautiful to their standards.  I learned that 95 % of Vietnamese women have straight hair.

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Wow!  I would be a rarity in that country.  So I must as well embrace my curly hair.

 

 

 

 

Poverty

 

Poverty touched my hands today

He smiled and gripped my arms

Asking for just one meal

 

Will I give out of generosity

Or will I give out of guilt

Why do they have no options, while I have mine.

 

Poverty touched my hands today

And it cracks the aqua colored fiber of my oblivion.

 

 

 

 

 

Halo-Halo Poetry

Halo – Halo literally mix- mix is composed of shaven ice and sweetened fruits and beans.  If special, it has an ice cream.  Halo-halo is also a metaphor of the culture of the Filipino.  The more, the merrier.  I wrote a poetry in honor of this favorite concoction.  I think, halo-halo is the epitome of the Filipino’s penchant for sweets and cold food, a hit during summer days.

 

Ang Pagkain ng Halo-Halo

 

Ang pagkain ng espesyal na halo-halo ay katulad ng pag-ibig

Kainin muna ang nasa taas

Ice cream, leche flan o minatamis na langka

Huwag hayaang matunaw ang ice cream.

Baka malusaw ang pag-ibig at di mo manamnam

 

 

Haluin ang yelo at ang ibang sangkap

Tikman ang asukal kung tama na

Hindi sobra, hindi kulang

Upang di matunaw ang yelo na may gatas,

kainin agad

Huwag patagalin

Pag nahanap mo na ang pag-ibig, huwag nang pakawalan

 

Ang mundo niyo ay makulay gaya ng mga sangkap

Walang iniwan, walang dapat itapon

Pagkat lahat ay bumubuo sa inyong kuwento.

You Are Salt

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You are like salt with sourness

This sourness I devour

In your arms,

In your breasts

In your shoulders as wide as the sea.

 

And as we dive into the deep recesses of the

sea

We found the most beautiful pearl among the creatures

Of the forest at the bottom of the sea,

With unclasped hands

Our arms stretched to the sky.

 

 

That Thing Called Serendipity

Was it serendipity when we met
And left
Were friendship carved in stones

Those epistles speaks of fondness
While you were in a different shore
Two continents facing each other
like two crescent moon.
The unforgetable exchanges
of  memoirs in foreign land
Where you go deep

in the physical jungle
And me in the corporate jungle

Is it also a matter of choice
And of voice to
speak our truths and
speak what our hearts content

In the stillness of silence
Our hearts are yearning
Our eyes speaks deep love’s longing

But how did you allow free fall also
to rule what should have been
between us?

Was it also a matter of choice?

Solace

I cannot resist

The lick of your tongue on my bare shoulders

As you touched the mouth of my goblet

 

I have to forget you,

To stop being captured

By your gaze

I melt

like ice dripping

 

Your body graphed against my skin

In an ebb and flow cycle

I fear being vulnerable

Two souls grappled for

that solace.

Asymptotes

 

 

We are asymptotes in this love equation

Our eyes speak the depths of the ocean

Almost there, but never touches

Forever

Like the sea touching the silver grey sky

 

Your gaze overpowers me

Causing shifting stares

You are a haunted waiting to be devoured

In front of me

 

But I am here

Unmoved, unperturbed

Frozen like ice

SUKAT: ( SULAT AT KATHA) My First Literary Workshop

 

 

Last April 19, 2017,  I gave a workshop intended for high schoolers and senior high schoolers.    The group Footprints was behind this lofty endeavor.  The topic I chose was Feminism in Literature.  I do not even consider myself a Literature person, my background being Economics and Psychology.  I am surprised I was included in the panelist together with some renowned Aklanon poets and writer.

 

Since the first invitation ever is coming from a literary circle from my hometown in Numancia, Aklan,  I grabbed that opportunity to share on feminist literature.

 

So I had few fellows but the topic was  well received.  I was a bit anxious how they would accept my topic on gender and literature and its intersection.  I was happy that it gained positive feedbacks.  Some attendees were already college graduates.

 

It was a three day workshop which started April 17, 2017.  Topics include among others, Short Story Writing, Flash Fiction, Binaeaybay in Aklanon and Micro Tales.

 

Truly, it was a humbling experience to be able  to contribute to youth empowerment thru literature and to develop  and inspire their writings.  I also impressed by the youth in our province, they are very receptive to new ideas and can organize such an ambitious endeavors at their age.

 

I also thank this blog, that thru this channel some were able to read my poems although I do not even consider myself a poet for that matter.  Writing for me is just a creative expressions and my words written in the pages of this blog would resonate to others somehow.

 

 

This inspires me to give more energies to my writing.

 

 

 

 

Prompt#31 Love Poem

The Scent of You

 

The musk scent I smell in your body,

In your hanky and the clothes you wear lingers in my memories

 

I bathed it upon me to see and feel the nearness of you

 

Sans distance

And we are lovers

Across oceans and where our mind and hearts could flow

Connecting that olfactory sensation, the warmth of your body

In the wideness of your shoulders and the thoughts of it

Just the thoughts of it,

Makes me linger to your sweet caress.

The kiss of a thousand songs of forever.