Seeing the Familiar with an Unfamiliar Eyes

There is a tendency for us to neglect the familiar. Sometimes it takes an outsider to appreciate what we have in our surroundings.   I have been a local tourist.  Before dreaming of going to other countries, my one dream is to see the majority of the scenic spots of my beautiful country Philippines.


With 7,100 islands, archipelagic and with summer and rainy season, it is one of the best place on planet Earth.


Not only as a tourist, but also in terms of products, I devour locally made products. And I promise to participate or contribute something in my own locale.


That is part of knowing one’s origin and being grounded in my roots.


Sweet November

November just passed away without a glitch.  November is my birth month.  When I was in elementary, I would read the horoscope in the library, I was reading the predictions for Sagitarrius.   But when I reached high school, I became Scorpio.  I would consider myself a clusp.


November 21  is the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord.  Also, the birthday of my grandmother named Presentacion.  In the olden days, children are named according to the feast or the saint they were born with.  Good, my mother did not named me Presentacion  II.  Lol!  My name was invented from the combination of my mother and father’s name.  Edison and Angelina, they just put an R to make in sounds better.

November is also the birth of my loved one and a lot of things happened. We were born a week apart.


My friend who is older by me by 13 years was born on the same month, so we got to celebrate our birthdays together.


November, is also the month of remembering dear loved ones in heaven.


So November is really a celebration of life and the lives of those who have passed this earth.   A celebration of hello and goodbye.  But life is just like that, a coming and going.  What is important is we live our mission well.







Succulents bloom

Violets are blue

If you are the weed

I am the flower in between



I grow anywhere I am planted

Downstream or upstream

In harsh weather and in cool day


Wildflower flowing to the journey of the wind.




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.


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.




We are asymptotes in this love equation

Our eyes speak the depths of the ocean

Almost there, but never touches


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

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.