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Yellow Ribbons: A Sonnet for Cory Aquino


Faith - such an eloquently righteous human trait,
these divided souls of chaotic worldly cry.
What have been a momentous lucent losing state,
yellow color that alone symbolized your smile.
Weight of a nation once on your broken shoulders,
left scars - distasteful garish attacks and disgrace.
Losing a hero - who wanted you forever,
a father of this country with a gun betrayed.

Now you lie in peace, this country beckons,
our prayers adrift through yellow ribbons - unite.
A call to the people to make an impression,
these questioning times of desperation and strife.
Hoping for a miracle of voices pray dear,
that smile on your face that would never disappear.

Picture courtesy of Barrio Siete
I would like to personally thank Reyna Elena and the Barrio Sietezens for this campaign

Random Haiku


Crazy weather falls,
dark clouds with holes of sunlight,
umbrellas flew by.


I taste the sweet air,
berries and mint with frosting,
I salivate now.

Three hours



Inching my way through dreaded traffic,
on a Sunday night, weary and rain-sick.

Rain fell like lemon drops on my windshield,
smearing the transparent glass with a taste - sour-filled.


The lively sounds on the careless radio,
contradicted the atmosphere's depot.

Wild horns of angry cars prepared to fight,
while my mind was preoccupied with the urge to go home tonight.


The procession of commuters simply continued
as the cars behind me deliberately counter-flowed.

The volume of vehicles spilled over,
while water spew out of manholes' fervor.


The slow crawl of unhappy crowd ceased intently,
flying past the remnants of the flooded streets hungrily.

A sigh of relief brought home, yet less vigor,
this tired and worn out lonesome driver.

Picture courtesy of Zorlone while driving last Sunday night

Rush train-ache


Rush hour has given way,
for my desire to come home.
This jam packed train has beckoned,
to relive these fond memories alone.

Ignoring the sweaty perfume,
of passengers tired and worn.
The soft beeping doors reminded me,
of your melodic voice of tone.

I squeezed inside to make way,
witnessing a rare lover's kiss.
Reminded me of our youth together.
Oh, how immature were us kids!

These billboards spoke of memories,
of our dear romantic bliss.
Each landmark planted glimpses,
miserably stored inside - amiss.

As I left the train, I found the familiar smell,
our long embrace when we parted.
Everyday this train ride reminds me,
the pain of your absence, my beloved.

Picture courtesy of Dr. Alvin Mercado

Flipping channels


Channel surfing on cable TV while procrastinated on life,
Smallville or Discovery, the latter station sufficed.

When National Geographic appeared, featuring trendy Asian fashion,
I just flipped the channel again, opted to watch a UFC countdown.

On ANC, just more breaking news about a mudslide in Japan.
While CNN had a different view, it featured a total eclipse of our sun.

At Studio 23, there was basketball, while Donald Trump was on Starworld,
Oprah talked while Michael Jackson had a tribute - alas, moonwalked backward.

Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon, showed my favorite animations,
Ben Ten and Avatar Ang saving lives and nations.

ESPN showed Wimbledon, Federer reigned as king,
Indiana Jones was at Cinemax, I was going crazy on tv listings.

Infomercials everywhere, I could have almost dialed.
Remembering my last list poem, so munching chips is what I tackled.

Too bad for re-runs of my favorite serial killer,
Dexter would have gotten them all, those heartless evil doers.

Breaking the magician's code, was not made with just some wild guesses.
It was more like Mythbusters at work, with lots of music and dances.

Fox Crime showed Bones and Fringe, even an episode of CSI.
Hallmark ran an old movie, I didn't get the title - maybe later online.

A night alone with TV and cable, never was a hateful activity,
Relaxing this tired mind, to entertain this midweek's insanity.

After thought

Shredded clouds lay on earth,

like solemn mournful pleas.
Anxieties and enemies hurt,
this concealed war driven slurry.

Illusion of a threatening cry,

never was a good invitation.
Sharing pieces of deep seated sighs,
words used shamelessly for attention.

A certainty of indecision passed,
unwilling sadness was awakened.
This truth of a half hearted lass,
was never in the right place to mention.

Only when the after thought came,
sorry for one's actions.
Lesson learned for what might become,
a lonesome memory - abandoned.

Picture courtesy of "deyedoctor"

WOOF Contest – Top Picks July 17, 2009

Only three top picks were chosen for this week's Writer's Offering Our Finest (WOOF) contest. Dragon Blogger placed number one followed by Jennifer M Scott. I was lucky to make the third place.

Congratulations to the winners and to the participants of the woof contest and more power to Plotdog!


Dragon Blogger – “The Adamantium Lobster” - A story poem about a lobsterman who finds a magical catch.

Jennifer M Scott – “Calm Bequeaths me Solitude” - A poem for my poetry challenge 'For I light my candle".

Zorlone – “Lamenting in darkness - "I feel anguished by the sad intensity of your poem. But it's better to feel something than to be numb - as in frostbite." – JenaIsle

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the July 17, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends July 24. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 07/17/09


Christable Anon – “Three Fold” - Fancies kept in stock for the wee hours when the world grows dry of little comfort to your branched feelings...

Jennifer M Scott – “Independence” - A patriotic poem written in acrostic using the word independence.

Dragon Blogger – “Hallucinations” - A poem about someone going through a drug induced trip.

My pocket is empty


My pocket is empty, I don't know why,
was it the new ipod I bought last night?

My pocket is empty, so I reached a little deeper,
got a receipt from an expensive dinner.

My pocket is empty, I should not have given in,
to the plea of my niece's birthday gift last weekend.

My pocket is empty, so I checked my wallet,
there wasn't any bills, not even a cent.

My pocket is empty, I went to the ATM,
only to find out that that was a dead end.

My pocket is empty, so I'm working overtime tonight,
even if I get home way after midnight.

My pocket is empty, I am dying in shame,
can you please spare me some change?

Thanks to eyevasco for the burst of inspiration. I was having the same predicament as you.

Could have been dinner

Warning: Not for the faint of heart


Smooth road brought excitement,
to hungry tires with teeth bare.
Giggles with deafening echoes,
resound from here to everywhere.

Turns and corners,
of unknown uncaring distances,
succumb to the elusive joy,
as this trip - advances.

Pin point colored rays strained,
from thick canopies of clouds,
arouse flapping wings of youngsters,
lurking beyond.

Wakeful snoozing head,
of a tired driver's view,
sudden darkened road,
unnoticed by this dumb sinew.

A turkey abruptly awaken,
these eyes wide open now!
Familiar reflexes blinked,
like a kitchen knife in the hands of a hausfrau.

Half a second too late,
these starving tires satisfied.
The crush of snapping bones,
insides squashed out life.

Oozing blood and juices,
organs flew everywhere,
a flattened wasted mound,
of what could have been dinner.

Mercilessly left,
a roadkill set aside.
This stupid driver left
and lost the view from his rear sight.

A comment several posts back between Roy and Holly about making an ode to a roadkill made me attempt to make this. I just finished editing it, I hope this is close enough.
Picture courtesy of google

WOOF Sandwich - Woof top picks July 10, 2009

Okay, this feels like a sandwich because I feel like the filling, Roy is the bread and Dragonblogger is the garnish on top. Congratulations to the winners and to all the participants of the woof contest.


Dragon Blogger – “Late Afternoon Nightmare - A poem about trying to catch an afternoon nap which only ends in a nightmare.

Roy – “unpoetic” - Senseless lines... or are they?

Zorlone – “Blank page” - "Such a true prose, the "process" is as you describe. The blank page a canvas for thoughts and inspiration, ready to pour out from within." Eric S.

Zorlone – “Just another bus commute” - "...That chance may never come again..but then... I'm sure somewhere down the road, you'll finally meet your princess." - JenaIsle

Fiction / Prose / Memoir

Roy – “The Short Story Blogger- A blogger... his life... his stories...

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the July 10, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends July 17. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 07/10/09

Fiction / Prose / Memoir

Jennifer M Scott – “Cinnamon French Toast” - How making french toast spawns a memory or two.

Webbielady – “The Fish Is Caught From Its Mouth- Indeed, the fish is baited in the mouth, thus, to keep quiet sometimes gives us safety.

Roy – “He is still the same son after all...” - Rediscovering my long lost relationship with my son...


Jennifer M Scott – “Haiku Series 19” - A series of haikus based on a variety of subjects.

Jennifer M Scott – “Waterlily - A surreal poem and it includes another picture drawn by me.

Lamenting in darkness


I woke up broken at the dawn of this day,

like mirror shredded in a million pieces.

news I heard from a mournful Sunday,

as her wedding day swiftly approaches.

Rough wrecked sanity enveloped,

these few lucid strands of my mind.

This lover's hope I clenched and invoked,

mere dusts aching memories left behind.

The day flew swiftly into humorless shadows,

of solemn goodbyes I last remembered.

How you were happy with his faithful vows,

but I shall only be to you - a soul kindred.

The night approached its darkest grief,

as I drown in its fathomless blackness.

A call from friends gave a mere breath of relief,

For I light my candle from their torches.

Picture courtesy of "deyedoctor"

This was a poem inspired by the poetry challenge by Jenn Scott.

Use the line "For I light my candle from their torches"

Just another bus commute


This crowded bus commute to home,
brought me instant irritation.
How I hate this conventional ordeal,
crowd, traffic, and rejection.

Until I sat in a cool and spacious seat,
noticeable instant attraction.
A lovely girl with long straight hair,
also looking at my direction.

I knew chemistry ignited the air,
electricity somewhat overflowed.
Sparkles of magic out of nowhere,
ire gladly departed with sorrow.

At a moment's rush I walked towards her,
as the bus gradually halted.
Inches away, her eyes summoned,
yet I slipped through the door and departed.

picture courtesy of Google

Blank page


I sit,
blankly staring in a screen of hope.
Pondering over,
endless inspiration for one.

This hum,
a soft mechanical allure.
Lingers freely,
they shout into my deafened ears.

Mixing madness,
a solid array and blissful thoughts.
Vacuous disarray,
in a semi darkened room of abstinence.

A prose,
gently undulates the reverberation.
Inside me,
this absent confusion writes.

WOOF Contest – Top Picks for July 3, 2009

It was a difficult week since there were so many entries to choose from the talented writers out there. Again, I would like to extend my sincerest gratitude to PlotDog and to the participants.

Prose / Fiction

Jennifer M Scott – “Dreaming of EveThis story is for mature audiences for strong language. sexual situations and violence just wanted to forewarn you. a woman is haunted by her former boyfriend.

H. Benjamin Petrie – “Is this Love?” - A stream-of-consciousness piece aiming to combine a Raymond Carver-style relationship story with James Joyce-style internal monologuing.

Webbielady – “Blue Moon” - At last!


Dragon Blogger – “Who Will Make Coffee” - Funny and humorous poem about a volunteer brewing a pot of coffee.

Zorlone – “Untamed beauty” - One cannot claim full knowledge behind a woman's smile. "Looks like the girl is full of mystery..." - Snow

Free Spirit – “Armageddon - When earth is too filthy to live in...

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the July 3, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends July 10. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other WOOF Contestants for 07/03/09

Prose / Fiction / Novel Excerpt

Jena Isle - “Chapter 1Umma Ayam Sinsana (Where are you now?)” - A true to life novel about Kalinga.

Jena Isle – “Chapter 2- Umma Ayam Sinsana (Where are you now?)” - Chapter 2 of the story of the Kalinga man.

Redrogue – “My Antipatic Colleague- She is on the verge of hating her until the reality comes into view... What she's going to do now?


Jennifer M Scott – “Candlelight Red” - A poem inspired by the words candlelight red.

Zorlone – “Last night” - "Without pain, can there be any real sense of joy? Without darkness, would we even understand the concept of light? This is a writer's curse and blessing, to feel things deeply and to make others feel them through our words." - Holly Jahangiri

Dragon Blogger – “Hurt Lives - Poem about difficulty and staying the course in ones life.

Dragon Blogger – “Lost Drug Addict - Random word poem including 19 random words about someone who slips into drug addiction.

In unity


Anxiously waiting along the
footsteps of the bride to be.
All eyes upon the lovely bride,
for all the family and friends to see.

Witnesses of an undying love,
rebirth of a relationship for three.
A husband and a wife's commitment,
with God as witness to their eternity.

All ears eagerly waited to hear,
the resounding words of I dos.
Ever the faithful hearts bound together,
the matrimonial celebration anew.

As witnesses of this glorious day,

of dear friends finally united.
Forever shall their love remain,
and start the memories tonight.

Congratulations and best wishes to Abbie and Reynold!
Picture courtesy of "deyedoctor"

Untamed beauty


The sunrise avoids your stare,
for she looks less graceful in your presence.
The morning sun is subdued - it's bare,
she glances away from your radiance.

A breath of your puzzling innocent style,
hides the thoughts within your lovely eyes.
What secrets lie beneath your meek exile?
What truths abound in your silent goodbyes?

Even the songbirds come to admire you,
but you are always ahead of their disguise.
They hum, they sing, they even coo,
try they can, but you are no prize.

A gentle smile, a watchful look,
choosing to be the exquisite wife.
Your soft lips tease, yet in your book,
you are the mystery in their lives.

Picture courtesy of deyedoctor

Last night


Last night was a bliss of possibilities.
What ifs & what could have been.
The fresh memory of your presence,
seated gracefully and lovingly in front of me.

Last night was a burden - unloaded.
Issues - uncleared, unspoken, and unmentioned.
Though questions lingered and waited,
in my mind, I did not dare ask.

Last night I said goodbye, but admired.
You who were there, you who let me in.
I stood up, fumbled with small words - departed.
Resounded - I left with would and could have been.

Last night I missed you as soon as I left.
The thought of you was held constantly in my mind.
I liked you so much, these feelings flung in the open.
To know you, to see you again, and to wish for you.

Last night I prayed to dream of only you,
and of possibilities I knew I hoped.
There in my dreams I heard my self spoke,
"I love you," softy and gently I whispered.

Image courtesy of "deyedoctor"

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