Yellow Ribbons: A Sonnet for Cory Aquino

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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

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


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

Three hours

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8:44pm

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.


9:35pm

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.


10:57pm

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.


11:53pm

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

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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

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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

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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!

Poetry


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

Poetry


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.