Poems

                                                     

                                       Who Am I

                                                                 Brian Joseph Sy

                                            Who am I to blindly believe that

                                  I can become parcel of this sacred ground?

                                        To pretend that I am a strong wind

                                             to guide your ever sturdy wings

                                  Who am I to change this persistent blue rain?

                                  To pretend that I can wash the sorrows away

                                               from your ever beating heart

                                    Who am I to care for this mortified soul?

                                     To pretend that sanctity ascends in my

                                                       figureless touch… 

                                   I am none. Transcending only the littlest of

                                       existence only meager eyes could see.

                                                  In the skies I plead alms

                                              to catch your merciful grace;

                                                                    To rescue me from this 

                                                lonesome cloud of misery 

                                                          that I call self  

                                               Friendship
                                                                         Vener Santos
 

                                                         Days will pass,
                                                 And things will grow old.
                                                       Flowers will bloom,
                                                      And soon will decay.
                                                 But when friendship starts,
                                            All of the year it will remain fresh.

                                                    Friends will grow old,
                                                 But friendship will never.
                                                  As long as we both care,
                                               It will remain young forever.
                                              Death will separate it on earth,
                                                But it will reborn in heaven.

                                              Now I Know

                                                       Jose Paulo Tolentino 

                                        Seven months felt like seven years

                                          and now I face my greatest fears

                                            Why before I could never wait

                                           but now I know the heavy weight.

                                             In a strange world, a mad ci

ty,

                                                it is tough to be an adult

                                                 you take responsibility

                                              to bear frustration and insult  

                                         There are days I would like to die

                                               life is not pretty as it seem

                                        Leave this and what do I redeem?

                                          many I have learned is just a lie

                                          They say I should create a goal

                                         Love and life is what you make it

                                          but somehow it just could not fit

                                                All I have is a hollow soul 

                                        From here I don't know where to go

                                               Being an adult, now I know. 

                                                    CREDENDA

                                                  By R. Vinzons Asis

 I remembered God and I came

asking bread, became

tearfully insistent, heard

only ringing hunger: no word

So I left, cursing

but the thunder of my words

were as raindrops falling.

Saw God in my hunger:

heard his voice ringing

in my ears; saw the beauty

of his silence.

SOOTHING AS NIGHT WINDS ARE

Salvador B. Espinas

Love is gentle, love is quiet

Like any distant star

Love is beauty, love is music

Soothing as night winds are.

Love is patient and unselfish

Divine, true, neutral, fair –

Love is ageless and immortal,

Lost love is just somewhere

And the heart that abandons,

Nurses a tender scar,

Softly stabbing, and yet sweetly

Soothing as night winds are.

         Salvador Espinas is a man who was an author.In a local city from Zambales, and the author of SOOTHING AS THE NIGHT WINDS ARE. It means love is unconditional. You can never predict what love is. Love can make things go right and beast will turning to a Good Samaritan.