literary, poetry and sentiments

Chanson Francais (French Songs) for YOU

2008-11-07T06:26:00.000-08:00

Lyrics | Carla Bruni - Chanson Triste lyrics

Tula ni Sol... MGa Dagdag

2007-10-03T02:02:00.000-07:00

THE KID UPON THE BURROW

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(August 21, 2007)

On a rainy frosty December,

While I was rushing for souvenir,

There was this kid upon the burrow,

Who seemed to hide his eyes in sorrow.

He tried to catch my every step,

And aimed to look what’s on my face,

In selfish grin, I took my pace,

And beat the road with all my haste.

At a corner shop when I came in

I still wondered where he might had been,

The rain won’t stop the wind was chillin’

And darkness tide was fast advancing.

As I stood still to take my pick

In front of the rows of candle sticks

When in a sudden my sight flew through

An old and hazy glass window

That kid sat still on waiting bench

And kept his gaze on pouring rain

The streetlight cast a shade of pale

Upon his face that looked so frail

The scene I saw in turn had changed

The shade of light above my head

My face grew pale and I felt strange

My eyes got stuck my sight grew dimmed

He hooked me stiff from deep within

Then simply banished as puff of wind

As if to strike a bell or chime

A ring of sound I kept to hide.

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(Aug. 22, 2007)

The flowers breathe of passion

And the wine speaks of sweet delight

O, the green fields are for anticipation

And the stars are dreams in flight

But I take you upon my wings

With a soft touch against my skin

For the love that is pure and lasting

Has a kiss of intimacy from within

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(April, 2007, HSAI)

Life has bequeathed us one of its greatest legacies

of human existence; labor it may be a curse to Adam and Eve

but it helps us in constant distance to sin. It’s our partner to

journey called life and it brings us even closer to a grand experience

called human relationship.

MULTICOLORED

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(Aug. 26, 2007)

The buds in bloom are tender hush

Like God’s sweet sacred gentle touch

Some bright, some white and full of life

That God had scattered on Eastertide!

Each one gathers his choice of hue,

From pink carnation to purplish blue,

The crimson red and golden yellow,

The red-hot orange and pale indigo.

The nickel grey, the cherry red

The frosty blue, the desert beige

The shade of cream and forest green

The untainted white in fullest range!

I love the look of verdant field

Its slice of bliss I wait to yield

A piece of heaven, which makes me sigh

A thoughtful blessing from on high!

TULA NI SOL

2007-08-16T23:23:00.000-07:00

PRIVATE LITERARY COLLECTION

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A RAGGED LIFE

(October 20, 1998)

In a ragged inn, a ragged fellow was caught

What unkindness of fate he longed had thought?

And deep within a harbored dream

A clearer view is yet unseen

In merriment of fancy hope

A fancy face with hopeless look

In his desire of big and great

He tugged the rope of time with haste

Along the path he walked alone

With wit and might he thought he got it all

The crown and fame at last at hand

Till all seemed follow from his commands

He lavished on profanity spent his life in vanity

From evening parties to festive weddings

To costly travels and endless cheering

The elegant mansions he stepped into

The rugged taverns he reached them too

All those desire of life and time

The truest sense was yet unrhymed

For in his heart he still could find

A countless query of a weary mind

The whys and hows since he began

Are purely there and still undone

BRILLIANT FOOLS

(January 15, 1999, Irosin Sorsogon)

When Samuel’s Tom whitewashed the fence – faces he painted with laughter

And as Emily held her pen – a deep life’s sorrow was revealed

When young Keats honored beauty – he indeed honored the Grecian Urn

While Milton found blinded – a paradise was lost yet it was regained

At time came when Poe rushed for words - it was then, We saw him drinking

While armies bade their farewell – We found Hemingway standing

And as Shakespeare laid Juliet & Romeo dying – lovers caught mourning

When Marx published a book – working men stood fighting

At tender age Byron and Shelley had crafted words

While Ireland’s James Joyce at 40 had just finished Ulysses

As Marlowe’s heart grew fonder, Ernest Henley’s spirit rose higher

And don’t let it be forgotten we’ve got two Winston Churchills

O fount of literary wisdom, for us thou gave

These great fellows of the olden days

Their pens, their hearts, their peculiar id

Long hath been buried but not their wit

For in this world of fools and wise

Some hearts doth ache for Charles & Grimes

The likes of Shaw, Ralph and Jane

These brilliant fools who caught our hearts

Who taught it love and kept it young…???

THIS TOO SHALL PASS AWAY

(June 17, 1999, San Pedro Laguna)

As I carry the load

That seems so eternal

The weight is felt

Right up my head

And down my spine

To this my earnest plea,

To keep me strong and keep my faith

And help me believe

That this too shall pass away.

THE CARNIVAL OF LIFE

(June 17, 1999, San Pedro Laguna)

Along the carnival of life

We are to tread softly

Feeling young

Though youth has gone away

Laying down chagrin emotions

And sometimes tossing up amiability above

Trading tears and laughter

Together we celebrate the carnival of everyday

We’re all cast adrift

Boarding wrecked craft

Swiftly racing down an many directions

All wants to have a place

Some follow mine, from which I follow someone else’s

Some hurry for new traces, while some take their own

Together we perform the carnival of everyday

One by one some crafts reach the shore, including mine

Some are left halfway but sure to come in due time

Others are thrown away

Many are carried by the rage of waves and miss the solid grip

So now they’re forever asleep across the deepest sea

Together we accept our fate in the carnival of everyday

The one’s who reach the shore

Are sure to rejoice

And those who bade goodnight across the deepest sea

Will cry out their songs of agony

Sunsets and evening stars will sing in harmony

Ending the painful and bitter memory

And at daybreak only a few celebrates the carnival of grand new day

UNTITLED

(June 18, 1999, San Pedro Laguna)

It’s a little I know about the world

And little I can share

It’s a little I take from what I should get

And a little I find to what I seek

Ditties & Promises

(JUNE 24, 1999)

You’re unheard if you ceased to speak,

Though flowers bloom, in due time they wither.

Lovers whisper in darkness, of undying promises

And at daytime, they’re found in tears

Promises vanish as darkness passes

Simple ditties and rhymes

Truly bring solace

But melodies do come to an end

Though wounded hearts do heal

Scar is left and tears are remembered

You lofty lovers, oh! Try to conceal;

Offer not roses, to which thorns are unknown,

For oft are you elated and at the brink you reveal

So rather give presents to which thorns are reborn

Cause heart acknowledges things, which are real.

WILD NORTHWIND

(May 5, 2001)

O wild north wind as you soars

Bring me back my breath again

Oh! Can we all expect a hopeful waiting?

But, oh! Only time can tell

Its endless soaring in ageless spaces

Can it turn its face to a speck of being?

Oh! No it wouldn’t do

but partly, I sigh and pray

Oh! Please make it so

For all those times and times forgotten by…

Can’t it turn, turn, and turn right

To perfectly meet the pathways

To where it passed before –

To the east from the west

To the north from the south

To which ever way

To wherever it may be

To the east to the west

To the north to the south

To which ever way –

To wherever it may be

It just turns, turns, turns

Round and round circling our dials

Until it settles deep – deep

Deep down to a heart that learns

The art of loving and believing

That soon the north wind cast its magic spell

A gift of wise living…

ON WALKING

(March 28, 2005)

The night said to the young man,

“Tread the road with smile upon your lips

for the sun will make it beam

and your breath will make it fresh.

Greet the nature with that glowing smile

And let your breath for every human kind.

For neither your smiles nor your breath

be wasted into nothingness

for like a man who keeps singing to the vine

with sublime hope that someday the vines

will sing back to him in due time.”

We thank God for Summer Bliss

(August 12, 2007, Sharjah, UAE)

Summer wind blows on hills far different as it does on valleys

Yet both feels the warmth as it touches gently on solid grounds

Near below or far above season feels its tenderness

From its resless distant travels sweet summer aroma abounds

In ageless seasons it circles our time

From our first breath until we reach our prime

Land may dry up when its kisses thrive

Yet many times in between it intensifies our smile

For us who have curled up in winter

Will sure to miss its magic spell

But nonetheless at least we find

A waiting room for its arriv’l

For all the summer which had gone

And for all those that will sure come

We thank the Mighty Creator for the taste of summer bliss

And the hope of cuddling again its profound warm embrace!

WE NEVER STOP TO SING

(August 15, 2007 )

If life is a piece of song and your heart is a melody

And just like the lyrics which tell some happy or sad story

If life is a freedom battle that cries out so tight

And your heart is a soldier dying to fight

And if life is a meeting place in which we must wait

Round the man with his promise which strengthen our faith

Where we pray until dawn with our sighs and our strides

And we heave all the minutes with our eager desires

In ones life there’s a music of sweet refrain

And the other piece we hear, song of constant pain

Yet with all the refrains and the pains

We never stop to sing

Our music lives and fades

Just like our hopes and dreams

But someday we will all be singing

Great tune of heavenly hymns