Letter Written For A Friend

A Tribute to Ulbert Ulama "Bob" Tugung

You have left footprints with your dreams,
Your visions of Zamboanga,
Of Basilan, Jolo's sunbeams;
Mindanao's flora and fauna.

You went away with the lifeblood
Circulating in our strong veins,
With a smile on your face as you trod
Along the uncanny terrains.

Gentle hug that exudes friendships.
This sincere and lasting tribute,
Of love from the heart and the lips,
A hand that gives you a salute.

I found you a sincere, dear friend
In my odd world of wanderlust,
Of the islands that you have gained
Their support, their love, and their trust.

This handwritten letter that grips
Great heart and mind with an aura
Of affections and of friendships:
Abe Sappal, Barjamin Jubaira,

Rommel Corro, Ceasar Aquino

 Zamboanga -this rings a bell;
Ibrahim Albar, Reid Tallow,
PMC's Rodolfo Canivel.

Dave Reyes' friendly persuasion
Of Claret College vacancy               
Taking the bar is your mission
Manila is not far away.

I came to Basilan to teach
Instead, you let me cherish life
The yarn beyond Malassa beach
Of unity, of love sans strife.

The bond was a  bloodless compact
Of God, country, and people.
The mighty press and love's impact
Guide us to be out of trouble.

You are a  fighter like "Christine"
In the land of blessing and grace.
A bamboo of love will be seen;
Perched on its branch, a dove of peace.

You will feel the breeze of freedom
As  the vinta sails on the calm sea,
In the cool of the night the drum
Beats the sound of mercy and plea.

This land is yours to till and settle.
You have fought for it for some reasons
And this will be known by the people
That you stood firm in all the seasons.

The  day turned into a lovely night
On the island the turtles' asleep;
While  the birds of prey were in flight
School of fish undisturbed in the deep.

You left a seed of love to grow
For your endeared posterity
Watered by island springs to flow
And anchor into eternity.

Farewell, my friend, the learned one!


(N.B.) On Dec. 11, 1979, Ulbert Ulama "Bob" Tugung, took the oath of office as Chairman of the Regional Executive Council- the highest public official of Western Mindanao. On Nov. 22, 1986, he was gunned down by an assassin's bullet at Hotel Aurelio in Ermita, Manila, Philippines.
       I met Bob Tugung at the Claret College of Isabela, in Isabela City, Basilan, Philippines when he took a leave of absence in preparation for his bar examination. I filled up his vacated position through the information of his friend, Mr. Dave Reyes of Bongao, Sulu, Philippines, whom I met in Jolo, Sulu, Philippines during my first teaching stint in high school and college at the Philippines Muslim College, Jolo, Sulu. Bob, then, became my best friend and like a brother instilled in my psyche' the quintessence of life, brotherhood, neighborliness, and trust. Bob Tugung is companionable, compassionate, a prolific writer, and a powerful speaker.( Greg In. Trabanca)

May 1973

Sonnet of Love


The  bond of May was deserving
As flowers bloom with life and love.
Happiness with passion burning
With the guiding light from above.

The caged parrot's noise to be free
Awakened us in our slumber. 
The birds on the trees were happy
 And we knew we were together.                                                     

 But like seaweeds our tied bodies
Floated to the edge of the earth;
A roll of passionate eddies.

And on the lovely foreign shore
We were together and in mirth                                                     
To love, to dream, and nothing more.                                                             


N.B.  On May 29, 1973,( a year after the Martial Law), at Dipolog City, Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines, Gregorio (Greg) Intas Alcala Caponong Trabanca and Evangeline (Eve) Rueles Magallanes Caermare had their marital vow, solemnized by the  Celebrant: Most Rev. Felix S. Zafra, D.D. Bishop of the diocese of Dipolog City, Zamboanga del Norte, Philippines, Con-celebrant: Msgr. Salvador Mora, a secular priest and a very good friend of the groom.
This was also the elevation of then Fr. Tuquib to the Bishop's chair thus the wedding was performed at St. Mary's Chapel, courtesy of the RVM sisters. The groom taught at Ferrer High School, Labason, ZDN which was taken over by the RVM sisters.
A day after the wedding, the bride flew for America as an immigrant. The groom followed a year later ( as he was finishing his teaching stint at Dipolog School of Fisheries in Olingan, Dipolog City, Philippines)

U.S.A.

America, Our Home

America, land of the free;
Our home and the place of the brave
Who fought with love for liberty
Unmindful of the unknown grave.

 From foreign shores, with dreams, we came
To seek a better place to live;
For life is but to play the game
With God's guidance: that we believe.

We stayed, we made this land our home.
We picked apples during summer                                                                   
We were free wherever we roam.                             

We worked, we learned without the wrath.
 We shoveled the snow during winter;                                                       
"America is in the heart."

Backyard Garden

Backyard Garden

I want you dear to understand
That spring is here to greet us,
Then we remember our birthland.
We must enjoy and there's no rush.

You love the smooth fur of Niky;
The smell of lemongrass flower
And the tender purr of Kitty
Make you think of an April shower.

Watch the basil and rosemary
Growing in our backyard garden.
Peppers and  eggplants are ready;
Red tomatoes and onion green.

As if everything that exists -
The color, the smell, the sunset.
In your memory, it persists;
The more luminous they can get.

Sailboats dot the saline waters;
Nasty weather streams the forecast;
While the link that never falters
Is our love that will always last.

Don't even bother to call my name
If you think it's worth the while that
All the righteous things you've to claim
Be carried by the tide of wrath.

Remember my dear that you are
Loved and I will say it again -
You are mine in peace and in war;
We have nothing to lose but gain.

But if perchance each hour, each day
The compass of your endearment
Points inwardly to me then say:
"Truly love, this is what we meant."

Always remember, I am here!

Even if my thoughts are frozen;

Benumbed my senses when you utter:

"To each other, we're beholden."

(N.B.)  In a fluke of circumstance, Gloria Key, the assiduous and compassionate leader of the Society of the Beloved Disciple devotion, requested me to do The Praises of the Divine Mercy ( by Sister Faustina)  on the virtual daily 8:00 PM prayer (of the Society's Prayer Group), which is the first day of the novena of The Divine Mercy Devotion.  

" I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO KNOW MY INFINITE MERCY. I WANT TO GIVE UNIMAGINABLE GRACES TO THOSE WHO TRUST MY MERCY."

(The Love of God is the Flower - Mercy is the Fruit) 

"Let the doubting Souls read these Considerations on the Divine Mercy and become Trusting." This is found in The Divine Mercy Devotion pamphlet.

Friday, April 2, 2021, begins the novena on the Divine Mercy Devotion to end on the Divine Mercy Sunday - April 11, 2021.  (Greg In Trabanca)

The Unexpected (10/09/2012 )

Things just occur unobtrusively in one's life
Apparently, there must be a cause.
 Sure, there was!

On the first Friday of October, we found ourselves
in an emergency situation. We left at 8:35 pm
and arrived at the destination point at 9:35 pm
but was taken care of at precisely 11:11pm.
Quite a feat in an emergency moment.

The gravity of the circumstance was not fully considered.
However, the cause found a meaning
and it was defined with an answer.

All were well and ended well.

The quest for panacea has terminated.
The celestial succor guided the hands
of the medical people at the right moment
and at the right place. At 4:10 am we were at
the Hospital Room 4928 that was spacious
and with a sofa bed. At last, dreamland was a minute away.

PCT(Patient Care Technician), Arny, and RN Steph were heaven-sent.
The care, the food, the atmosphere were perfect for an aching body
and limb to rest, to relax, and to sleep. At 2:56 pm,
we were out to once again witness October's beauty,

and charm with a short stop at Burger King to the delight
of our palate and stomach. Now the destination point was home sweet home. Truly life basks with unexpected events.
And it brings color and enthusiasm to Life.

For a friend

Bienvenido, My Friend

My dear friend, you have not left her
On the watch, you are on a respite
With pure love there's eternity
And you vanish in the thin air.

My friend, you found yourselves thirsty
You drank life's sustaining water
Moments were felt weak and hungry
You go on to seek, to gather.

Back home the trend is to go South
Over here, it is to go West
From the Mid-west  you found the route
Ultimately your place to rest.

Hasta luego, Bienvenido
La familia y el mundo
Hasta luego, mi amigo.


Adios!

(10/08/2012) Written by Greg In Trabanca dedicated to a friend,
Bienvenido Rosero, Jr. who passed away in California, USA.
The Rosero family lived a long time in Chicago. When this tribute poem was
e-mailed to Angie Rosero, his wife, she replied, "Greg, thank you,
ikaw pala ay makata. Ang ganda. Nagustohan ko. " (You are also a poet.Very nice, I like it !!! )

SANTO NINO DE AGOSTO, 2012

FIESTA DEL SANTO NINO' DE AGOSTO (Aug. 16, 2012)

 This is the 12th year of the celebration of the Santo Nino de Agosto. This year's theme is TO GOD BE THE GLORY. The feast of the Holy Infant Child is observed in January but devotees found also a better idea to unite the many groups of the Sto Nino devotees spread throughout the parishes of Illinois this month.
This year 18 groups of devotees participated. They are Devotees of 1) Zamboanga del Norte (2)St. Lambert of Skokie )3)Divine Mercy of Transfiguration (4)Prayer Group of South Dupage (5)San Lorenzo Ruiz Group (6)St. Matthias Legion of Mary (7)Holy Name Cathedral (8)Sto. Nino of the Midwest (9) Prayer Group of St. Peter, Skokie (10)Couple for Christ (11)Most Holy Innocent Group (12) FACC/Rizal Center (13) Rosary Crusade/Our Lady of Fatima (14) Mother Cabrini Prayer Group (15) Legion Of Mary/Our Lady of Ransom (16) Society of the Beloved Disciple of St. Matthias (17) Our Lady of Fatima Prayer Group (18) Sto Nino del Ciudad de Zamboanga.

On its souvenir program, Luz Ong, the perennial Hermana Mayor (for 12 years) echoed a Thank You to ALL, Friends and Benefactors of the organization, devotees. The Spiritual Director and founder Rev. Leoncio S. Santiago began his message with dry humor written on a tombstone that reads, "It's always something." that the statement applies to death or to life. And he went on to question whether there is a time when "something" will no longer bother us. That he said is yes according to Jesus. That time is the time of glory which is timeless and eternally secured. Any interruption to our joys, to our peace of mind, to our smooth relationship with others is a reminder of the cross, the cross which sits on the top of the globe in the hand of the Santo Nino. They are intimations of God's glory, the only glory that endures, and the glory that we can share if we live in union with God. To God be the glory!

Meanwhile, Francis Cardinal George, O.M.I., Archbishop of Chicago, wrote,  "Religious celebrations are a time for remembering and giving thanks for God's blessings that come to us through the hands of the child Jesus.

"The Gov. of Illinois, Pat Quinn, said, "The annual celebration is also a great opportunity to show unity and to meet with others of your faith and heritage.

"The Mayor of Chicago, Rahm Emanuel, said, " Sto. Nino de Agosto has been a great institute of support to innumerable people. This annual event is a special opportunity to recognize and celebrate your unity and religious cultural heritage.

"And lastly, from Consul General, Leo M Herrera-Lim our consulate general of the Philippines in Chicago has this to say,"...This spirituality and selflessness are ideals of our Christian faith and values. Indeed, devotion to faith influence all aspects of the Filipinos' way of life. The Philippines, our homeland, is truly blessed that its people have remained true to the faith. Viva Santo Nino!"

 An important addendum, was the presence of Fr. Jerome Moras of Carmel Nivas, Holy Infant Church, Londa- 591 301 Belgium Dist., Karnataka State, India. He has stayed in Prague for 10 years. He is a healing priest.

The festivities were well attended and the procession from around the blocks of St. Matthias Church told the success story.

" The Miracle of Multiplication of Bread " By Fr. Peter Fernandes,sfx

In our world, million of hungry faces are wondering about, hoping for the miracle of the multiplication of bread. We wonder, why so much hunger and thirst Did the Maker of this world miscalculate the resources?

Many such questions baffle the minds of the believers and non-believers likewise. Therefore,should we surmise that a benevolent God permitted such atrocities on His creatures? Many are content to deny the existence of God in the face of sorrow and pain, with false assumption that if God truly existed, this world would have been a happy place.

However, they are comfortable to dwell in the big homes, and embrace the consumerist life style without a thought or care for the suffering human beings. Why blame God, whom you cannot see and touch, but would not lift a finger to help the fellow human being. The miracle of multiplication of bread happens every day through God's abundance.

However, there is not enough for the greed of men, which is the cause of hunger and thirst for millions of people around the world. It is a shame, for the modern man to boost of advancement in technology and communication, and leave behind millions of people, who are left to fend for himself to fetch just a piece of bread for the day.

Although, the images are visible, our hearts are cold to reach out, but we blame God:why not repeat the miracle of multiplication of bread.

Eucharist is the celebration of God sharing His very life with us to nourish our body and spirit. The miracle of the Eucharist is an invitation for all the disciples to multiply the loaves through our works of charity, struggle for justice, and detachment from the material things. Indeed, God wants to work this miracle every day, but He needs our cooperation, and willingness to share of our selves, while imitating His Son Jesus. You and I are called to be the bread for the hungry, and water for the thirsty...!

God's love for his creatures is so profound and deep, which we will never be able to fathom. Through the suffering and death of His Son Jesus, God made it amply clear to us that He is willing to empty Himself totally for our sake. He stands with us when we face trials and tribulations; He suffers with us when we feel helpless... He walks with us through the journey of life, without miss a step. He accompanies us not as one who is powerless, but who loves us purely and sincerely.

Therefore, open your eyes of faith and recognize the Lord in the breaking of the bread.

Satisfy My soul...! By Fr.Peter Fernandes,sfx

     Who can truly satisfy my soul? This question rings in the heart of every person that walk on the face of the earth. In fact, a man makes an effort to satisfy the soul, but often, fails to find a right answer. "I searched for thee... in vain things, but I could not find thee. Late have I found thee my God. Now I know, that my heart is made for thee, and it is restless, until it rest in thee.
    St. Augustine learned that it is an imperative to lean on God if you are  to satisfy your soul.
    The history of humankind bespeaks of the tragedy he faces when his search for satisfaction ends in disappointment. The irony is that history continues to repeat this misfortune, bringing in more tears and grief. What is still more tragic than an individual's dissatisfaction  is that the stubborness of human heart makes it so difficult to recognize its failure, to amend its ways, and  to find ways to overcome predicaments with correct methods. Sadly, mankind tends to linger on the ordinary mire, rather than to rise above to the sublime life only God can offer.
     The Prophet Elijah performed a mighty miracle  in the presence of King Ahab, the prophets of Baal, and the people of Israel, when he challenged the prophets of Baal, and proved them wrong. There is only one God -Yahweh - in Israel. Through this mighty deed , the prophet wanted to bring home a message  to the King and to  the people of Israel that they should not fear but rather trust in God. Queen  Jezebel rejected that message, and she sought to kill Elijah. This is the story of humankind, which often opts to  kills the very thing that satisfies our souls.
     Similar is the attitude of the people toward Jesus, who truly is the bread of life. Besides witnessing the awesome power of Jesus, and being miraculously fed, they still were not ready to place their life or faith in Jesus. On the contrary, they began to question His authority and authenticity. The modern secular culture reflects the same attitudes of indifference and doubt. The secular culture endorses consumerism and hedonism as the means to satisfy the soul, but these truly poison our souls. The secular culture's message mislead the people, and hordes of people fall prey to their traps.
    Who can satisfy my soul? Jesus assures us, " I am the bread of life.Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood" will never feel hungry again or thirst. Therefore, why distance  ourselves for the Lord, who truly satisfies our soul? We have to recognize the gift of God in His son Jesus, repent of our sins - the stubbornness of heart, and allow Jesus to inter into our lives. When we do this we can be  assured that we will be greeted with peace and joy the world cannot offer.

Hudyaka 2012 With Gov. Lando Yebes

Hudyaka 2012 Aug 11, 2012. Saturday.

Bunker Hill Forest Preserve, Chicago, Illinois teemed with ZANORTEANS (people from the province of Zamboanga del Norte, the Philippines in America) to celebrate the province's annual festival- Hudyaka. This was a festivity started by  Governor Lando Yebes and was responsible also for Zamboanga del Norte to be popularly known as ZANORTE.

Gov. Lando Yebes, Board Member, Alan Ranillo, and another staff member were present to witness the different activities performed by the ZANORTEANS in Illinois through their organization, ZAMNAI.

Participants of ZAMNAI's HUDYAKA 2012 were all ZANORTEANS of the different associations ranging from towns to schools, to civics. They were all united, unique, and uproarious. A pride of Mindanao.

And, Gov Lando Yebes intimated to me in a chat that this ZAMNAI HUDYAKA activity was highly commendable especially the preservation of the province's culture and tradition. The governor added that someday, the coming generation will be proud that they, too, have roots and branches from ZANORTE.

On Remembering Friends

     "Our rewards in life will depend on the quality and amount of the contribution we make." "Life is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You won't necessarily get what you want in life but in the long run, you'll usually get what you expect."
 
  Flashback. Summer of '67. Zamboanga City, the City of Flowers. Zamboanga AE College.(AE for Arturo Eustaquio). Plaza Pershing. Zamboanga City was then a peaceful city. It's vibrant with hopeful joy. I love to visit the pier where I drown my doubts, my uncertainties, my pain on the unending friendly and hostile waves rolling to the shore. Etched on the horizon is a promising tomorrow. And, Zamboanga AE College was like a doting father to the children away from home. Students from all over Mindanao in particular and the Visayan and Luzon flocked to Zamboanga City for their educational thirst and hunger. Truly, Zamboanga City is the City of Flowers.

In the summer of 1967, as the president of the ZAEC Summer Student Council, I was given the responsibility to invite the late Mayor Cesar Climaco to be the College of Education Summer Graduating Class guest speaker. As he was not available, instead I requested Mr. Rodolfo Canivel, director of Philippine Muslim College of Jolo, Sulu, who was at that time recruiting teachers to teach in high school and college. That request paved the warm welcome of at least seven instructors to teach at Philippine Muslim College and immediately commenced my teaching odyssey.

I assured Mr. Canivel of those teachers who would be teaching English and Literature, Mathematics, Pilipino, Science, History, Band Leader/Instructor, and School paper Adviser.

Mr. Abubakar, the Mayor of Jolo gave the coming instructors a red carpet welcome accommodation. Reid Tallow was the high school principal. Meanwhile, Baryamin Jubaira, my great pal ( with whom I learned some writing skills), welcomed me by streaming an ad-lib on the only government radio station of Jolo, Sulu. The following week my classmates and schoolmates from the islands surprised me with a welcome visit.                

Baryamin is the son of Ibrahim Jubaira, the first prolific Filipino writer to be known outside of the country, the Philippines Free Press short story awardee for his Uncle Syed's Goat entry, and the Philippines attache' to Kuala Lumpur during Emmanuel Pelaez vice-presidency.                

I loved the Sulu Archipelago with its Muslim and Christian population, lovely islands, and beautiful seascape, the noted durian fruits, fresh fish, and homegrown brewed coffee.  I walked the beach and saw at a distance the house of Princess Tarhata Kiram, who wrote the lyrics of the song Jolo Farewell-. In fact, I still remembered another song which runs like this: In Tawi-Tawi beach I know, the girl I can't forget...

And Simunol island, of Eddie Sappal's writings, of his brother, Abe Sappal ( Karl Dumas ) whose radio voice permeated Zamboanga city's airwaves and captivated young and old listeners. Together with  Abe Sappal, Rommel Corro, and me; we trained a winsome Hadji ( sorry I forgot his name) of the island in public speaking and he won the college intramural speaking contest at ZAEC. Meanwhile, with the expertise and advice of Abe Sappal and Rommel Corro, we won the intercollegiate debate on the topic: That electoral campaign should be limited to 3 months. Education Dept. has the affirmative side whose members were 2 high schools valedictorians ( from Margosatubig, Zamboanga del Sur and the other from Basilan province and 1 salutatorian (me) from Zamboanga del Norte The first time in ZAEC's history that an Education Dept won over the Law Dept.

 At Jolo's Philippine Muslim College, I met and befriended a kindhearted man whose name escaped my memory. He was the college security guard by day and moonlighting on the government radio by night. He has a terrific tongue for dishing out the Tausog's ballads comparable to the Tagalog's Balagtasan. This muscular friend graduated with his Bachelor's degree at the prestigious University of Sto. Tomas, Manila, the Philippines on a scholarship through his swimming prowess.

Dave Reyes was added to the list of friends. He is a dashing, well-read man who informed me of a soon available teaching position at Claret College of Isabela, Basilan City as Bob (Ulbert Ulama Tugung) is slated to take the bar in Manila. I grabbed the opportunity. I was accepted. Taught English and also as an adviser of the school's paper and a contributor to the Basilan Times.

Ulbert Ulama "Bob" Tugung was a very good friend. He is charismatic, humble, well-loved in Basilan and the islands.  He smiled and waved his hands in a friendly manner among the pedestrians. He was fearless as he held high his honesty, dedication, and sincerity in the whole gamut of his emotion. He was truly a politician.

Those were the days when the Press and Radio or Media were well respected. And this refreshed my memory when I met Mr. Pamaran of the notable and influential Pamaran families of Lamitan of the Basilan province of the Sulu Archipelago. This happened when a classmate in college introduced me to  Mr. Pamaran who (I was not sure) was the mayor or vice-mayor, that I was a journalist and at that juncture, he pleaded not to ruin his political career due to his not accomodating us three townmates for a ride from the wharf to downtown Lamitan. That incident added inches to my height, that a pen is mightier than a sword.        (Greg In Trabanca)

Silence

Poem 101

Silence is the language of the soul.
In your inner silence, you'll feel

the melody of sound which is music
to your very existence.

Let silence finds its vital niche
in your every day life's movements
and you'll know that there is
Someone talking to you.

And you believe.

(04/09/2012)

Beauty of Nature

Park Poem

I elected to walk and not to run
I have to tread slowly for I am lost

As I journey on this beautiful land
My God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost.

This I am humbly confessing
I am weak I need Him the more

That my real need is unceasing
I am sinking in the seashore.

I met a man from Korea
Who loved himself and his country
I met a man from Nigeria
Said that wealth has room for many.

The three of us were in the park
To be more fit physically
In the nearby river a duck
Was scouring for food happily.

Hey guys which is then the right way
As you walk in this foreign land?
Be careful not to go astray
And cautious not to go beyond.

(04/09/2012)

I Wonder Why

The Wonder Moment

I wonder why,

It's the city of Zamboanga;
Then about that Jesuit's vignette,
Not on Cebu or Dumaguete?

I wonder why,
I didn't stay long in Manila
To see the sunset on the bay
Or write a seminarian story?

I wonder why, 
Medicine didn't ease my longing
Nor accounting or engineering;

But the fascination of letters,
The novelty of syllables,
The awesome splendor of writers.

And I still wonder
If I write in my intention:
To read, to learn, and to gather
Nuggets buried in oblivion
To scatter for the generation?



(03/09/2012)

Fr. Carlos and I

9AM 2/26/12 Sunday
Priest: Fr. Carlos
Lector: Greg

Your ways, O Lord, are love and truth to those who keep your covenant. (Ps 25:4-5...

Officiating the mass at 9 AM was Fr. Carlos and I was the lector. And this Sunday, after the 11 AM mass, there was a birthday party lunch at the Church's basement for our pastor Fr. Peter Fernandez, tendered by the parishioners of St.Timothy parish.

Stewardship was manifested as parishioners flocked to the Church for prayer, for the celebration and for parish activity participation. Truly the parishioners' time, talent, and treasure were displayed.

Inspiration

Wonderful World

Teach me once more on  how to fly,
To soar up above the skylines
To dream, to hope, and not to cry

Teach me once more to stand, to walk
To run as really fast as I can
And tell them to do and not just talk.

Teach me once more to learn to change
And write it to do the exercise
To scribble words and rearrange

Words that make sense and beautiful
Well-chosen words of prose and poetry
Making our life so wonderful.
(02/21/2012)

The Real Presence

At St. Jude's Chapel

He is imprisoned in the tabernacle
for our salvation.

Silence. Meditate. Listen.

He is there in the tabernacle
watching and listening to us -
in the silence of our heart
in the abundance of our thoughts.

He is there!

Speak to Him in the sanctum of your silence;
Whisper to Him and listen to the echo of your desires.

He is there: ready to lift you,
to carry you, to meet your needs.

Make Him a part of you, a part of us.


(02/06/2012)

The Waterfall

Waterfall on the Wall

Water, air, light -
The essentials of life.

At the outpatient hospital lobby, I walk tall.
I witnessed a therapeutic experience
As I gazed at the waterfall on the wall

Cascading to the flower garden
Of white blooming orchids,
On the newfound Eden.

The illuminating electric bulbs declared;
The writing on the wall that read
"Only say the Word and I shall be healed."

The water of damnation or salvation,
Air for existence or suffocation;
Light for power or for extinction?


(02/06/2012)

Happy New Year 2012

NEW YEAR!
Jan.03,2012

A time to begin
a new way,
a path that leads
to a promising
tomorrow.

The dawn appears,
the bluebird sings
the sun lightens the sky
and a song, a poem
brightens
my day

2012, a New Year
a good year,
a year to gear
a lesson to bear,
for a direction
leading to
an ideal
destination.