Happy Easter!” SUNDAY OF SUNDAYS (Easter Sunday Pun and Fun) the Sunday between crucifixion and resurrection the Sunday between week holy and weak wholly the Sunday between fast and feast between pray and play the Sunday between gloom and gleam between thin and thick the Sunday of unions and reunions hidden eggs and bidden legs … Continue reading
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” – Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849), U.S. poet and writer VANISHING POINT there is one dot of convergence – a spot always somewhere ahead, our ultimate goal. we subsist in perpetual perspective; never reaching the vanishing point though we move farther … Continue reading
Haiku & Photos © 2013 Chito L. Aguilar
The glamour of childish days is upon me, My manhood is cast down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past” – D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930), British writer images of years gone by – snap shots in series; a slideshow in this theater called Life. fleeting moments fly like floating butterfly; … Continue reading
Leadership should serve by example… Public servants are meant to serve, not to be served.” – Jesse M. Robredo, DILG Secretary AMIDST UNDERWATER CURRENTS (In Memoriam: Jesse M. Robredo, 1958-2012) He was a good man. A good Secretary he was. We lost him. The crippled plane plunged into the deep wavy sea. Amidst the underwater … Continue reading
Capital punishment: them without the capital get the punishment.” Executed in electric chair, Florida. – John Spenkelink, d. May 25, 1979 DEATH ROW, CELL 36 (A death convict’s last thoughts before the execution) within this choking confine i hear the mocking chime of clock marking time. beyond this four-cornered concrete cracking, locks clanking like blades … Continue reading
Hence, I must move on As I leave my own footprints In the sands of earth… … on the Shore of Time … on the Wall of Life!” -Chito L. Aguilar FOOTPRINTS ON THE WALL (a Haiku string) Footprints on the wall What kind of fool left them there? Pray, do tell me why What … Continue reading
I am not now in fortune’s power: He that is down can fall no lower.” – Samuel Butler (1612 -1680), English satirist BOTTLED MISERY (Booze Abuse, Liquor Rancor) bitter anguish of pilsen ordeal… denatured agony of alcohol distress… distilled torture of bottled misery… pale rage of brewed fury… … ahh, this infuriating hang-over! is it … Continue reading
I. About the Product (Pili) The Pili Nut has the flavor of pumpkin seed when raw, and takes on an entirely different identity when roasted. It is soft yet crisp, with an easy crunch that surprisingly melts in your mouth, making it a favorite snack food among Filipinos. The same delighted acceptance is true even … Continue reading
For me, a line from mother is more efficacious than all the homilies preached in Lent.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 -1882) MAMA (mother of six, widow, retired teacher, grandma, great-grandma) exactly how right can I write about you? the script may just do no justice to you clear words as the pure morning dew … Continue reading
Have we locked ourselves apart?” – Chito L. Aguilar WANTING (A Lover’s Lament: To Add, Subtract or Alter) you give me your word yet, I find you wanting in deed as your BEST becomes BEAST when ‘A’ hitch comes between us. you give me your thoughts yet, I find you wanting in brains for your … Continue reading
In the darkening orangey hue i see you: face generic, hair genetic.” – Chito L. Aguilar SUNSET BLUES remnants of golden sunset – filigreed beams of horizon frameless. in the darkening orangey hue i see you: face generic, hair genetic. your image, in a maze of haze, just a trace in the blaze disappearing. ocher … Continue reading
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!” – fr. Rubaiyat , Omar Khayyam (1050? – 1122), Persian mathematician, astronomer, and author SMOKY SANCTUARY (Nightly Tryst @ Peñaranda … Continue reading
Between computer and printer is inanity. Between thinker and writer is ingenuity.” – Chito L. Aguilar SOME CYBER HAIKUS (Inanity of Machine and Ingenuity of Man) the keyboard obeys my fingers’ depress-commands letters leap from keys words leak from cursor my thoughts appear on white screen as verses in black their vibrant lines dash to … Continue reading
We come to know light by darkness. Illumination though, is both inner and outer. Inner radiance is brighter than outer brilliance. Enlightenment is deepest coming from within.” – Chito L. Aguilar LIGHT [a nonet*] light showers on our lives bathing the sham washing the charade dousing the masquerade in our shadows of pretense till they … Continue reading
ON THE KEYBOARD you are white i am black side by side back to back you are my self-image necessary i am your alter-ego mandatory in perfect contrast, we are one in balanced symmetry, we are one but me, you cannot be my place, you cannot take you, I cannot be your place, I cannot … Continue reading
ON THE DAY WE PARTED (The Winds Billow, on Curtains Yellow) the winds spill and curtains billow we lie still teardrops spill washing our pillow our bed, still shadows fill hearts weep like willow silence still bodies twill like fires that bellow juices spill we wait till the cold winds mellow leave, we will the … Continue reading
Poems are made by fools like me But only God can make a tree.” – Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) The sultry climate in tropical countries is conducive to specific species of trees that thrive well in humidity. The Bicol Region, Philippines (with no pronounced “dry” or “wet” season), is home to plants and trees amorous to … Continue reading
I was engrossed reading a book (trying to catch up on some chapters) on this lazy weekend, when my wife and granddaughter asked me to drive them to the mall. Reluctantly, I obliged myself to do the requested task, thinking I need to buy a pair of sports socks anyway, so off we went. The … Continue reading
I happen to pass by Ibalong Elementary School in Legazpi City (Philippines) yesterday. I noticed the freshly painted school fence and started clicking my camera…
The Stylistics of our youth – when we were teens in blue jeans; a time when intimate soft whispers entwine with discomfited dance rhythms. The deepening summer night is mute witness to the sudden vanishing of the dim red light, ushering the age of discotheque.” © Chito L. Aguilar To My Classmates, DWC 4B Class … Continue reading
