MUSIC OF SILENCE

Music of silence, whisper my ear
Whisper me the peace that thou may bring
That from tumult I may find rest
From the noise of pressure I may find peace.

Music of silence, whisper my ear
Whisper me the calmness that thou may bring
For my heart which came from a noisy city
Wants to find solace in thee.

Regina Marie

Regina Marie, our Mother Queen
Hail to you and to your Son, the King
Blessed art thou among all women
Whom by God you are exalted.

Regina Marie, our Mother Queen
Hail to you and to your Son, the King
Immaculate virgin art so pure
Pure as a crystal, stainless and clear.

Regina Marie, our Mother Queen
Hail to you and to your Son the King
You whom God is with thee,
Pray for us, ay humble sinners.

Regina Marie, our Mother Queen
Hail to you and to your Son, the King
You whom Jesus has endeared thee,
Lead us to His Kingdom, of Glory and Salvation.

Prayer of the Sent

Each stanza follows a Tanka style... I found out that a single Tanka is too short to express what I feel that is why I innovate it into another form.

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I suffered a lot
In this call which I respond
Help, Lord, who've sent me.
The battle is very tough
This mission is too heavy.

Protect me, O Lord,
From these enemies of mine.
Strengthen me, O Lord,
To win thine purpose through me.
Guide me with thine love and light.

Lord, if you've called me
I know Thou ne'er forsakest me
Guide me from these foes.
Lead me to what Thou wilt, Lord
To help me save mine brethren.

Tanka to The Great Spirit

O Thou, Great Spirit.
Cryptic, cannot be fathomed
Who really art thou?
Why canst not thou be figured
Can I ever grasp Thine Spirit.

A Blessed Day

Written on the day when we are scheduled to go to Davao to finish the second semester's newsletter of our school...

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The sun shines brightly
Its warm joys greet me
Birds singing with glee
The wind blows gently
A good day may be

My heart is happy
Glad the day's with me
As now ends the pain
Prize is close to gain
May God blesses me.

Mansaylo

Ay mga tao sa kinabuhi nato
Bagan aya da anhi mosaylo
Abot kuman, panaw silom
Ug an higayon na magkita pa utro
Bagan sa langit na mahimo.

Unutterable Thoughts of You

I wanna write my thoughts of you in a piece of poem

But my mind cannot sort the words that tells of you

You bewilder my soul all day and all night

What broughtst thou to me worth baffling for

Thinking of you brings me sheer euphoria

Dreaming of two of us together is like heaven though feign

A muse of you escapes me from this unsure reality

I can't figure out, yet perhaps, something else is in me.

How can I escape your charm?

Every piece of you drives me dearly,

Yet in the end, I know it hurts me

You belong to another, not to me.

O Sancte Spiritus

I have just written this poem this morning, while participating at our school's Holy Spirit Mass...
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O Sancte Spiritus,
Thou Holy Breath, come
Fill the earth with Thine goodness
Wrap our hearts with Thine love.

You, who art the beginning
Bless our souls as our journey commence
You, who art the course
Bless our minds whenever we tread
You, who art the end
Bless our hearts that to thee may we end

O Sancte Spiritus,
Thou Holy Breath, come
Make us dwell in Thine presence
Make us sleep forever with Thee

Life, why be Futile?

This poem entails my pessimist side of viewing life, and the labyrinth it brings into my mind.
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O life
How useless thou art
What means to be with thee
If you'll leave me then

Child schools, boy learns
Man knows, person understands
But no matter how much he knows
In his grave,
His brain rots, knowledge fades

Man works, he labors
Father earns, one succeeds
But no matter how much he gains
In his grave,
He can't bring even a coin.

Life is futile
We earn many, we strive to get
We almost kill ourselves to attain each
Have we asked, however
Will these last forever?

When life ends,
Everything we earn, everything we learn
Shall banish to nothing
Then one day we'll understand
WE HAVE NOTHING.

Anghel nan Ginoo

     I wrote this poem 2 years ago when I was in a parish exposure at La Purisima Parish, Tago, Surigao del Sur. Actually, I have composed several poems in my one-month stay there, just to quench my boredom, so as to savor an idle afternoon, a fresh air, a silent ambiance, and a simply-beautiful view of Tago plaza from its blue convent's balcony. Tago's environment is so promising. The place is so placid and quiet, far from the busy streets of my home, Tandag.

     I found this poem somewhat corny as I was just too young at the age of 17 when I wrote it.

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Anghel nan Ginoo ngadi sa kilid ko
Adlaw ug do-m yadi tapad kanako
Nan gugma nan Diyos gapada- kanako
Ibani ako sa da-n panawon ko.

Ay gipada- nan Diyos dakan maggiya kanako
Dakan Iya kaluyag mahipaabot kanako
Sa tanan takna, landagi ako
Tultuli hain buot ako makadto nan Ginoo.

Ikaw na sinugo ni Balaang Laon
Sa tanang katalagman, protektahi ako
Sa kadugom, landagi ako
Ug ipabati kanako an gugma nan Ginoo.

O anghel nan Ginoo sa kilid ko
Sa tanan gutlo, ibani ako
Sa tanan takna, tabangi ako
Sa Tanan adlaw, hayagi ako.






Photo credits: http://www.catholictradition.org/Children/angel-stories1.htm

O Thou Great Spirit

I sat upon a place

And let my mind wonder somewhere

I looked further beyond there

But still I am perplexed

Who really are You?

O thou Great Spirit

You are too great

That I can't grasp who you are.

Ay Gugma, An Yao'y Imo Uno Ba?

Ay gugma! An yao'y imo uno ba?
Nanga' sah anhi kagamhanan mo da?
Na anay uno kakusog nan tao,
Madaug pa sah gayud nimo.

Uno ba gayud anhin imo da-?
Nanga' sa anhi kamisteryosohi mo da?
Grasya ba'n moalimat sa dagaha?
O tunglo'n mopukan nuon kaniya

Sa yanagpanagamtam nan diwa mo,
Hatod mo pa ay langit sa kayumo
Ampan sakit baya ngadto ngadto
Daw libo ka tunok an yandugso

Ampan tagpangita kaw nan tanan
Kay an diwa mo tagkinahanglan.
Bililhon, di gayud angay mawara
Ay gugma! An yao'y imo uno ba?

O Star in the Heaven

Dedicated to the one whom I idolized most, whom inspired me on my passion about something.




O star in the heaven that I gaze at night
Whom in the darkness of evening sky you shine
Whose splendor astounds this poor man's sight
Whose loft has my dreamtest might

You soar in the highest place in the sky
In which, I dream to reach that height
I raised my hand but you are so high
As I do the stretch, all will turn to sigh

Your grandeur is what do I aspire
To reach thine stature is what do I desire
Your prestige has made my soul inspire
To strive for something I do desire

I bless you, my star, for your heavenly might
I owe you my dream I do aspire
For the one who taught me to dream at night
I bless you my star whom I gaze tonight.