Like Garden*
“Peace is like garden that should be tend, for flowers,
plants and trees to grow with harmonious hues, for mankind to enjoy”, said I
-that I decided to be here, on this piece of paper,
to till a garden that will reflect life of a thousand years. Later, I will slump myself on a sagging, rocking chair, with sweet red apple sitting on my lap as we listen, intently, to the angel’s trumpet welcoming the spring
Ahh, on this piece of paper I can watch, without a gun by my side, (a cup of cappuccino will be fine) this little replica of mine play! His purple-violet like color of skin, the jolly warmth of his flesh and sweet smell is the pride of his mom’s beauty
Look! He’s taunting, tirelessly, the bumble bee-thirstier, than the afternoon warblers, for the sweet nectar of the gods
I like it here better than any other place, ‘cause here I can glimpse at those naked ladies, who love to sit, ere winter comes, on rocky shorelines bidding goodbye to the great yellow orb, with their pinkish petals
Here too, I can sketch (and I will) a portrait of me
and the woman I loved, the flowers’ gatherer, where we’ll lovingly, share our momentous day, watching our willow trees dance in the wind, till the vast sky burst in a majestic orange flame
On this piece of paper I can be me, simply me, that’s why I am inviting you, yes you, who de-versified Mother Earth for a long time, with hatred and racism
Come, o come and join me to explore this beautiful garden and see for yourself how I pronounce my days, without being burdensome. We will cultivate our thoughts near the crystal stream, like blooms, penned in a poem. And then, we’ll ask the birds of the air how to fly that we may be able to spread the good tidings for the world to know that it is enchanting, like a warm wink of northern star, to live in this garden, which I called Peace
* Nosside Menzionati Award winner in the XXIV Premio Internazionale di Poesia Nosside 2008, Reggio Calabra, Italy.
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I Ask You…
I have heard
the wind, saying to you
that war, any kind,
is ugly
and that many lost
their lives
It makes me sad
that you’ve closed
your eyes
so you don’t have
to see those dead roses
on the ground
I ask you…
look inside
of me
and you’ll see
that every inch of my flesh breathes
with the dead
Is it easier,
for you,
to hold
the prickly thorns, than
to watch
how the roses bloom?
Or, does it truly
make you happy
seeing
our neighbors
adorned, with
burned ashes and decapitated bodies?
I ask you…
look inside
of me
and you’ll see
that every inch of my flesh breathes
with the dead
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I Must
I will keep the air, fresh
for birds that greets the morning sky with
their psalms in soft falsetto,
for trees that dance in the wind
after long night in the winter spell
I will keep the rivers, the bays,
the seas and endless oceans, safety
for the fish that twitch at night
when the moon is out, trying
to catch those evening stars
I will keep the vast land, fertile
for sunflowers that reflect a thousand of smile,
for roses that tinge my poem with scented hues
and even, for foolish tares that peek childishly
through my grandmother’s bluebell garden
If I crave for safe water
for my thirst, do I need
to be reminded what to do? Or, should
I wait for the gods to enact laws
for Mother Earth? What do I wait and why?
No, I don’t have to ask the birds
of the air or the animals of the land, neither
wait for the fish of the sea to inform me;
I don’t have to speak to the Earth,
nor to the Elders to teach or remind me
I will safeguard my home, as always
‘cause I must, not that I live
of few days or longer, but here
I will sow my own seeds-
to grow and learn the graceful dance of the wind
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Desirable Desire
To live, without fearing,
is to breathe peace- a thing
without gasping to make;
only gasp, for love’s sake
Oh, who does not know that
fear makes one fatty butt
to count the toll of wars,
instead of the warm stars
Only gasp, for love’s sake;
without gasping to make
is to breathe peace- a thing
to live, without fearing…
Is the sole desire of this hearty piece of write
Copyright © 2009 Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago
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