Poems in my old treasure trove
By Willie Jose
Once in a while I dabble in writing poems to
express my feelings, my life and my love. The heart’s urging to indulge in this
kind of work comes sometimes out of the blue; and when it happens, everything
stops and I have to pen it right away or else my spur-of-the moment inspiration
might suddenly disappear. My dear readers please allow me to enjoy this little
pleasure in re-reading once more these two opuses of mine that I have found in
my old treasure trove; and I hope you’ll understand because this week my wife
and I are celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary.
Wagas Na Pag-ibig
Ang aking buhay na puno ng ligalig
Sigla at liwanag ang laging niyang hatid
Labis kitang mahal. ang laging kong bangit
Sa gitna ng pighati, lungkot’t problema
Siya aking gabay at tanging pag-asa
Sumpa ko’y --habang buhay kitang kasama
Wagas na pag-ibig sa iyo’y ibinigay
Na di masusukat ng anumang bagay
Tanging yaman ko, ang pag-ibig kong tunay
Pobre man ako sa materyal na bagay
Walang karampot, mailaan man lamang
Kun’di ang pag-ibig ko na habang buhay
Sa gitna ng pangamba’t hirap ng buhay
Ako’y laging handa na ikaw’y alalayan
Ang tanging sambit ko: tayo’y magmahalan
Ilang man unos’t bagyo sapitin natin
Wagas na pag-ibig ang sandalan natin
At sa habang buhay, ikaw’t ikaw pa rin
Maging sa pagtulog, ikaw’y panaginip
Kapag kapiling ka’y, ang saya ng isip
Mithing lagi-- Oh Lilia na aking
langit
Write Your Own Poem
Once more I’m writing my poem
A poem that’s worth something or nothing at all
Would it get published; does it have a rhythm or
tone?
Who cares? After all, it’s just for me and mine
alone.
My poem carries the thoughts that come
from my restless consciousness
Thoughts are formless and begging to be molded
or else they
take flight and are gone no more.
What a joy seeing these thoughts becoming visible
Quickly coming to mind some fleeting moments and
memories that can easily be lost by the speed of
our time
Time is gold, so write your own poem without a
rhyme at all.
I’m penning this little poem early in the morning
right on the bus where most people seem visibly not
moving
They look harassed, stressed out— what a sad kind
of living
Then, silently I pause and wish them more of life’s
blessings
Write your poem as you reflect and mediate
Ask questions, either big or small: who am I?
What’s the meaning of life? Whereto should I
go when I die? Can I draw close to my Creator?
Why is life’s success not giving us peace?
As happiness eludes us, worries instead are at our
doorsteps?
Finding one’s life’s contentment is everybody’s
guess.
But one need not gaze any further for the answers
are here.
Draw close to Jehovah God, our Creator while there
is still time
Like a thief in the night, His Day will come
surprising everyone
Let’s read His Holy Writings and change our ways
now
It’s now or never, for tomorrow might be late for some.
