The Literary Bumpkin's Blog

Written By: JEZREEL MADSA Poblacion, TALISAY CITY – Talisay City College just launched last September 6, 2017 the long-awaited Literary Competition as part of the 2017 Grand Intramural events. The BSED English department got the edge to pull off the sure win in most areas of competition, albeit admitted to be badly pressured. Miss Mariel Egot got the first place in the Spoken Poetry Contest, Jessan Obeso outmatched her opponents in The Spelling Bee Competition after winning a crucial battle with the rest of the representatives from other departments. Meanwhile, Jezreel Madsa, the outstanding representative of BSED-English IV managed only to get the second place in Extemporaneous Speaking Competition thereby ensuring the silver medal for his department. The English Major representatives altogether admitted that their opponents were as closely as good as them even if they are not of the same course major as the former . “I was too encumbered with showing off the judg

"The flower blooms but no sooner it will wither"  For over the past years of my sojourning here in this world, I've come to the verge of my farewell, looking behind the struggles and battles that I've won from the arena of yore. I've been fallen several times but was not totally cast down. I've always been given a hand by the Almighty to continue the warfare of my life. I've labored all my life to become the person my Creator designed me to be. In fact, I excelled above my peers in my resoluteness and courage .  I've become the genius in the class, the philosopher who mesmerized the simpletons with my acuity and scholarship.  But with all the fame and reputation I garnered from the deathmatch of my conquest, I still believe that I am merely an ant standing the shoulder of the giants. That without these people who lifted me up from the lowest pit of my smallness, my gaze and perspective would not rise above the surface of the mediocre. I

I bathed in the mortal rain  Of your twilight Basked in your parting beam Rinsed I now this happy visage  away from your  saddest passing. Condolence to the friendship of your sky with all my unfit fowls that fly In the longing feather of their wings, they would surely miss the softest hug of your winds.

i only saw you dear from a distance   yet your poem   finds home   in the   inmost pith   of my remembrance Poetry has been your courier And so do I Like dove they fly   Your love receive I: from this poor   divided screen through this unseen portal   of our wifi. I love you despite.   Love's still born. Still lives. Still breathes and still fights.   For the absence of actual sight Does not dim its existential light.   Hence the Scriptures say Whom having not seen, you love you rejoice inexpressibly   Full of happiness   Abound in glory.   Love bridges the breach And brings us closer by an inch Distance is abolished Anxiety is diminished. Love surpasses everything! And it awaits for the end   When face to face we'll meet   and feel the movement of your lips as it   ventures to utter the wondrous piece of our sonnets.

Yes Cheer Day! ~ Jezkoy  so cruel to us was our yesterday  it lacerated our skin— drove away  our blood . . . echabod-ly . . . from its  Flesh-ly home. our past exiled us both we wandered  along the broken  road of despair sought for shelter manna and water we had had no companions save the vultures waiting to hear the last sigh of our breath; Carcass would have Been feasted!  Bodies would have  Been shredded!  ‘Til our paths have kissed A balm that soothes A rain of grace The Comforter hugs our aches In the rhapsody  Of our discomfort And breathes  Relief  In the elegy of our story. Farewell now to The gloomy chapter Of my book And begun I to flip  The most luminous Chapter in life Where the terror of our past is overridden but forms  a backdrop to intensify the glory  of the present. 

We have many Christian missionaries from Philippines but some aren't thoroughly equipped in theology. Contrastingly, we have among us the highly commended, the brightest, if not the best young reformed theologians, but sadly have little interest for evangelism, let alone for missions. It's a given though that getting oneself enmeshed into such an endeavor seems to be very frightening, downright lonely, pitiful enterprise. (I've experienced this half of my life then back in our prison ministry). It's not something new when we've come across a great deal of instances where there are but a few of the brethren who'd want to support missionaries for their bread and butter. Some of the latter barely have eaten twice a day, some are living in such utter discomforts. No support. No help, especially from the financially well-off Christians who float on the surface of ease and swim on the rivers of affluence. No wonder, the most qualified equipped theol

Ten Thousand Walks ~ Jezkoy weight lies the ground patient limbs feeble knees each pace a millimeter of walk to the whereful journey in the isful faith I'm treading. the noiseful silence in a happy rainy mourning. i rested, protected tucked by the shell you provided. hid my tentacles disopened my gaze for tom, tomorrow, yesterday's obstacles will be'll in place.

YOU MENDED IT ON ~ Jezkoy Madsa this saddest mirror, by covetous deeds fell off the ground  broke to shreds stripped its frame Naked death  it ugly bled alas, these spiteful shards submerged in rotten dung,  in haze of dust, and dined on beds of dirt. . Yet by, by, and by . . . your purest arms embrace the shards that bruised your hands-- once divided estranged and disregarded Now brought nigh pasted and joined,  glued on  by every splash of sorrows. . . your blood mended  this broken mirror.

Thou Livest In My Poetry ~ Jezkoy Even the simplest-iest words couldn't term  nor lay any man  much simpler than you are. you're si-mpl-y just the unsaid tale I long to tell to feel to bask  to shelter  |''''. . .my all . . .''''| from the storms of blasty yore. Oh, dear. . . you're my unsung hymn:  every grain of  your silence hums the sweetest chorus that stumps  the nightingale's voice. Sing the simplest melody into my heart . . . Let me live as you live yourself-- to let me love you . . . by letting you  love Him more than you do to me. . .