The Literary Bumpkin's Blog

mourning clouds rain sunk deepest 'tis a valentine storm

Keep my heart poor As beggar that bends his knees and pleas for grace before Thy glorious door For if only in our distress We could prize Thee better then to hug the ashes of our ruins but love Thee more--- than to feast upon our wealth and forget Thee, Lord.

Sa pag-idlip ng araw Mula sa bigat ng dinaraan Pagkawala ko’y Balikat ko sa bawat minutong paghakbang Pinalampas ng taon mapanglaw na himig ng aking mga nota Pagkataon ko’y sampal sa pagtalaga ng aking tunay na musika Hanggang sa pagkaway at pamaalam ng Septyembre Batid ko ang liwayway ng sampong araw ng Octobre: Dama ko ang labis na pagsinta Galak at saya . . . Sa wakas di na ako mag-iisa! :’( Dinalaw ng pag-ibig mo kanlungan ng lungkot sa damdamin ko. Buhay . . . sa pintuan ay nagbukas tila nakalimutan ko ang pagdalaw ng undas Dumating ang Disyembre malungkot na karaawan; di mo ko binate sa harap ng karamihan Muling binalikan Pangamba ng nakaraan. Ako’y sobrang nasaktan. . . Gayunma’y mahal pa rin kita kahit sa paglimot mo sa Enero Sinulatan ng tula sa labis na pagkabalisa: “Di mo namalayang sa paggising mo’y  palubog na ako  kaya ‘tong hiram na liwanag ko’y babalik ko na sayo nang magkagayo’y  pagkabukas o ngayon ‘tong...

you were just a hue  of his solemn revery  a woman clothed  in the abstracts  too good to be true  ideal in every way  you were just  this little boy's wish,  his dreamt Utopia  the edge of his hope  the faith of his heart,  the opposite  of his doubt  you were not less  than everything for him  For you were his unreached ambition,  his worthy fascination;  his unplumbed deep  his somnolent orbs. .  a prisoner long  had he been  of love's a prison bars  his introvert's passion  the soul's crib of consolation...  Miss, you were the only person who made him  savor the tune of silence;  never despise thyself.  Btw, He never misses your absence

you're so far away. . . you're so costly for a poor lad to buy a glimpse of your shadow. If he could sell himself a slave a penny or two to barter his years with a blink of your daylight no doubt would he have long ere paid half of his breath to extend a second til beckoned by the summon of death. this disheveled, ambitious boy just want to gape at your countenance and it'd suffice him for all time even if your summer visits no more his winter gaze you would forever linger in the quiet times of his thoughts; you'll be deeply missed. :( 

If I get to ask her for whom her love is meant is it for me or for her grown-up kitten? her brisk retort i knew what it would be... "Well, it cats both ways."

Distance fails to embosom our love's breeze in its most concrete arms Time let alone no more can kiss the limpid cheek of love's endless bounds. It's there. No signal can hinder it.

Who Is She For Us? by Jezreel Madsa My ate Jess Is our loving mom She ares for us the way a mother feeds her young She is our responsible dad she toils abroad to secure us money and food She is our younger sister in us -- she has faith so proud even with our simplest feats She is also our elder bro who fights and protects us from our every day foe She is our grandparent who ere death wishes to get the best for her family the heritage of her heart-emanating sweat. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Di mo namalayang  sa paggising mo'y  palubog na ako; kaya 'tong hiram na liwanag ko'y babalik ko na sa'yo nang magkagayo'y pagkabukas o ngayon 'tong pang-apat na buwan kailanma'y 'di na muling aahon.

Can I flat my palm to plain your brow the way the waves  smoothen the sand before the shore? I want my thumbs to dangle and hang that slender bangs  fasten onto the twin hedges of your ears  Dear. . . pls allow this reverent hand to pass over your forehead; it heralds the advent of your yearning wait for my rarest kisses.