Started a collection category for when memory will no longer optimally serve me. Of course, that’s assuming Wordpress would still be around. This one, sang by Sharon Magdayao (Vina Morales) at 9 years of age. The song itself was written by a priest. Good job both.
Kaming mga kabataan karon
Ayaw’g pasagdi’ng mawala
Kay ang mga kahilay’ang tanan
Ani’a na ni’ng kalibutan Continue reading “Paglaum”
Whew, that took awhile. Here is my attempt at haikus. Amateurish at best, but I don’t care. My second submission to The Daily Post daily prompt challenge. Hope you enjoy! What’s up with me responding to prompts all of a sudden? I need to soul-search. Continue reading “Of Lovelorns & Haikus”
I don’t know whether this qualiﬁes as a limerick; I’m not a poet, nor a writer, for that matter. But here goes nothing. Heck, who’s judging? Umm, it’s not necessarily Usain, but ain’t it rather difficult to picture somebody else? Continue reading “Prompt – Jolt”
April 7: Thoughts.
April 7: Thoughts
09:30 Yep, Cover 3 would beat that Tight End route; good job, EA.
09:48 I didn’t think I’d feel this cold here in this freezer. I thought I was impervious to it. Must be getting old. Alright, where is that kale? I must have missed it on the first go. Cold, cold … Continue reading “”
Excerpt from Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning #2.
I did not know whether my wife was alive, and I had no means of finding out (during all my prison life there was no outgoing or incoming mail); but at that moment it ceased to matter. There was no need for me to know; nothing could touch the ﬆrength of my love, my thoughts, and the image of my beloved. Continue reading “”
Excerpt from Frankl’s Man’s Search For Meaning.
A thought transfixed me: for the firﬆ time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth — that love is the ultimate and the higheﬆ goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greateﬆ secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: Continue reading “”
Over the mountains of sleep, my Love,
Over the hills of dream,
Beyond the walls of care and fate,
Where the loves and memories teem;
We come to a world of fancy free,
Where hearts forget to weep; —
Over the mountains of dream, my Love,
Over the hills of sleep. Continue reading “Beyond the Hills of Dream”