Sunday, August 29, 2010

Halloween parties

With the first half of the year finish, and we are now on the second half, talks of the upcoming holidays and celebrations are in the air - fiesta, Christmas and of course, the Halloween. Although not really a popular celebration here in the country, there are some subdivisions that do observe this festivity. Kids coming out in costumes and knocking at every door looking for sweet treats. Some houses are even throwing away parties where friends come in different costumes. A lot of people like to dress up and live out their fantasies.

Vampires, zombies, animals and even superheroes costumes, complete with gadgets and accessories to make them standout in the crowd, because I believe most of the time, there is a best costume award in these parties. To make their play up character even more convincing, some even wear Halloween Contacts for full effect on their facial features. These contact lenses make them a scarier vampire or a more convincing Catwoman - fiesty, red or shining, if needed be.

I haven't been into any of these Halloween costume party, I just see them on TV, newspaper and magazines and on the Internet, but they sure look like fun. Would love to attend to one these parties one these days. I just hope there aren't any real vampires pretending to be just one party-goer.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Too big for my dreams

I am too big for my dreams
And it ain’t just wishful thinking
Too big for my dreams
Soon you’ll hear my name being screamed

When you thought that I was down
And expected me to be out
Guess again, but I ain’t
I'm not going to give up just like that

Watch me as I spread my wings
See me soar and conquer the winds
Slowly now, I’m reaching for my dreams
Without fear of horizons unforeseen

You thought you’ve seen the end?
Guess what? You ain’t seen nothing yet
Hear me shout… hear me scream
Cause I am just too big for my dreams


August 13, 2010
6:12 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge submitted by Ricardo Legaspi – “Colossal

Missed connection

I could have been made by now
If only I knew how to play the game
I could have been on top
If only I remembered names
The people that mattered
Who could have made a difference
And get me to succeed faster
If I weren’t just too naive

August 13, 2010
11:30 pm
Angeles  City

*reply to the poetry challenge submitted by Manuel Villoria – “missed connection

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Library Stairs

Twenty five years seem just yesterday
When we were still then in our teens
Always looking forward to be together
On that library stairs

Beautiful memories were painted
Where our friendship grew and bonded
Noisy bunch we were, we even get reprimanded
On that library stairs

Heart pains, as well as joys
Secrets shared and kept sacred
Laughter, tears, cries and sighs
All on that library stairs

Miles apart now, yet nothing's change
The same friendship we had then
Is still the same friendship we have now
A friendship built on that library stairs

August 12, 2010
9:26 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge "Library Stairs" by Erin Acquiat Hugdunn

I am not orange

I am not orange
I am blue
Ever since the day
I start living without you

I am not orange
I am gray
Dull and lousy
Since you went away

I am not orange
For my world is black
Dark and lonely
Without even a tiny spark

What good are colors?
They don't even matter
Everything's just the same
Like my life so lame

I don't see rainbows
I don't see no hues
Everything is lonely
Now that I'm without you

August 12, 2010
10:44 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge by Arnel Guiterrez - "orange"

Monday, August 9, 2010

Do you know where your children are?

You thought they are safe
After all, it’s only the web
But if you really care
Listen please and listen well

It is not just the web
Where information can be found
It is also a scary place
Where vultures and predators abound

You can’t be too careful
You can’t really be safe
So please talk to your children
And tell them to beware

It is not being nosy
To see where they’ve been
Who were they talking to
And what were they saying

Because just like anything else
Communication is the key
Tell your children to be wary
For their own safety

Do you know where your children are?

August 9, 2010
11:26 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the “Challenge me to poetry” submission by Sonnie Santos with the subject “web safety

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Don’t grow up so fast, my son

It all seems to be only just yesterday
When you were but a tiny tot
And now, just look at you!
You’ve grown into a fine young lad

I still remember those nine months
When you were still inside my womb
We would feel what the other would feel
Cause we were just but one

Who would have thought in a blink of an eye?
Ten years could pass us just like that
As unsound as it may seem to be
Why do I feel you’ll be out of my arms soon?

Don’t grow up so fast my son, please don’t
How I wish I have the power to stop time
So I can always have you all for mine
And forever hold you in my arms

But my love will not stop you explore
To go and seek what life has in store
Let you spread your wings and fly to your dreams
While I will be the wind beneath your wings

But what am I saying?! That is still too far!
You just turned ten, and still in my arms
I’ll savor this moment, and hug you some more
Kiss you and say, “Happy birthday to the son I adore!”

August 7, 2010
6:05 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge submission by batchmate Girlie about a mother’s love. Her son is celebrating her 10th birthday this month.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Queen of the night

As she walked in, the music seemed to stop
All eyes were upon her, as she gracefully stride
Men were all too bewildered, as if in trance
For they’ve never been in the presence of such sophistication
While the women were either jealous or threatened
Like animals whose territory is being encroached

While everybody stared, nobody dared
To make a move or even said a word
Not a single man dared walk to be near her beauty
Nor any woman was tough enough to confront her intrusion
Their silence was all in unison
And so are their stares

But alas! There emerged a soul from the crowd
To the surprise of all, it was Johnny, the bullies’ favorite lad
Confidently he walked in his rhythmic pace
‘Til he got near the beauty that mesmerized everybody
He bent forward, as if kissing her, but only to whisper
So the surprised crowd didn’t hear what he has to say…

“Mom, why are you here in my prom?”

August 6, 2010
12:25 am
Angeles City

*a reply to the poetry challenge for the word "cougar" submitted by Jan Geronimo