The Universal Language

(This poem is dedicated to my beloved students Chitose and Yuzuki as well as to the whole family. English is the universal language, they say, it is through this language that people use to communicate from different parts of the world. But more than the English language, it is the language of love, friendship, care and respect that they use to effectively communicate themselves.)

What language is more universal than love?
It is love that paints a wide colorful smile 
on our faces-
It is love that sings the unspoken 
great lines we planted in our hearts-
It is only but love that communicates
our deepest seated happiness each day. 
Chitose and  Yuzuki
Two cute little angels who speak
different language than me - 
Taught me to speak fluently 
the universal language of united-diversified community 
- Love. 

The Unknown Fellow

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Down and down in the dark pit
I found a strange fellow;
It has everything to say
but cannot speak nor mumble sound
It has long large wings
but didn’t have the will to fly
It has pure good heart
but never beat at once.


Down and down in the hot pit
this little fellow dwelt,
Soundlessly singing the tragedy of life;
blindly soaring the heights of mind.
This poor little fellow whose color is neither black or white,
in pain it always ended up.


I Hate You My Love

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There was always that light twinkling in each star at the heart of dead night
There was always that music on the deafening silence in my empty room
There was always that pleasure traveling in every pages of my thick old books.
Then there you came my love
Offered me company and comfort,
But not long as the pain you left;
still running down to the deepest pit of my being,
consuming every flesh of my soul.
My love that I loved whom I entrusted all my love
Bring me the joy to myself I once had.

The Untold Story

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There are two birds flying
Rising and falling
Like two dots in the clear blue sky
Speeding like arrows
to the land and to the sea

How lovely to see
These two birds flying happily
Soaring the heights of the sky
so wild and free

Unaware of the gods’ jealousy
These two birds plummeted toward the sea
So deep and dark where no one could see

Days and nights passed
But the birds are nowhere to be seen
No more dots nor arrows
circling the empty space of the sky
Only low, lonely sounds from distant

Dreamy Memories

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I could barely remember the day we first met;
in a class we were seated two years ago
I could barely remember the time you first met my eyes;
it was so tense,
everything stopped,
turned blurry,
soundless.
I could barely remember the time you first smiled at me
It was so sweet,
Sweeter than the smile you’ve been wearing in my dreams
I could barely remember the time you first spoke at me,
It was music;
music that uplifted my mood
and filled my whole day fantasy
I could barely remember how fate have favored me,
that out of million stars in galaxy
you chose my forbidden fantasy
I could barely remember how time have loved me
To bring us where we are today-
Happily invading each other’s private lives
Living one another’s dreams;
and humbly sharing the pains and joys of life.
I could barely remember the day we first met
In a class I once made in my dream

Una Noche

ALLAN B. SANTILECES

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An banwa napo-puruputan nin mahibog
na diklom
Mantang an mga halankaw
nanok na nagtuturog maski tukaw
sa tahaw kan diklom

Sarong bangging pano nin lawig
asin rarom
Huni nin diwit magaya gayang mation
Sisay man na nag gios tatapi-tapion,
Duduyanon asin kakaturugon

Halagad mamomutàn ko pang sabuton
an huring huding kan namok
Tiuson an lanit na nag kukurit
kaysa magmati sa mahamis na utik kan diwit

Tunay na dipisil matahon
mga ginhawang higot na nanana’mong
Sa tahaw man kan bangungot pukawon
Saindang simbag nag-aaburidong ukragong

Undeniably Beautiful

She does not wear white fabric on her skin
But the blood that runs through her vein
is as red as the blood that supports every being.
Her nose is one pinch behind
But it does breath the same fresh air
when flowers come in full bloom.
Her long dark hair may not tell the story
of the great golden hour
But it does rejoice playing through thin air.
Her eyes may not be as blue as the Caucasian sea;
it does not contain single drop of rainbow
But it is as deep as other well of thoughts.
Her kind of smile may not speak
the same language of superlative beauties
But she is undeniably beautiful
Uniquely crafted by the same artistic hands
that made all things beautiful.

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