YOU

In everyday that I'm not with you,

I felt so lonely and felt so blue;

For what I want is to be with you,

My girl from whom I felt love so true.

You made me smile when I'm sad.

You made me glad when I'm mad.

You made things good when the look bad.

You're always there right by my side.

I know I'm not the best guy of all;

But still you've loved me and gave me more.

For that I thank you my dearest Joyce,

You made me so fortunate because...

You made me smile when I'm sad.

You made me glad when I'm mad.

You made things good when they look bad.

You're always there right by my side.

As long as I have you, I'm alright.

I do promise to love you and be your knight.

'Coz your my princess who gave me light;

For the things you've done into my life.

-Noel C. Banga

thank you  :">

My First Anniversary Gift

just want to share some of the poems i wrote and i received :)

Nang tayo'y unang magkita,
Ang mahali ka'y di ko inakala.

Inaamin sa'yo ako'y humanga,
Hanggang dun lang, wala ng iba.

Ang makipagkaibiga'y iyong giit,
At ikaw nga ay nalapit.

Ang puso ko'y iyong nakalabit,
Tibok nito'y nabilis sa tuwing ika'y nalapit.

Akala ko mawawala din ito pag lumaon,

Ngunit sa pagtagal, lalong bumaon.

Kakulangan ay iyong napunan,
Pag ngiti sa mundo'y natutunan.

Lumipas ang mga buwan,

Damdami'y pinagtapat.

Inaaming ako'y nasiyahan,
Ngunit, natakot na ito'y di tapat.

Isang gabi,
Tayo'y nagkaroon ng ugnayan.
Inaasam na ito'y di masasawi,
Pag ito'y nangyari, di ko kakayanin.

Mga pagsubok ay dumating,
Hindi tayo dumaing.

Hanggang ang isang araw ay dumating,

Hindi natin alam ang gagawin.

Napagpasyahang maghiwalay, 

Upang ang problema'y di na lumaki pa.
Sa tingin ko, tayo'y nagmamahalang tunay,
Dahil anuman ang nangyari, tayo'y narito pa.

Sana'y hindi magbago,
Pagmamahal na inalay mo.

Pagkamaunawaing taglay mo,
Sana'y hindi mawala sa'yo.

Salamat, patawad, tanging masasambit.
Ang ating anibersaryo'y nais maulit mull.
Alam kong tama na ika'y aking pinili,
Sana'y tayo hanggang sa huli.

My College

Almost two years ago, my friends and I are talking about the field that we will take in college.

It's already my turn to tell what's my choice but I'm speechless. 

I don't know what to say because I haven't chosen yet. 

I don't have my 'favorite subject' or the subject where I excel most; I don't have my basis.
I don't know what course would fit me. 

I'm scared to choose because I'm afraid that I can't do it, that I might fail.
I'm scared because my family expects a lot from me, I don't want to disappoint them, 

I want to fulfill their dreams.

But, the time came and I have to choose.

I had chosen my course,
my course which I don't have any background,
a course I know that is difficult and I know that will make my head ache.

Yet, i chose.
Why?
"That's why we're going to school, to learn."

Few months later, I'm already in college.

"This is it, no more turning backs!"  

A couple of months came and I found myself having a hard time.
I asked myself, 

"Am I in the right field?"
But whatever the answer would be, I have no choice.
"No turning backs."

I did my best, but I guess my best wasn't good enough...

I tried more, 

yet, it seems that nothing happens,
nothing changes.

In God's grace,
I survived the first five semesters.
But the question is, 

"Will I take it to the next level?"
A question usually asked in reality or contest or pageant shows,
but also applicable in the course I chose,
the question I always have in my mind every semester ends.

I know that I'm doing what I can.

Though, I know that others, who are good in the subject matter; 

think that what I'm doing  might seem nothing for them. 

I believe that God knows best, 

If it's really for me, it's for me.
if it's not, hmm... 

better luck next time?

In my next course.

I don't have regrets in choosing this,
because in this course,

 I met new friends, the real one.
And I'm thankful for that.

:)

P.S.
This is my first time expressing what I feel.
Kindly understand those wrong grammars,
I'll try to improve them. :)

Comments are highly appreciated.
Thank You!

The Song of Shadows

1. The Task

Dim in dusk, dark fields and forests lay

Open, exposed to lengthening light.

Golden beams glinted on heads and helms

Silently slipping from forest fastness

Into open twilight

-- reaching the road --

-- on the verge of night. --

They were awaited: one in sable silk

Bowed gravely in greeting, held out his hand,

Wishing welcome to His Lordship's lands.

The riders reined in, their heavy helms

Revealing elvish eyes:

-- Avari, unyielding --

-- Wary, yet wise. --

Hunched on the heights, a castle crowned the crag:

In fading light it loomed stark and strong.

The cobblestones clattered; flaming torches flared

Shielding corners in shadows that dipped and danced.

They entered the hall:

-- bright gold, crystal --

-- a trophy-lined wall. --

The master of his men sat in state

Tall as a tower, gaunt, with gleaming hair.

Briefly they bowed, then stood silent, still

Like statues of stone in a tyrant's tomb.

The tall lord smiled

-- as a hunter might --

-- to something free and wild. --

'Welcome,' he said, 'And where is the smith,'

'Whose unbreakable armor is famed near and far?'

One stirred and stepped forward; softly spoke:

'The smith stands before you, for Cordil has come,'

'And would learn from your lips what price you would pay.'

And his face was cold

-- his voice polite --

-- and utterly controlled. --

'Have you skill sufficient,' said that master of men,

'Armor to make unbreakable by man?'

'No price may be paid for the perfect piece,'

'But gifts I may give, exchange priceless for perfect.'

Thus the grim lord

-- offered for armor --

-- a choice from his hoard. --

'If the metal is mithril,' the Avar answered,

'My skill could shape it strong and sure.'

'But armor unbreakable? Only Powers could prove it,

'Or battering of battle, though the smith should strive'

'Armor to make unbreakable by man.'

'But what, great lord,'

-- might you have to offer --

-- from the depths of your hoard? --

Copyright © 1995 Paul Deane

A Fantasy

Her voice is like clear water

That drips upon a stone 
In forests far and silent 
Where Quiet plays alone.

Her thoughts are like the lotus 
Abloom by sacred streams 
Beneath the temple arches 
Where Quiet sits and dreams.

Her kisses are the roses 
That glow while dusk is deep 
In Persian garden closes 
Where Quiet falls asleep.

-- Sara Teasdale --

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann c.1920

A Shroud of Aspodel and Nepenthe

Beneath a sky of dull stars
the villages of the plain
are deserted now
and fallen to a ruin
There in a dew silvered dawn
dark figures sadly shuffled
in deathlike silence
toward a cold rising sun
As days succeeded each other
down the last days

And beyond village walls
tired workers crumbling by
on the high roads home
and the herders
wheel old milk carts
as sad years glide by
The vigerous years now gone
with minds constantly harassed
by travails of life
and the perilous rewards
of cold stone soil

Where the old ones said
enough of this foolishness
Do not let your hearts turn
toward the dark Priestess 
and cleave to temptation's whim
in a temple's gloom
There to imbide libations
and aromatic enticing infusions
of Aspodel flowers
drawn from dark gates
beyond the world

Beyond a darkened door
a fugure huddles
before a scrying dish
She devotes herself
to dreams of future times
Thoughts frozen and burnt
through windows to the soul 
Where reality and dream collide
with a thin pretence to truth
Hidden in the dews of Nepenthe
and the magics of the mind
her spirit writhes forlorn
In a cold rank place
where odours are deadly
and the fires of life 
burn slowly down
She breathes the fumes of magic
eyes turned to other worlds
she cries truths for believers

And will this caste guide us
or stain and beguile us
with their cold fears and logics
Will they lead us astray
with their dark eyes 
gleaming with mischief
and the glow of power
And from the sand 
Temples rise
mirrors for the Lion's sky
imprecations to a risen God
And the Priestess serves
seeking a cold love
from a forsaken God 

by Thomas Pender