movement 1

violin concerto
i heard that too
crisp, exciting
music of spring

budding feelings keep
tulips fuming; sweet
leaves cradling nest
sun looking; quest

ribbons of light reach
blending with skin; rest
rise from the temple core
breath of life and more

tan tan tararan tantan tararan...

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS in response to:
peering through the shutters,
the western bound sun
dazzles at 5:00 pm
as my cell phone
croons Four Seasons tone...passingby

whistling

maiden smelled breath
so pure beyond myth
felt clicker weak
left a miragy wick

lucky dragon's tail
scratching sand to stare
waves will come soon
scoop with your spoon

poor feather tick
blueberry so sweet
spread a leaf of a palm
i take a nap and be calm

silence

synapsies in concert to know
muscles vibrate to a glow
sound created to reach
a whisper; a low pitch

faint clatter of shoes
midst of the night, goes
unnoticed by tired senses
threatened dream; careless

fiber against the skin
detach softly within
pupils shrinking to a pin
as total darkness sets in

silence

synapsies in concert to know
muscles vibrate to a glow
sound created to reach
a whisper; a low pitch

faint clatter of shoes
midst of the night, goes
unnoticed by tired senses
threaten dream; careless

fiber against the skin
detach softly within
pupils shrinking to a pin
as total darkness sets in

muah...a uhm

beautiful nature along my way
sometimes i stop; what could be
full of sparkles; full of marvels
let me forget; think of syllables

but i always love to be alone
as i journey to west; very soon
i'm almost there wih my dream
hard to stop; can't be tame

i love birds they fly at will
nobody would say "don't go there"
the trees trying to kiss the sky
they are so free; why won't i

blowing kisses to the wind

winter cold sneaking into my skin
breeze blowing me off the green
silent whispers; breaking leaves
errand swing creates miniature waves

walking with joy; mindful of geese
i tried to be quiet not even sneeze
when white droplets came overhead
open my mouth teasingly for taste

nature has been so good to me
the sun lights up while i play
something is missing; i have
didn't leave at home; in my heart

ooh! its morning

every word you said
is peaceful on my bed
for everything you did
so many beautifully made
every minute i spend
another one does begin

i keep looking for you
my soul you probably know
maybe; maybe same as i do
when i wake up from this dream
i really really love to scream
trust things thats happening

...yes it's really morning of
tuesday. do i have to...naah
it's not mango season yet md

the music play

white droplets on my window shield
can't be noticed on surrounding field
bitter cold dancing with the wind
ears,fingers and toes shrink in pain

naked branches reach up high
desiring kiss from mighty sky
buds are visible and too early
endangered by a drop in degree

but i'm enjoying the music play
i let my dream ride wherever be
there's always a space beside me
waiting for you; my dear lady

to be free

walking the beach
teasing the waves
erasing my footprints
soon as i lift my feet
pick a stone; let it glide
failed to cross the other side

i hear children playing
so i stop what i'm doing
go closer to where they are
they are having fun so far
they play wih total abandon
they have a world of their own

wash away on summer day

mosaic facing roaring sea
opening so slowly
to welcome the tide
showing whatever they hide
to enjoy a fresh splash
on fast lovely summer dash

tidbits would cling tenderly
satisfy aching belly
probably smile
go to sleep for a while
waiting for the tide
to come for exciting ride

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Seashells by the seashores
Each one to seek its place
In the shelter of the sand
One wish I tucked in once
the grains of my castle song...passingby

sip your tea

honey flowing from fingertips
dripping, catch by pretty lips
with close eyes she keeps
dreaming while she sleeps

with magical touch does bring
wonderful day, a quiet evening
whispers come like flapping wings
gentle hold to the rim of cling

sparkling eyes greet the sunshine
beautiful face close to divine
a long look to shadows of palms
sweet breeze comes to calm

...always put a smile on your
face; be rewarded with love and
a kiss.md

the door

outside my door
flowers bloom
butterflies roam
bees groom
but i stayed
by my window
waiting for snow
the rain came
still the same then
bees, butterflies; gone
sun start to shine
then you came
things change

akalirepak

aay! bilay ya kuanda
napnapnoy ermen tan liga
anggaman antoy ununa
manbalbalesan ira

aanapen komay liket ya manandu
agko ni nagngelan anggan nguronguro
dakel ya esaes isisibuk dad dagem
balet mairap ya talusan ta maragem

kanyan inyurong konid sulinek
alagaren koy betel o nepnep
nobilang et siak so makatuglep
agyoak liingen; kugip koy mararakep

through my mind

never thought so easy to forget
things your life won't fit
mind is so wonderful as it is
it slowly nips lots of stories
like i have a passion for writing
but i'm spending more time golfing
chasing birdies; escaping the trap
adrenalin rush; thats all i got
probably skydiving or flying a plane
whatever it takes to keep me sane

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS responding to:
i have seen so many movies
comedy, romance and all...
i can never forget Lake House,
the one you rented
and narrated to me...passingby
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mirage

up the slope of fuji
is all rocks and ash
abrasive; eat your shoes
no trees but few grass
but if you're so far away
it is so beautiful to see
its like us; full of beauty
til you start digging
i bet, it isn't pretty

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responding to the poem below :
idling my Sunday afternoon,
i longingly look at the nearby mountains.
but then at once, I see the splendour
and shimmering slopes of Mt Fuji,
so vividly - from your trip story...passingby

glimpse of the past

yes i remember my dad
he was the best i had
now i'm almost like him
we could have a good team

i didn't shed tears that much
i remember it happened so fast
i always thought he's coming back
he never did; that's a fact

he always said "it will go away"
so i tried to take things easy
so far i'm really doing ok
so much time to write and play

untan manaya

abangonan koy palbangon, mareereen
anonotan taka; liknak so bimmeleng
inerep koy silew; inyurong kod sulinek
amamayuen koy apalabas; anggad akatuglep

aliingan koy petang na agew ed lupak
aliknak so eras tampulak ya immepas
asabian takan manga-almusal akalespak
agaylay imis mo; singa maamon mansanas

immasinggerak ya singa siwsiw
mananap na puyok; makaka-iliw
balet nen lakapen taka; duma la
narep lay panangaro; untan manaya

budding beauty

( in response to a poem below )

shoots will spring
push dirt that cling
to dance with the wind
sparkling jaded green

dew eases the thirst
goes with receding skirt
to greet the morning light
a breath of full delight

happy faces could see
the marvel of beauty
enjoy it as it grows
a bud for tommorow

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springtime tulips
i long for their quiet resurrection
from frozen ground -
like verses flowing, more
when mending hearts love again ...passingby

my pleasure

between my ball and my pen
that must be you waiting
could tell stories about green
write whatever is on my brain

lately i've been reading books
to ease my slices and hooks
i come up with a good plan -
to practice whenever i can

if i focus my life like my game
i could be somebody on the plane
but naah! i believe i have to play
adrenaline rush keeps me happy all day

i made it

i swing easy and let it go
a crisp sound like river flow
a silent thud comes to mind
landed on the green just fine

i feel joy deep inside of me
i whisper "oh my God this could be"
i heard praises, tip my hat to everyone
with a smile, i think it could be done

i walk slow calming myself down
i mark my ball and look around
i put it down, look once more
putt, gently rolling into the hole

... thanks God
my first birdie of the year.
you'll learn how to appreciate
what you doing
if it gives smile on your face

light is on

light is on


apple coming down to rest
i open my lovely closet
surprise what is in it
little things i forget

i put some coins in my pocket
scatter paper bits and pieces
and mumbling my dearest wishes
love and peace; bit of happiness

quietly i open my little door
to show what is on the floor
i pick 'em up; put in my closet
open and let the night watch it

wake up to see the difference
so quiet; i guess nothing change
but i survive the year through
what's ahead of me, i don't know

...i'll improve my short game;
buy a new puter;i won't cut
trees;i'll use my hybrid.
ooops be very passionate