ALL POEMS OF SUSAN T.APAREJO

Poetry Series
Susan T. Aparejo
- poems -
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Susan T. Aparejo (Dec.09,1964)
SUSAN T. APAREJO (1964-)
SUSAN T. APAREJO, a second daughter of a fisher in Brgy Lunao, Gingoog
City, Mindanao Philippines. She spent her childhood years in the said place
and enjoyed the beauty of the seashore and the sunrise moving to its dusk.
Aparejo was born on December 09,1964 at one of the hinterland
barangays in the city, San Miguel. Before she turned two years old, her
parents moved to Brgy. Lunao, her home place until she consciousness
awaken her to see and witness the harshness of life. At six, she studied in
grade one at Baybay Lunao Elem. School. Since she found the ground was
not for her, she asked her parents to transfer her to Lunao Central School
and to Agay-ayan Elem. The later was her Alma Mater where she graduated
as Class Salutatorian.
She continued schooling in secondary as working student. However, due
to her health, she was able to leave her boss and stayed back to her family
where she witnessed the wickedness of her father to her mother, brother and
sisters. She wanted to stop schooling, but every time she saw her mother
got bruises, swollen face and blood she became determine to finish her
study. She graduated high school as First Honors in Second shift at former
Saint Michael Institute of Agusan, Nasipit Agusan del Norte.That time she
was a working student again but to the assistant manager of Nasipit Lumber
Company.
She continued studying in College where she graduated Bachelor of Arts
Major in English and Minor in History on March 1990. The following year she
earned another diploma of Bachelor of Science in Secondary Education (BSE)
with same specialization. She landed a teaching job on her Alma Mater for
four years.
Her married life turned to a rocky shore and ended up in court order of
annulment where she retained her single status again. She is presently a
teacher in public school Gingoog City Comprehensive National High School,
Gingoog City. While teaching, she continued studying and earned diploma in
Special Education, Completed her Academic Requirement (CAR) in
Master of Arts in Educational Administration at Bukidnon State University
(External Studies) , full pledge Master of Arts in Teaching Special Education
(MAT- SPED) , and recently completed academic requirements in Doctor of
Philosophy in Educational Policies and Management (Ph.D. EPM) at
Mindanao University of Science and Tecnology (MUST) CAgayan de
Oro City.
She loves writing poems, essays, short stories for her personal pleasure at
her leisure time.
She is teaching special education to high school students, creative writing
teacher in essay fiction, playwriting and poem writing. She is also a part
time teacher in college at Bukidnon State University Gingoog City External
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Center, Gingoog City.
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A Laurel for Ludita
Authority empowers me,
of my pen, and imagery,
a wreath of Laurel for a distinction,
never the eye of Goddess seen,
never the paper has ever written,
Just a simple lyrics of this poem,
To unearth the beauty in you within,
So then I have to begin;
Meet you sometime like a winnow,
Chosen grains from the furrow,
A friend’s list in a few of row,
She recommended and saw you true.
There began the friendship of you,
A soft heart like a pillow
of my sweet dawn for the morrow,
Your principle is an iron
Yet bend to the tears of some,
You and I are women of times,
Easily deceived by friends on line,
Yet we work for them with no wine,
Save the truest friends we have so fine.
My Salute to you my friend,
The imaginary trails of path is clear,
You’re living a legacy of lane to ponder,
Kindness for you is not always been visionary,
It should be a necessity,
In times for the needy.
Have seen your exemplary and invisible acts,
Both for mentors and learners back.
Others find hard to keep tract,
Never find time to subtract,
Yet one wish to destruct,
The fame we build in your rock.
I now empowers myself in motion,
To set my pen laurels for distinction,
To the Math Wizard of no Goddess mention,
Yet goodness crown is hoisted for you,
And true friendship is yours too,
Such AWARDS are forever be yours,
For a woman of unequal signs,
In our heart of solemn silent times,
Your name “ LUDITA” will always rhymes.
Susan T. Aparejo
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A Challenge
Everyday is a challenge,
If you could spare a prayer,
In a minute of silence,
If you can give your wisdom,
To the empty pail in queue,
Every minute is a challenge,
If you could sit around
and watch the flower bloom,
A child grows to the fullest of its dream,
Lead the life of his world.
Every minute is a challenge,
If you could sit beside the slow learners,
Talk to him and find the best in him,
Encourage him his part in this world,
To live life in his fullest.
Every hour is a challenge,
To radiate joy into your own,
To enjoy the simplest thing,
That happiness brings,
Until a challenges for us will ring.
Susan T. Aparejo
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A KISS OF DARKNESS
If you think you know,
You never feel the coldness of the snow,
If you think you sparks your glitters,
You never even shed a mountain of tears.
Beyond the friendship I offer,
I was carried out of the subtle of your laughter,
With assurance of your a geniune scepter
The poisonous fangs of being a blackmailer!
Wow! , beyond that angel clothing.,
A demure movement of everything,
There a black magic of her sting,
Killing me entirely throughout spring.
Friends around are St. Micheal,
Protecting me from your kissing kill,
Jealousy is the root of all evil,
Yet I am alive living in great sails!
How pity the words of power,
Made from the magic of bribery,
The more you strive the more your down there,
The momentum of your TREACHERY
Susan T. Aparejo
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A Lesson Plan
The said the Bible for a teacher,
I started my way to discover,
I labor days and nights,
Weeks to months, and found no lights,
Months to Year and that's not enough,
Year to years and then I found the naught,
Being exhausted I try not to quit,
Till one day I never expect,
I was able to get a far glance at it.
There, I found my pace getting nearer,
When I glance a little further,
I take the test and find my own items,
There at last, I become one,
The one who has the power,
To make any other than,
A lesson Plan for my own life.
Susan T. Aparejo
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A New Day
When teardrops fall,
Rain follows in the furrows,
Watering the dried lands
Of the unreddened face,
Moist the mourned smiles
of the unshinny lips
To shower sunlight
of the evening rays.
When everything glistens,
Colorful rainbows,
Shade the sky of its glory,
There, the linings visible,
that only God's blessings,
could explain the beauty
Of every parted lips
To signal the smiles
of the new day comes.
Susan T. Aparejo
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A New Day For Me
Lights illuminates the furrows in my head,
Lights of hope and dream comes true,
Many years of a desire and aspiration,
Many times being buried- the desire of fire,
One day, its another refusal publication.
Been searching the real hope in me,
Been searching far and wide
Been carrying the heavy dreams of no hope,
Trying to succombs to the wind of change,
And I found the answer of my dream.
Here in poem hunter, I thank sincerely,
Candidly, you make me the person,
I want to be- a POET!
Susan T. Aparejo
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A Notable Teacher Experience
A new day to face many eyes,
Such inquisitive look never lies,
The brain increases in sight,
Cracking almost to its size,
To address these minds,
To let them believe their not blinds,
To the wits I transfer in their kinds.
I lost my goal and find no more,
To reason is not a solution,
I found no trace to turn my track,
They carry me from the start,
Out form the destiny I plot,
I struggle myself to stood still,
Clang my feet to where I stood.
A force to full me down seemed increased.
The glaring sight of co- teachers move,
Commanding them to pull me hard,
Shocked shaken me to the truth,
A snakes emerged even in the town,
Where concrete pathways ever exist.
The more I wounded the more I was braver,
The scenario turned into a showdown,
A learner flashed a glaring knife,
My womb was the target of sharpness,
I closed my eyes to subdue to God,
Pray a little and asked salvation,
to Him I submit everything.
As the flying sharpness come near,
I saw the darkness overtook me,
I shouted unintimidating voice,
To melt the fire of burning desire,
Those co teachers dropped their lids,
As the knife dropped,
So did their joy of seeing me free,
A lesson I ponder before
And I ponder more and more,
to water me into the field of
A good teacher to live forever.
Susan T. Aparejo
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A Teacher
Father, mother, sister rolled into one,
nanny, lover, helper and adviser,
caretaker, watchmaker, great planner,
an innovator, inventor, trainer,
to describe my teacher.
Life is no private,
they consumed them for public,
all eyes in focus,
for an err of no cost.
So much fund never fun,
more work never won,
plenty of debt never a death,
many hearts, often hurts.
Good follower but no power,
better will, never wail,
clean thoughts often taught,
best choice is there in naught.
a mover to be moved,
a model to unmold,
a conversationalist for the least,
a personality for all us-best!
Susan T. Aparejo
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ACHIEVERS TEAM NEAP TRAINING 2009
\ACHIEVERS, JOURNEY TO LEADERSHIP
The query of how to change
Shifted our world with challenge,
Myriads of approaches laid in evidence,
Espert innovations come in no silence,
Yet not amny suiot the will of our Providence,
Until a TRASFORMED SELF comeinto existnce.
Looking into self as pillars of leadership,
Changing practices, attitude of partnership,
Trandferring perspective, looks for administratorship,
Emersing and deepening the divides owneship,
As spiritual, holisticfocus for self relationship.
Hail to us the innovators of our time!
Eqipped wiht NEAP training and wisdom to shine,
Together we'll be the next principal in line,
To emerse ourselves to leadership's wine.
The secret reveals the process of innovation,
Achievers' smiles are the attractions,
Fields of communication mirror our vision,
Appropraite practices drive our mission,
They're the miraculous keys of dream realization.
Be the expert of SPATRES and VIMOGRAPI,
To welcome stakeholders in cups of coffee,
And present them the views of ' I see! ',
In order for them to reply you wiht ' I agree! ',
Until a gesture of nod to commit ' Okey! '.
Partnership should never end that way,
School invitations for them in carpet of relay
VIP treatment with plague of appreciation,
Magic words ' thank you' extend partneship's inauguration
Written during seminar of BCSBM Aug.16,2009.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Almighty God
To search your beginning said they,
would be a mortal sin to me,
but could my brain stop pondering?
as everyone has its beginning?
the questions remains a mystery,
and would be passed as legacy.
Called by someone as ingratitude,
in this boldness of my attitude,
how could the humanity blame me?
when they too wish the truth to be,
I realized I've done the hardest quest,
for the mystery is kept in secret crypt.
How the creation of Him intrigue me,
no traces of pattern in my eyes could see,
the wonder disturbs my mind,
such feeling was too felt by most blind,
but such wonder gives me at last a peace,
and heart celebrates a great feast.
Down I was several times,
carrying so much yoke,
friends so close get lost,
love ones turn in another coast,
suddenly a voice echoes on board,
the miraculous presence of the LORD! .
Susan T. Aparejo
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Artificial Intelligence
Though artificial but geniune,
Though not a human but has brain,
Though no emotions but teach how to emote,
Though not eating but teach how to cook,
Though not writing but teach how to write,
Though not studying yet it gives tips in studying,
Though no diploma but a master in all degrees,
The master of all, but sometimes meet trouble,
Like humans, it feels tiresome,
Just unplugged and open once more,
your artificial gadget,
Never complain even being called as
'Computer'
Susan T. Aparejo
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Automation Machine
Gone are those days,
A very slow process,
Election fraud spread,
Like wild fire in the forest,
Selling dignities for money,
A thorough virus in our country.
Automation Machine presented,
As solution to the prevalent virus,
Now, the bidders withdraw,
The fight for autocracy smells,
The lesson in clear and sound,
Politics has tentacles,
To grip the honesty
By stopping automation
To its peak of its demolition.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Baguio City
The breath-taking view the soul of tranquility,
Bringing you to the land of mystic and fairy,
Yet you're awake in broady light to reality,
Its granduer and glory is beyond our beauty.
The land far away known to many as Baguio City
Susan T. Aparejo
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Battles of Fairness
Fairness?
To honesty, fairness is Fair,
To sincerity, fairness is Accuracy,
To integrity, fairness is Absolute!
To the law, fairness is JUSTICE!
To dedicated public servant
FAIRNESS IS MORE THAN A SALARY,
MORE THAN TEARS, MORE THAN JUSTICE,
MORE THAN SWEAT, MORE THAN HONOR,
MORE THAN LOVE and
MORE THAN JUSTICE.
But to the twisted society
FAIRNESS is
BEYOND DOUBT
and BEYOND
QUESTION!
I have no doubt,
I have no question.
The gavel is yours.
But...
you can't stop me
remembering
December 10,2010.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Being Guilty
Is it guilty to tell the truth?
Is it guilty if you stand for it?
The truth they said will set you free.
Yet, they force you to say,
The opposite of what it may.
Asking me if I am guilty?
For taking the penalty,
Of what the truth I say?
Whatever you call me,
I still remain as I can be,
Don't force me to live my way,
The truth will set me free,
So never I feel being guilty!
Susan T. Aparejo
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Bleeding Heart
Who cares for the life,
If the pain pins you?
Who cares for the future
If the pain is so sure?
Who cares for a friend
If the untruth is the trend?
Who cares for you
If infidelity is a due?
What is left is a bleeding heart,
None cares but a scar left behind,
Time heals but takes so long,
A knife will cure no longer.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Blessings of the Rain
Whenever rains drops,
A soothing feeling rubbing my back,
Its tendrils touches my spine,
Making me feel the cool of time.
Soil welcomes it for nourishment,
Quenching its thirst from a long drought,
There the blessing comes forth,
Some new shoots emerge from behind,
The harvest of the long waiting.
Rain comes as a blessing.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Burning Cold Desire
T'was before and still this time,
like the embers of ceaseless moist,
My desire to smash injustice lingers,
How the curse penetrate my spine.
How could the youth's power,
Empower you? they've scared,
Eagles fierce eyes ever feared,
Their wings so weak to dare to fly.
My heart sunk like defleted balloon
Turn lifeless in striding home,
Darkness hug my mind to action
The coldest embers of I offer for protection.
They're my students, my children.,
Nurtured by the cradle of my emblem,
Their pain is an arrow in my loin,
Coated them the protection from being ruin.
Fly away you! - virus of spreading,
You planted hatred in the mind of these beings,
The crimson blood boils for arguing,
But igniting fire is a good for nothing.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Christmas 2003
The memoir of childhood days,
Deeply carved as years part ways,
Penetrating and leaving memory's rays,
Solitude for silver bells rang in the hay,
of the yore, of its juncture and its future.
The limelight of this era never swear,
of yore's bells to stay so near,
the jolly echoing of the distant care,
with all its might the mortal was there,
the unnatural feeling of the season's bear,
injured by many, yet suffered by her.
Gone were the echoes of the past,
Covered by the ecstasy of cash,
Whisper by the pretension of its mask,
Overwhelmed by the presence so vast,
Trumpheting the genuine spirit of Christmas!
Here you are in the vastness of none,
Thinking the melodies to tune in your mind,
What a dim is the little world I had behind,
How the days close moonshined the time,
Water drops as pines tears entertwine.
Farewell Christmas 2003!
You've just an err of the footprint's journey,
Such error is to look and ponder by me,
The basis of tomorrow's treaty,
The foundation of today's tease,
Farewell and Welcome 2004!
(Note: this was written in Tacloban City)
Susan T. Aparejo
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City of Manila
Glaring and sparkling light,
the night of splendor,
Busy to hurry, a life
in search of grandeur,
Many innocents and ignorant
have endured their stay,
Life so different as what
they read in folklore.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Clouds and Me
I watched the clouds
and it watch me too,
I talked to him but gently flow
he waves farewell in my head above,
and joined the others to form new shape.
I appealed to to remain his shape,
he just nodded but couldn't resist,
he made me stare at him
enjoy the apparition in a while,
yet in a minute or two,
he simply passes me by.
Still I shouted where did he go?
he never answer but went to flow
how I wish I could follow
he can move to and fro,
the freedom he loves to
is the freedom I don't have to.
he could travel anywhere
without fare and toes
to him there's no place to hide
for me I have no place to ride.
Hail to you, white feathery clouds,
just visit me and dropped me some rain,
bring my greetings to the world in heaven,
that someday I would be like you,
flying in my journey to heaven...soon..
Susan T. Aparejo
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Confidence and Courage
Confidence and courage are amulets and charms
They smell like perfumes attracting many eyes,
They taste like coffee energizing you for a while,
They sound like rock music filling up your tired nerves
They feel like super heroes, making you above from others,
They live forever in you as long as you grow.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Disposable Wrold
The generation of technology,
helps us forget an algae,
the advent of progress,
helps us to forget some rest,
the innovation of today,
forget the products out from clay.
Comes disposable world,
business earns more gold,
a product of technology,
a throwaway society,
everything is disposable,
humanity is perishable,
things fix becomes removable,
even couple is replaceable.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Earth: God's Creation
The warmth of the light, making the world so bright,
The majesty of the sky for the birds to fly,
The calm and quiet sea setting part the land in the lea,
The generous souls of moon, stars and sun for human fun,
The awesome birds, fish, beast and human kind,
When there was nothing more to add,
God knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it 'Earth-“ A Better Place to Live In.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Echoes of Agony
Sounds no one heard but me,
shriek of woes excruciating survival,
the heads recoil sipping juice of no residue,
tentacles move invisibly possessing even every grains left,
no sooner the mighty squeeze the birth to rest.
So sincere, shroud, solemn never seen,
the sickly glow of treacherous footpath,
encompassing the populated minorities of dark,
a claim so erratic in taboo's milieu
so weird in the delirium of one's illusion.
the new fires in the struggle for breakthrough
optimistic ball left the brain on its wreckage,
forming a new horizon the renewal of the past,
the past of injustice, in corehent and incompassion.
the world of wealth, power, popularity and greed.
meditation descends now to propel the gear,
conscience sparks and eliminates the filthy,
integrity hoists the emblem of chastity,
compassion dwells the upheaving brains to sweal
together on tribe slash the hammock of society's ill.
times emerge no more for us to enjoy,
why imprisoned the heart of no options
the 'eye' of life winks never a second, a minute,
to curse the agony you cause in our course, yesterday to repent, somehow too late,
today should be the day! .
(Note: written during the day when there's a delayed in salary of teachers.)
Susan T. Aparejo
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Education' Beam
Quietude of the ancient,
Chaotic lea of survival,
Fear murks in each mortal,
The quest for wisdom begins.
Experience is the tool for survival,
Testing and finding results,
Oftentimes lead to destruction,
Witness a save for destination.
From there surfaces bit learning,
The facet of facts from gathering,
Word of mouth translation
Cascading from one to next generation.
Here's the power of education,
Awakening the innocent notion,
Into the huge reservoir of knowledge
Tends to surpass the Omnipotent lead.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Embracing the Wind
Different work of world,
Telling me paradise,
When its totally rubbish,
Telling me heaven, \when its the hell.
Why people force to accept,
The irony of each reality,
When artificial is prioritized,
The original is fancied,
To shelter the genuine form of fantasy.
Look at carefully its hues,
Scrutinize the structures,
Seems its perfectly genuine,
When you sign the receipt,
May we're not embracing the wind.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Expect teh Unexpected
When the sun rises,
you never expect it rains,
when the weather is good,
you never expect there's a storm,
when there is peace
you never expect there is trouble,
and when there's happiness,
you never expect there's sadness.
Life is full of surprises,
impossible becomes possible,
white transforms to dark,
friends turn to enemies,
love changes to hatred
Christianity converted atheist,
laughter has its tears,
so expect the unexpected.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Failure
Failures are pains
After losing the dreams.
Failures are joys
Of lessons learned,
Of experience untold,
Of path untraversed,
Of history untold,
For others to Succeed!
Susan T. Aparejo
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Failure and Success
Such irresistible twins,
Shadowing each other,
One can't make it,
Others can't do it.
Holding hands together,
Far and wide to the ocean,
seas, rives and waterfalls,
to the greatest heights,
and profound deep,
both of them following the other.
Failure first then comes success,
Success first then comes failure,
Both of them give way to the other,
For they know so well,
either one can live freely,
For they are both
Shadows and Twins!
Susan T. Aparejo
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Feel In Love
A mysterious feeling of no ending,
it would amazingly moves lips to sing,
smells the aroma of fresh flowers blooming,
as windows open to welcome the morning.
Everything gleams for the colorful radiance,
bushes and grasses lifted for brilliance,
the death-colored ashes turn into colorful vibrant
the darkness yielded for love abundance.
Cupid's arrow once hit someone,
refuse by no other but simple none,
the mysterious feeling envelopes anyone
poisoning the two lovers in ecstacy of one
Before the bell rings above,
and the aisle mirrors some white gloves,
trials and struggles to pave the
yet the none could hinder the glow of LOVE
Susan T. Aparejo
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Felling In Love
Haven of joy
and inexpressable wonder,
Both hymn the music
chords of being a lover,
The ecstacy not meant
someone turn to loser,
As emotion twist
For another winner.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Friendship
(Note: This is dedicated to my friends at GNCCHS written during the SY 2003-04)
First the dew envelop
Find hard to fathom,
Then you gradually shatter,
The covering slowly cascading,
And a new you surfaced,
To accept or refuse?
The bond of closeness knotted,
Or the band of togetherness
Shattered!
The decision lingers after,
When feathers flew same as me,
The subtle rejection means sword,
When colors shocked so
Different as you!
Wonderful world be amazing,
When your feather is me,
And my color is you,
Sharing destinies between you and me,
Blending the wave of friendship.
Smiles fly of your names,
Heart sings of my presence,
The breeze embraces of your grace,
Ours stand the novelty of time,
Ageless emotion never cease,
The call for time refuse to cease,
Our footprints save the memoir,
The fiber of friendships beyond times.
Susan T. Aparejo
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From a Distance
It seems so far away,
the footprints almost
perish to nothing.
I search and search
the footprints proprietor
I could see no more.
Forcing to open eyes wide,
the vision of your shadow
the apparition of the spirit,
you form another you,
in a figure not familiar,
you're a different,
for a distance.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Global Warming
A climate change,
do you mean a thing?
Al Gore' s phenomena,
planted in my stamina,
do you believe his allegory?
as the outcome of his discovery?
the melting of the ice,
will dominate the world twice,
the warmest of the chilled season,
is the humanity's question,
how humanity's ever learn?
to revive the mountain of green.
Life's comfort has result,
standard of living isn't a fault,
when ice age emerges again,
and everybody is in vain,
life on earth annihilate in pain,
then let's charge to Global Warming.
Susan T. Aparejo
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God's Blessings
Don't you ever feel?
God's blessing in the air?
Don't you ever smell?
God's blessing in our meal?
Don't you ever touch?
God's blessing in us much?
Don't you ever see?
God's blessing in the sea?
Don't you ever hear?
God's blessings for us so near.
Rejoice! count them all!
We are not impoverish,
To get envy with the rich,
We have lots to reach,
God is just waiting for our speech.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Great Day
Every day is great,
Like a new bloom
Sampaguita flower
Like the fragrance
of brewed coffee,
Like rays of sunshine
dropp in my cells
to continue life.
Every day is music,
A tone for survival,
a symphony of love,
Chords for synchrony,
A choir of failures,
but a MELODY
for SUCCESS.
Susan T. Aparejo
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happy Father's Day
Times come to award a man,
he is none other but a boatman,
his legacy is not but discipline,
that neither one of the nine of us claim
and neither of us think a blame,
to the harsh and autocratic father like him!
He thinks the liquor solves his poverty,
then sent the family into calvary,
one by one left to escape the man.
but not this heroic woman.
she is responsible of family solidarity,
to tatay we love you as we pray,
my Tatay Felix never end up in the bay.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Heart of Kindness
Pandora's box capsized,
The river of death shallowed,
Devouring the last positivism,
Darkness overwhelmed,
Darkness,
Darkness,
Darkness!
Silhouette glimmers,
From the unkown world,
Unfamiliar sheers,
Rays beaming,
Heroes trumpheting,
Darkness end too soon,
Splashing from deep under,
A new hope emerging,
The heart swirling up and down,
Not so vivid, a glow of vanity,
Said the pessimistic,
No time to reign
Bidding goodbye,
The heart found its kindness,
Kindness found its heart,
For humans are born kind!
Susan T. Aparejo
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Hero In the Classroom
A simple being, hero in the classrooms,
Pen and lesson plans are his tools
In imparting knowledge to his learners
a father/ mother of almost sixty.
Teaching children of not his blood,
Nurturing then of knowledge flood,
Burning midnight candles,
Doesn't matter all,
their achievements are his goal.
Addressing different learning styles,
With various teaching aids on files,
Preparing a friendly atmosphere,
Even none from his relatives care.
The forgotten hero in the classroom,
Toiling overtime forgetting time,
You wonder he is paid under time,
Job unrecognized, being late recognized.
Shock absorber of children's home dilemma,
Protector of children's right,
One lose footing is and err to faulty eyes,
the blame of one, an eraser of myriad works.
He is a hero, the invincible child's dream designer,
His music is the melodious children's laughter,
His destiny is to deal a challenge every year,
His joy is the star of diploma in each students' finger.
Susan T. Aparejo
44
Hopeless Nothing
Aiming High and hit the mark?
Impossible now,
When everything is lost,
nothing remains.
Why humans influence
to be bad?
Why conscience is absent
to them? every ready to steal
to live in a second of comfort.
I suffered, my dream wrecked.
They stole my ace, ICT today,
It pains me inside
how could I win?
when my ace is lost?
May the Judas be punished,
May he never sleep
thorns be injected in his heart
to suffer what I feel
not for judgment day
but
TODAY.
Susan T. Aparejo
45
I like Noise
I like noise of my choice,
the lullaby of my mother's voice,
the chirping of birds as they rejoice,
the stamping of the candidates in poise,
I love melodious noise,
I like noise in rhythmic melodies,
the rattling of the rain in synchrony,
the crashing of waves in my balcony,
the rushing of wind in the canopy,
so harmonious like a symphony.
I like noise to signal life,
the giggling of infant's emptiness,
the boom of unexpected brightness,
the whooping of boys numbness,
so amusing in the midst of strife.
Susan T. Aparejo
46
I love to be Child Once
I long to be a child once more,
rejoicing droplets of rain,
cooling the innocent brain,
being awed by the passing of the train,
running barefoot in thorny lane,
climbing out from window pane,
energy never run out for games.
I long to be child once more,
cuddling in my mother's lap,
waiting for her to bring me at the top,
her caress with a filled cup,
filled my heart with a happy tap,
no worries of the world to think,
just hear the lullabies at the last blink,
and feel protected of my parents link,
being alone is not a clink,
that's why I long to be a child once more.
Susan T. Aparejo
47
I love You
I feel like in paradise,
Thinking of you is a soft pillow
To dream the impossibility,
Harnessing the storms,
Making everything melted,
Thought its totally
Against all odds world,
The joy means everything,
When the possibility,
Is a sight nearby.
People barricades
Their vision magnetize,
The inner of you differently,
I disagree, Never believe,
their vision is not mine,
Would they accuse me?
Never I accuse them!
Then I murmur silently,
I have the right in this world,
The right of being with you.
Susan T. Aparejo
48
I Never Walk Alone
Sometimes I think
I am alone,
physically I am sure I am,
mentally I am exactly the
only one,
yet I feel someone follows me,
would it be you?
You assure me
I am not alone,
shadows follow me
form here to there,
when I turn around
I feel a physique figure,
it follows me and wish
to be me. I ask...
but his heart sunk much,
then I know I am not alone
walking then.
Susan T. Aparejo
49
IN FRIENDSHIP
FRIENDSHIP is a verdant forest,
It smells like the zephyr of of early morning,
It tastes like a cake of superfluous coating,
It sounds like the a serenade of the full moon night,
It feels like a disney land of toys when we're still young,
It lives like the king in the royalty throne.
Susan T. Aparejo
50
In God's Time
If someone force to be,
then he will be then.
If someone wish to be,
then the wand is for him,
If someone wants to,
He never get not more than two,
Even he moves heaven and earth,
there's always a time for everyone.
People are greedy to such power,
Cracking all their might to win
Exploiting others to claim for more,
Who cares when the egoism dominates,
God's time withdraw in an instant,
The more its force to, the more it withdraws,
For God's time is miles away to those
who can't wait,
and meter away to those who wait.
Susan T. Aparejo
51
Innocent and Intellect
View them as you,
So naive, delicate,
Handle with care,
Very sensitive,
Innocent in their ways,
A new bud surfaces,
A touch of it may
end their opportunity
to live and enjoy
Life in the universe.
The adults duty,
Nurture those buds,
Mold the innocent brain,
to grow like a shining great,
someday in their years,
they will put you a monument
Place in their vessels
As they sailed in widest ocean
Of life ahead. Certain facts,
These naive wonders today,
Will be the greatest wise,
In their laurels of excellence,
from the time they whistle
their triumph with you.
You're an inspirer to these
little learners in your field-
You're students.
Susan T. Aparejo
52
Innocent and Wise
The wise thinks more,
Innocent too.
Wise never believe in hearsay,
proof are their forte,
sound logic accumulates first,
like a coated peanuts,
shimmering on fire,
to search the reasons,
the logic of everything.
The innocent did too,
searching the conclusion,
without sound reasons,
reaching the end
without knowing why?
asking them so hard
yet they just answered
wise are innocent too,
and innocent are wise too!
Susan T. Aparejo
53
Inspiring thought
Inspiring words,
may boost a nobody,
it has no cost to turn
that into a very man.
the optimistic of him
and others too,
bring back the roses of love.
Roses are many
to pacify me after all?
there's a special gift,
that poet reminds me
to open my nail and
enjoy a moment
after everything is normal,
My beauty in the
struggles for inspiration.
Susan T. Aparejo
54
Intelligence
Intelligence is an armor for the future
It smells like the morning mist in the forest,
It tastes like a chocolate in an imported crest,
It sounds like droplets of the rain at the dawn,
It feels like a flying above the birds up there
It lives like stars buttoning the heaven a far.
Susan T. Aparejo
55
Jackson's Journey
Jackson Michael image,
Is carve in the monumental
songs of emblem,
Tragic enters many twists,
Whose to blame him?
Ordinary citizens not,
How could he be blame?
when everyone steps
The trauma of childhood.
Life is so simple,
When sun sets in front of us,
Jackson did all the best.
While we have our best too!
He's a pop Icon,
We are his pop fan- tycoon.
Being at the top,
Learning to step back,
And remember life's lessons,
Being top or bottom,
We are all under God's dictum.
Susan T. Aparejo
56
Journey to What Is Due
Many years covered the thought that book my dream,
the sweat of struggles left no easy kindled token,
from Monday to Friday to some, for me never,
never I stop toiling the soil for the service of the will,
shout round me, from land and see, but yet I know
there's gold even in the barren of snow.
Yes, I stumble, but move, stand, walk, heads up!
my dream has almost shattered, frozen and glued,
the radiance loses its grandeur to endure,
them mighty courage loses its strength to power,
yet I know, I am here, there nothing but I am
felling yesterday, tomorrow and beyond.
I am now today, joining the joyous song of tomorrow,
playing the harp that gives the perfect melody,
accompaniment of tunes to the sounds
DepEd perfection in the symphony of the future,
the future of legacy, radiancy, in the splendor,
of legendary's leadership.
In spite of ambition enough for twenty Ceazars,
my self-confidence like an iron bar,
to erase someone's doubts of my job load,
and told them ' reach my harness and saddle'
my life, I have fought my fight, live my life,
have drunk my share of wine, as one of the division's front line
Kings may have wonderful jewels to wear,
mother has only a kiss for her king,
why should my singing so make you enthralled,
my dancing so graceful make you astounded,
talents within even years couldn't end,
the secret of leading leads me in this realm.
Susan T. Aparejo
57
Learning and Wealth
River flows like learning,
An endless journey far away,
The ceaseless desire of growing,
Growing though man's craving,
An unending crave to learn more,
An unending search of tilling,
The fertile soil of literacy.
Many tried to acquire it,
The battles are free
But the prize is great,
This is open to anyone,
Rich and poor, young and adult,
Yet in a game, not all the time
The winners are victorious,
For winners are those with
Learning coated by wisdom.
Susan T. Aparejo
58
Legacy of the Famous
Jackson's footprints,
On him the silhoutte rays,
Life is only for days,
All is equal on one's turning wheel,
moneyed or penniless,
Each faces one's bell.
Looking up that brightest star,
Believe by us so near yet so far,
Envy is the only acceptable truth,
To be him is so impossible halt,
To dream is the safest destiny,
He is a great man in that legendary.
Now I know parents' fault,
children suffer into volt,
How could one; s rearing
Damage the life railing,
Here he shows the agony of life,
Equal representation of one times one
Forgiveness share, emotion hurt,
Parents nurture your attitude,
Be billed once the and Mari
What's left is the sweetest
food of losing Him,
What's left is the sweetest
When candy; s in one heart
The request to burry not our
people.
Susan T. Aparejo
59
Life
Like a sprouting seed
Nurtured by the Unseen Hand,
Nourished by the tears of dew
Reared by tantamount protection,
Of powerful phantom.
There! rejoicing of His blessings,
Almost oblivious of his origin,
Defying the Law of the Universe,
Digging new trail against his Maker,
Determined in outwitting
The only but source of Life.
As ingratitude carved the stone,
The wound is written in One's heart,
Painting the beauty of the scar,
Of the indebtedness thrush,
Into the wilderness of His Love,
Yet love lingers limiting the limitless,
The toll for life.
Like a sprouting seed,
Yet at its zenith of its growth,
Nothing so sweet but to relinquish,
The agony of the abused and cruelty,
And when the string of elasticity ends,
The plant of life meets its closure,
A reminder, a transient existence,
Recoiled at the door of the Divine Providence.
Susan T. Aparejo
60
Life's Bounty
If you think no one loves you,
Look at and watch the cuckoo,
Alone in the wood for the zoo,
If you think no one cares for you,
Look at and watch the worm,
Alone by itself with no dorm,
If you think many hates you,
Look at the inmates at jail,
Do you think you prevail?
Life has purpose,
Nature has it too,
Go and find your way,
Its still far away,
But then if the road so near,
And the rays gets lighter,
Embrace your own destiny,
As you will find life's mystery
Susan T. Aparejo
61
Little Creatures
Crawling for a distance,
I think for an instance,
Gazing at those substance,
Thought am I a disturbance,
As it halts and takes a glance,
Resuming another launch.
Take my pace once,
And leave it far behind,
It caries a heavy laden,
I never have one even,
Shameless shall people be,
Little creatures carry burden,
Crawling under the rain,
Big creatures complain
Even carrying a pin!
Susan T. Aparejo
62
Loyalty
Loyalty is an air pumping my heart to live,
It smells like the breeze in the midst of betrayal,
It tastes like apples in the garden of Eden,
It sounds like trumpets of angel Gabriel's presence,
It feels like a safety room in a Five Hotel comfort,
It lives like everlasting cross in St. Peter betrayal.
Susan T. Aparejo
63
Miracle of Time
Mystery surfaces like shadows
come, count them every day,
A ride in time,
An accident failed,
A penny in pocket,
after the day's work,
A prayer in a day,
More protection and blessings,
A good night sleep,
A good day to face,
Feet that moves,
Eyes that blink,
Lips of good speech,
A blessings of life.
Who says no more miracle?
Widen you're horizon,
blindness is so far away,
what we need is to ponder,
the myriad of blessings
like the stars at night,
fireflies in the trees,
seashells in the oceans,
they are all your everyday,
A gift from the Miracle Maker- God!
Susan T. Aparejo
64
MORALITY
Moral
a guide to live by,
like a shepherd's cane
in the wilderness of
the lost herd
like a guiding star
of Bethlehem,
like a compass
in every vessels' journey
like an invisible light
in a person's travel
for life destiny.
Once you lost sight
a condemnation finger
strikes your heart,
This world is pure,
governed by Jews instinct,
yet, denied it!
God is with them,
and morality is
a LAW,
A portal of CHASTITY
a standard of ethics
I failed the criteria
and justice is declared
here on Earth,
'IMMORALITY'
in this world
of SINNERS
Susan T. Aparejo
65
My Peaceful Day
That precious world i long to crave,
A minute of it means a wondrous live,
A second of it means a refusal to leave,
Its ecstacy of comfort means a good build,
For a life never mean a joy be made.
Watching those fireflies circling the crown,
Is a little thing to remember of one's peace,
Those lingering petals of morning purple blooms,
Did one notice how peace live in such mist?
Did one ever touch the soft alluring surf,
Playing the waves of eternal destiny?
How fortunate are those, who have all the time,
To watch the very thing of simple peace around.
Susan T. Aparejo
66
My Christmas Vacation 2009
December, a month to remember
Rain cascading in full, wonder,
Cold penetrates in my spine shiver,
Closing my eyes as a great dreamer.
My spirit brought me to Bethlehem,
A star above tells me its Him,
He tells me to enjoy my dream,
Moist me in the December Hymn,
As “ Merry Christmas” carol gleam.
I Love these days of my vacation,
A gift to prize myself from tiredness,
Time to free me from work passion,
As the time never question the delayed
Pressure is really my aversion.
Hug my pillows my everlasting peer,
Bed that frills my ambition share,
Every minute is no limit in there,
When work appears no time be here,
I prize every moment of my vacation,
I SWEAR!
Susan T. Aparejo
67
My Dream
One day I had a dream,
To plow the field and harvest more,
To fish the water and caught more,
To water those flowers to bloom more,
To mold the youth and lead them all,
To the world of excellence for the
next generation to look up to.
Yet those dreams are not enough,
To realize one, another one cracks,
Another ways, and another challenge,
To confuse the focus and face the twist,
Hold on dear, for the new world to come,
Stay focus and such dreams come true
Susan T. Aparejo
68
My Little Mermaid
My mermaid so little,
seen not the crown of your title,
would you mind a human favor?
please bring me the whistle of some
of life in the ocean,
and delet the myth of human design.
My mermaid so little,
hear oh hear my sincerest call,
narrate me the wonder of the sea,
its coral reefs and seashells be,
the missing boats and travellers' will,
that disclose the secret of ocean downhill.
Susan T. Aparejo
69
My Mighty Pen
This powerful pen of me,
Power always my day.
Life of me is useless then,
If a minute you're absent.
From you I receive my salary,
'Cause you translate my memory.
Your ink equals monetary,
which then result to table honey.
Thanking you my partner pen,
May you live longer in my den,
Together we sail in life's journey,
Bringing me to the world of fantasy,
As we receive laudable congratulatory,
For the greatest match of victory,
As we floated to our visionary,
'Cause forever your're my lasting jewelry.
Susan T. Aparejo
70
My Mother's Legacy
As conciousness uncovered,
A woman clang kneeling,
hugging the trousers,
a man at rage,
she teared all over.
blank covered me.
Confusion enthralled me.
My first glance of the world,
Terror struck me,
The incident shaken me,
though I never understand,
my emotion told me,
there's an error of my existence.
Days passed I knew,
My surfacing is a moss,
None cares, so do my brothers.
who cares not even my sisters,
dirt' they called us,
throw stones of belittling,
salivating the pay,
to feel the world is empty
as we are enemy.
Tears rolled the highways,
she is there witnessing,
she just advice to be humble,
let them pass, ignore,
don't fight back.
I argued, she is firm.
she was beaten,
I am harden.
Deep, deep deep,
inside me a boiling fire grow,
she knew but appealed me,
I still stood firmly,
to revenge for her,
yet, she said be kind.
she said forgive,
she said forget,
she said be good, kind
she said accept,
let go, and let live,
in the realm of God's patience,
because God called her
' Paciencia'!
Susan T. Aparejo
71
My Safest Refuge
A silent place,
For my heart solace,
A perfect venue,
For I and you.
He calls my name,
My heart soften,
The yoke so heavily
becomes enlightened,
In pews my knees bent.
So eerie of a sweet silence,
Carried your feet to face 'HIM',
Indescribable thrust consoles me,
A fact of salvation in ' Him'
Nothing is special once you see,
The church bells ring,
For my greatest refuge- God
Susan T. Aparejo
72
My Students
In the class of more than sixty,
A crowded batch of living entity,
The profile of innocent genius,
Touch my heart as they bid ' adieus '
In the home of vivid diversity,
Everyone wanted ego supremacy,
Coupled with various background,
So difficult to take more rounds.
How I love filling up their minds,
With fertile seeds of wisdom,
How I desire to fill their hearts,
Learned the world where I'm part.
God endowed me with wisdom,
To share the wealth of His kingdom,
To these innocent-genius youth,
His beloved people
Whom we love both.
Susan T. Aparejo
73
On Being A Mother
Every glitters of the day,
Is the sunrise of the morning hay! .
Every twilight of the day,
Are stars shining its greatest hay
Every trials we live for,
Take us away from education.
Educating most of us, .
Caught people in much
Yet there were people
granted avoiding trouble,
tell about the truth dear mother,
To suggest the trouble of
YOu and him
But whatever attidude
Yes, I am sure but
On; y rich could be better
of the liven in Mary and book,
The best sailing id the ideal classroom.
that it would not become,
Watch
Susan T. Aparejo
74
On Being a Student
Time rushes by,
Waiting no one in a line,
Leaving someone to
A great possibility'
A possibility holding the torch,
Knowledge only's treasure,
The wisdom for students.
The struggle of identity,
Makes one to dream for the stars,
A star of guidance spotlights,
Their very inner self as student,
to function as human in hunger,
The concrete model of perseverance
to earn the ceritificates or
a diploma in an instant,
But being a student,
A plane of struggles is in your palm.
Susan T. Aparejo
75
On the Question of Loyalty
Nothing doubt
to figure out,
no fissure gives
a crack to hesitate,
purely in chastity,
why question.
all the trust flings,
nothing to question,
trust is the answer.
Comfortable spirit,
rest much the brain,
night is a great friend,
no unthinkable trouble,
then one day
the world cracks
of the newly found
truth, the truth of a traitor
to break the trust it gives,
yet the question lies,
what's the rating of
your loyalty?
nobody knows
except you!
Susan T. Aparejo
76
Philippine Freedom
Its June 30 today
The moment of 'someday'
For people like me
Craving for hopes
That someday will be 'Today'.
Its seems just a fairy tale,
When even Pres. Ninoy never feel
of leading Philippines
and be the 15th president
wavering the freedom aim,
by all Filipinos, now its
no longer a dream
but a precious reality
and gem of his parents' legacy.
Nerve recoiling in every spine,
As the confetti spread like rain
In that memorable Quirino grandstand
In the thunderous Ninoy's voice,
' Kayo ang Boss Ko, Mamamayang Pilipino'
In his determination to wipe out
Graft and corruption, red tapes, and abuse,
Equality among all men,
Expertise in his governance,
Confidence to all his countrymen,
Cooperation by his fellowmen.
Viva Philippines,
Freedom comes in great delight,
Viva Pres. Ninoy Aquino!
You're our long-awaited hero,
to lead us out from the past history
of turmoil in craving for power,
A power of one family,
Now, your family is now
A family of freedom long-lost,
But you grab it back for us,
to believe the change is here,
The change is now
and the change begins
Because you're there
Susan T. Aparejo
77
Political Greed
The aim for politics
Is really for public service,
Yet when they're in the throne,
The aim becomes a stone,
Carve as monumental figure,
Unmoved to live longer than the future.
All eyes are in awe,
what's in politics then,
Once a person who enters,
He swears to stay forever,
Though terms ended,
Con Ass is pushing in,
To stay in a Royal inn,
While most are in gambling dens.
May public service is
A really a treaty of justice.
Susan T. Aparejo
78
POWER BEHIND ME
Such energy in my nerve,
Never flame
without a torch,
behind me,
there you are,
powering me,
pushing me,
to do better,
work the best,
because you're
the power behind.
Unseen by many,
visible by me,
a star in my night time,
s sun in the day time.
a storm to make me tough
a sugar of my triumph,
my laurel should be yours,
as I salute the power
BEHIND ME- YOU!
Susan T. Aparejo
79
Power of Books
Every printed words,
A challenge for the world,
Every motley of colored pictures,
Is a vision for tomorrow.
Intellectuals hoarded books,
In every cranny and their nooks,
Each of them powered by the engine,
And propelled by table of contents.
It quenches one's thirst,
For learning endless quest,
It satiates starvation,
For the knowledgeable generation.
The unfading books's power,
In the advent of internet wonder,
Still remains the genius treasury,
And the institution's eternal legacy.
Susan T. Aparejo
80
Precious Moments
Why its so hard?
craving for light everyone does,
Me? either own experience the struggle,
gasping am I, though crawling,
the eerie of the darkness,
dominated the pain in echo,
The blame? all over everyone?
constantly thrusting the needle into,
my heart, the oozing keep on,
tormenting me making me mad,
the prize for thinking him,
how could I avoid the echo
of precious moments?
the needs, the unexpected.
the compatibility, grin, laughter,
tears, heaven of hearts,
prayers, dreams, hopes and intentions,
contribute to the memory for
both of us, treasure moments.
Susan T. Aparejo
81
Pride
If only people has no pride,
Life would be so simple,
No more ecstacy of trouble,
No more place to tremble,
No more money to bundle,
and hatred dominates no more!
Pride is the foe of peace,
It kills your simple life in bless,
Pride drives you to want for more,
Even such more is an eye sore,
Don't care to open another evil door,
Refuse to live in a refuge of poor,
Money is such a big lure,
As Pride teaches us of no cure,
Yet pretends to be a modest PURE.!
Susan T. Aparejo
82
Promises
It makes me dream of hope,
Hope like feather in the wind,
Like candle in the storm,
Like an ice in the hot season,
Like a writing in the water,
Like the voices in noisy world,
Like the surf in the waves,
Like a bubbles in tide,
and like a vapor in the morning.
Having aversion to promises,
the fear of not fulfilled
the fear of deception,
the scarry moment of
something happen next,
But most of all, the fear of
LOSING YOU!
Susan T. Aparejo
83
Quest for Peace
Can grab the dream you crave,
can hoist the herald hymn,
could send the sound of songs,
could make impossible be possible,
but can never post a peace on earth.
Had been looking for you near and far,
to the horizon of unreachable zone,
to the day of uncertain future,
to the night of sparkling darkness,
every nook and cranny, slits and slats,
but none the sight of peace on earth.
What to be scared of?
a banquet is laid long before,
all yells for the revival of your soul,
drum and trumpets put their chords,
to the melody of your charm and choice,
but never the sight of you on earth.
What charisma would string the note,
what aroma would bring the nose,
what words would pacify your heart,
what magnet would cling the harp,
what presence would bait the frightened,
but none the sight of you on earth.
Why signs no more a presence of you?
tell us how, tell us why, ell us when,
turmoil sings, wreckage dwell, evil reigns,
blood flows, flesh spread, skull arrayed,
hope no more for war to stop,
but never a piece nor bit of you peace!
Ah...you're trapped by the word greediness?
your handcuffed tighten by popularity's mold?
that chain powered by world's domination,
that individual hunger for wealth in station,
would melt the race of your birth,
that never a peace could dwell on earth.
Susan T. Aparejo
84
Realization
Hiding from a cloak,
of silvery lining,
Toil day and night,
For a principle for all,
Being exploited,
Being exhausted,
By time and dream,
Proving the principle holds,
Drained by the energy possessed,
Snapped by the treasure of Health,
Yet the philosophy lingers,
Justice, Fairness, Equality,
Faith, Trust, Liberty,
Honesty and Good Work,
All are in vain!
The reality is still very far,
Yet realization comes instantly,
That life is so UNFAIR.
Susan T. Aparejo
85
Seashore and shoreline
Drifting the moss of coral
Drifting the moss of unknown.
Drifters of seaweeds breeze,
Kissing the shoreline of sand,
Watching the surfing tide as
It touches the land,
Waiting the sea gull
swoop down to display
its grand,
singing the radiant
melody of the ebbing tide.
Susan T. Aparejo
86
Silence
Why does silence visit me?
in my lonely days with me.
My mind brings back the events,
in my solitaire mood it paints
then silence tip toed and come
disturbing my mind in bond.
I drove him away out,
yet it insists and pretends to shout,
he had all the world to stay about,
he gently spread in my lonely room,
encompassing me to desire the doom,
and promise me to replace my groom.
Susan T. Aparejo
87
Simple Happiness
Happiness
A tear of joy cascading my heart,
A laughter of soul after the victory,
Like the clouds floating in the sky,
Smells perfect aroma in the morning breeze,
A delicious ice cream in the hot summer days,
A warm pillows in my coldest day,
A good news after the saddest failure,
A warm hugs from a beloved,
A sweet embrace of a sound sleep,
after the week of insomia
a lullaby of mother's care,
even your too old for her.
Susan T. Aparejo
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Simplicity
Purity is simplicity,
Like the dew in the morning mist,
Like the rainbow in a distance,
Like a calm blue ocean,
Like a solemn sea,
Like a cry of a new born baby,
Like the reasoning of an innocent infant,
Like a fresh air in the new day,
and like the glory in the sparklers
of Heaven above.
Susan T. Aparejo
89
Stage of MY Life
Life for me is like a stage,
Audience watches and
Do some comments
With both realistic accounts,
Of actors and actresses,
Sometimes appreciated,
Sometimes devastated.
Life for me is a stage,
The director could change the script,
The audience influences the other,
To complicate some issues of one' life,
Life for me is a stage,
Its background can be change
and transformed into the brain
of the only creator on this place,
Life for me is a great stage,
The actor can suggest the scene
of which only the director could,
Manage the right of character,
And says' Be happy every some'
Susan T. Aparejo
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Stars
Splash of light
Glimmering the cold dark nights,
Guiding my dream in full delights,
Watering my night of silver falls.
A promise of hope,
In my darkest moment,
Flickering the slightest dawn,
To be or never more.
In myriads number I doubt,
Do I have even once up there?
To give me the message of tomorrow,
Letting my dream not in burrow.
Susan T. Aparejo
91
Success
Like a road so far,
slippery path of moss,
mold waxing the trail,
barren soil of hope
a panoramic view of
no ending.
Many quits
to travel by,
never a lone fellow,
he continues to budge,
enduring the unbearable,
like a bamboo in the
storms, strong and flexible,
standing after the test,
holding a true success!
Susan T. Aparejo
92
Surrender
The long walk,
the struggling individual,
yoking all the burden,
humiliation and belittling
heart's the secret of survival,
days, months, years of tiresome,
it almost reach the desired road.
Why quit?
how useless the long struggles,
the ceaseless agony of pain,
the clanking of prolong wail,
the insanity of the mind,
the fight of heart and brain,
and when its almost over,
I SURRENDER!
Susan T. Aparejo
93
The Miracle
The handcuff of slavery fasten in me,
As a single move wish it could be,
The hands of freedom is none to see,
Never a penny could aid the fee,
I crawled the night in search for light,
The raven glared its victorious flight,
As evening creatures shine so bright,
When seems so lost all my might.
I nailed my knees in tearful prayer,
Mind of no surrender in three years,
Dragging the brutalities in my shoulder,
While the unbeliever took no power,
Advices echoes the No HOpe Policy,
As entanglement promise no liberty,
Lawmakers tighten the rope to slavery,
Moralists lambasted my personality,
How do the impossible be possible,
If around the cage character assassins
never cease their queries,
As madden tormentors
clean their dirt in my table,
With horrible shame God listens,
impossibility melted in great realm,
When intervention surface from heaven.
Susan T. Aparejo
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The Air
Supplier of life essential,
How it enters to commercial,
God creates you as a gift,
Life itself is a man's debt,
From God the super powerful,
That gives the air for all.
I wonder where you are,
During the summer of no dew,
Human's long for your presence,
As only half of you has essence,
If food and water for survival,
Air is the greatest need for life eternal.
Susan T. Aparejo
95
The Beauty of Nature
Listen to the chirping of the birds,
The cascading falls we heard,
Feel the dropp of the morning dew,
Until the sunset of the day subdue.
Trees are fireflies and butterflies' home
Protecting typhoons and calamities in doom,
From shading everyone even his foe,
And spreading their leaves in varied hues.
Flowers are sweet delicacies of art,
Use by teh artist and novelist to win a heart,
A women's attributes characterized by they,
Until such attributes will be you and me.
Oh Zeus, command cupid to hit an arrow,
Thrust to human never to sparrow,
To teach the people to love the nature,
And teach the nature to love the people.
Susan T. Aparejo
96
The Clashing of Words
Words may kill
like swords so sharp,
its blade oozes the wound.
and hits the heart,
when two argues,
words flow in all directions,
hitting brains and reputations,
assassinating the other
murdering another.
Why sharpen the words
when they hurt one?
why uttered them in an instant,
why let it cool
and think for more,
just a stare would mean a thing,
but how can you hold
the baggage of conversation
when its the only solution?
just be gentle of words you say,
hold them so dearly, let them free
in the wind to carry them
to its final end,
when the fire of flame so ending,
high voltage shut down once again.
Susan T. Aparejo
97
The Devil's Device
Rejoicing angels,
As the devils fly down,
Searching victims,
On earth to dwell.
Tempting the wicked,
the nod subdue,
Earth being reign,
Is the greatest plan,
The world of alone,
Is not a shield to withstand,
Quitters are the pessimistic,
In real world of comfort,
Where no one thinks of
to endure the faithfullness,
So difficult to destroy,
A family stood still,
Waiting for the hero to come,
And by luck, they destroyer,
Kneel again to God's plan
For He is willing to find out why.
Strengthen family through hard work,
a family untouched by the holy waiter,
For the family is the target
of their heart desire to ge away buying now neccesary.
Susan T. Aparejo
98
The Flower For Me
Respectful students,
A soft melodious sound
Greetings good morning,
Up to the end of good evening,
Means much to me, a flower
never fade in Memory
Generous learners,
Sharing things to others,
Pencils with no erasers,
Paper of the only in the trousers,
A flower in my eyes,
Never ever fade in my memory,
Studious yet humorous,
Serious yet with an admiring grin,
A follower and leader in one,
Loves freedom but a disciplinarian,
A flower bloom in the month of no days,
A flower to me that colors my day.
Susan T. Aparejo
99
the Gift of Happiness
How could we express,
The joy within me?
Sadness flies away,
Scared by your existence,
Muffle the cloak of gloom,
Ever ready to uncloak and assault,
The mirth spreading the millieu.
The moonbeam of happiness,
Is a heaven here on Earth.
The glittered fellow attempt to hold,
A single day of you,
With those bills and coins,
Where you refuse to value of,
since beyond the knowledge of many,
Your a priceless, precious gift.
Susan T. Aparejo
100
The Gumamela (Hibiscus)
My innocent eyes watches you?
Do you ever noticed?
when I touch you,
did you feel the comfort of my palm?
the perfect refuge for such a
lonesome beauty in your way.
The only colors of the day,
surrounding the family,
While others display some wealth,
Ours are your presence in
our surroundings, making
the whole area love you much.
a perfect experiment,
for a wonderful science lesson,
When I see you scattered,
Torn into a muddy floor,
the nerve of protection dwells,
yet you just smiled at me,
Signalling me your're doing great,
by it, it gives pleasure and
learnings to interested eyes
as the stomata blinks,
there too their future,
Susan T. Aparejo
101
The Joy of Forgiveness
The joy of forgiveness
lightens one's burden,
It showers happiness,
Showers our heart with
blessedness, so we wake up
in a lighter mood of wellness.
Just try, unload your baggage,
Throw away such garbage,
Let our heart fly and set a voyage,
Feel free to take out such bondage,
And stop our physique from its wreckage.
The joy of forgiveness is the key,
To live on earth peacefully,
And wake up the morning readily,
A fresh air dominates comfortably,
So sweet a conscience of harmony.
I forgive you and you forgive me,
Another flow of peace release,
Another love and acceptance dominate,
Let the trust once again surface,
As we give each other a chance,
We mean forgiveness at hand.
Susan T. Aparejo
102
The Long Journey
Seems the rough road never ends,
thorny path intimidating,
those lovely garden turns to wither,
leaves dried falling aimlessly,
No reasons of their departure,
Saying goodbye to another, buds,
of no promise to return.
There paces move so slowly,
wounded toes keep on worry,
Mind never regret for another move,
A mile ahead is such so far a glance
The soul fuels the nerve,
of tiring souls to the trail ahead,
Who cares to patch the light
for such a weary souls,
the long journey will end,
When life's will end.
Susan T. Aparejo
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The Nature
Watch the imaginative,
Green oceans of mountains,
Follow the winding road,
of irresistible beauty,
The country of mystery,
As you travel far away.
Where are the trees,
of verdant leaves?
Where are the fresh air?
of morning breeze?
Where are the dew
of misty morning?
Perish in the neon
of lovely evening?
What could I do
to restore you?
the youth of no woe,
What can they take,
to make you breath?
Are we the reasons
of your perishable motion?
Susan T. Aparejo
104
The Ranking System
Certificates fights,
Hearts beats swiftly
though and through,
points by points,
each decimals counts
the pulsation of heart'
beats.
The question is clear,
Will I be?
Will she be?
Or will he be?
So nerve trembling.
Yet, exciting!
Contenders all praying,
God hears them all, .I know
But whosoever wins in the first rank,
is not God's will all the time,
sometimes its the weather
that permits too! or
Its really your TIME!
Congratulations! you're the winner,
So easy to tell
but hard to others,
Yet time will heal
to every pain brought by
Pride and expectation.
Susan T. Aparejo
105
The Restless Days
Mondays to Fridays are my restless days,
Early dawn to the wee hours of the evening,
Still not all the stones unturned,
Many need to be touched and tapped,
Several require attention and evaluation,
To meet the set deadlines of submission.
The main goals of works have been almost
forgotten, Even the live wires almost lost,
The water drain, energy black out
In an instant, light collapse and the heart
beats in ryhtmic resignation,
But the instinct propels to move
Who cares to take charge the gear
The gear only the head of the family holds,
The dream to rest comfortably is
Everyone's business, yet, no one ever
Feel the comfort one's needs in a
RESTLESS days of work.
Susan T. Aparejo
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The Reunion
Some unexpected time exist,
Of the memory of mind set,
Feelings were being test,
to endure the longing for the rest,
Continues to dream unity at its best,
One day on a greatest feast.
Yes, fiesta is the greatest day,
For kins and kins reunion someday,
May that day comes every month of May,
And let the bay died in envy,
the colorful buntings in a highway,
Signals will soon find our way,
with many gifts on sale to pay,
Whatever they may say,
Fiesta is for everybody!
Happy fiesta tp anybody.
Relatives
Susan T. Aparejo
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The Seashore
The blue sky swirls,
The truest reflection down under,
A lone being watch,
The horizon so far a apart,
Like a dream so impossible
to hold,
to free,
to grasp.
The horizon is also like
a wonderland of the fairies,
When clouds covered and
the cotton field spread,
The nostalgic view of unknown
emotion of a childhood experience,
Like a fantasy full of glory,
As the eyes set far from
the seashore
buttons by seashells,
Painted with the green moss,
Watered by the splashing
of the newly awaken surf,
to feel,
to hear,
to ponder,
the beauty by the
SEASHORE.
Susan T. Aparejo
108
The Sparkle of Love
The miracle of heaven's joy,
Unfathom by the advanced
measuring device,
Its wonder is unmeasured by
human thoughts and dreams,
The sparkles of jewels
in one's vital part,
The Heart.
The sparkles radiates merriment,
Of indescribable emotion,
Everythings seems colorful then,
The beauty as they say,
Is felt by the beholder,
the logic of the souls,
and the reasons of the lovers,
No questions to inevitable
gems emergence
The gems painted in the
corner of one's
HEART.
Susan T. Aparejo
109
The Stranger Teenager
The smells of innocent a glow,
Super special in a matter of two,
An angel of superflous origin,
Give laughter and selfless grin,
At his age so cute up to ten.
So very sweet angel,
Turn now into a handsome toad,
And a handsome teenager exist,
Quarrel is my disciplinary hit,
Now he has full into grow,
Most hits each other's words.
Think a plan to make him a chord,
But continue to express provoking thought,
He seems to express none even a care,
Yet, he said them in a very sweet action,
He is still very young for other attention,
He loves and listens his companion,
It seems the war of Iran and Iraq is here,
So confuse if he is still my son,
When the fight is so great and find no solace,
My heart sank and ached for mother; justice,
He becomes stranger yet he is my teenager,
At his age, we are opposite each other.
Susan T. Aparejo
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THE TREASURE- YOU
A TRIBUTE TO MA’AM CHERRY MAE LIMBACO
Form: GCCHNS Family
Times writes the exemplary great,
GCCNHS hails this wisest,
Gingoog breeze whisper the mightiest,
DepEd Gingoog welcomes the smartest.
Hail to her the achiever of full numbers,
Known to us the Region’s best trouble shooter,
Descent to GCCNHS lair thereafter,
The only SDS exemplar of humble endorser.
She stepped GCCNHS being an ordinary human,
Never requires a grand attention from everyone,
Nor mentioning a “ doctor” in her name once,
Remarkable compassion spread to launch.
God awards GCCNHS new will power of justice,
Her leadership increaseth her risks,
For among others, mentors are her priority list,
With sound mind, decision as a jurist.
Her administration is a long-lost equality,
Her governance is a view of transparency,
MOOE, benefits, allowance, and service credits,
Release for the reason of
Your compassion for teachers we cherish,
How could we forget you? You’re the rarest,
May our teaching force holds you! – the altruist,
But we’re powerless to block promotion in your desk.
You impress us of your excellence performance,
SPA’s accreditation will be at hand,
Number of school buildings emerge in an instant,
Addressing GCCNHD family in your radiance.
Now the door between us is near to close,
Tears cascading for nostalgic pause,
The pain of leaving enamors a pleasant applause,
Parting is a sweet sorrow to the kindest hero.
Our greatest gratitude from GCCNHS family,
The emblem of your leadership is a genuine legacy,
Your monumental figure is planted in your memory,
The LADY of performance known to many
As ‘MADAME CHERRY MAE”
Susan T. Aparejo
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To Jay Michael
I never dream to have him,
first meet him on his birthday,
a good healthy one,
my angel without wings,
the joy he brings
forget the troubles of days.
He witnessed my labor,
deep inside I'm sure
he is in my side,
lighted my lane and
lifted my hands
whenever tears rolled by
his heart sunk deep for me.
I felt the love he gave for me,
my conscience talked to me
but how could I tell him
the essence of my flight?
how could I tell him
the road I provided for him
when he thinks I dig my own?
Clashes come between us,
I am certain he still in my side,
he forced himself to understand me,
because among others,
he is the only left for me,
the only treasure of my life,
my only son- JAY MICHAEL.
Susan T. Aparejo
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TO MY GCCNHS FRIENDS
{ This is dedicated to my best friends at GCCNHS, Beth, Ludita, Lina, Lita, Pedrits,
Jenny and Rudilyn}
Friends are priceless diamonds,
But for me you're more than the coldness of a moon.
Embracing the hot gossips of the unfriendly air,
Spreading every space in the fire of my room,
Yet you're presence is the comfort of my lair!
To you. I humbly dedicate this poem,
A lovely touch of your shields made me win,
Many unseen mysteries happen for me each day,
You're always there and rescue me,
How could I pay the insurmountable deeds,
Millions of gratitude can't be paid,
God sent angels in your persons
How could I thank you for those times,
The times I cried in your shoulder,
The times I poured my sentiments,
The times of your loving cares,
The times of being there,
God thank thee,
For giving me FRIENDS
AS SPARKLING AS
BETH, LITA, LUDITS, JENNY,
PEDRITS, LINA, and RUDILYN
Susan T. Aparejo
113
To My Hometown
The zephyr reminds me of nostalgic memories,
touching my brain softening my heart,
tears cascading from check,
squeezing my entity of childhood quart, .
bringing me to the saddest happiness.
Visualizing the ladderized heights of children -us,
a family of unity in terms of poverty,
a children of unity due to necessity,
one bread to fill the many,
Yet, the memory still rings the bell for me.
Years passed, turning one of us,
dreams divided us the nine,
but goal wrapped us all into one,
the struggle we set for life's ahead so great,
and the triumph was so sweet, the best!
Now, I long to turn back the memories of the past,
the echoes of agony of a battered wife
still painted in wall of strife,
the melodious laughter and giggle of younger dear,
All are my hometown's treasure.
Susan T. Aparejo
114
To My Students
Every life inside my classrooms,
Every brains that blooms,
Are tiny sparkling of so soon,
They're their parents cocoon,
But their mentors' early dawn,
A perfect clay to be honed
In the field of education's lawn.
They are breed in different ways,
As I witness them when they play,
Their attitude manifest as they sway,
When I observe them as they lay,
They will announce 'come what may'
When fatigue overwhelm their day,
How joyful I am to touch their clay,
As i molded them to paint their rays,
And all of them will utter 'you're okey,
wish them a world filled with life so gay..
Susan T. Aparejo
115
To Someone Special
Summer breeze swayed my face,
winter wind softened my rage,
autumn air dropped my frustration,
but your presence healed my heart.
Your voice melted the hard stone,
your words echoed my conscience,
your perseverance was none to surpass,
your care waved the air of comfort.
my life unfulfilled one lane,
the hardness was brought by time,
such time delet the reality in me,
tough was the only knife of living.
the mere presence of you swifted the wind back,
God hands guided unthinkable with no wit,
shimmering the coated tartar to slash off,
not a wizard nor rich but elite of goodness appear.
Yourself is the spice of missing lane,
completing the wonder of God creation
being you is the longed lost dream,
in my quest for something.
Then I wake up from longed realization,
standing the storm in your absence is no joke,
together we sail in darkness and sunrise,
to worry not the future anymore.
Susan T. Aparejo
116
Tribute to Madame Cherry Mae
You came in an instant daylight;
That youthful look was everyone’s alight
Thinking the same flavor’s delight
And yet YOU make everything all right.
lavish with your unselfish deeds to limelight.
You become the female Sherlock
For tending DepEd Gingoog City teachers - your flock;
You make our centuries right unblock and unlock;
Protecting teachers’ dignity from schlock
Like some brave heroes, you’re our monumental rock.
Thank you all for all that you have done.
Hard times are now turned into by gone.
All this we managed with you by our side,
you gave with love, not merely out of duty.
Upon your protection, life turns comfortably.
You’re being so completely a real hero,
For touching my mind and making me grow,
For sharing moment with you, since I met you,
For exploring me to my very core, a bravo!
for showing me the lane of leadership a glow,
How else could I become what I've become?
All your plans, hopes and even fearsome’
Put together for GCCNHS improved kingdom,
Know that I am grateful for break though in awesome,
Your hard work is mirrored now in mine, MADAME.
From you we learned the essence of transparency’
MOOE becomes loud and clear to GCCNHS teachers’ alley,
Bonuses, increment and benefits fit our wallet’
Clothing, seminar, fare allowances and service credits,
All are given in a package of love in tenets.
My salute to you Ma’am Cherry Mae
What you did for us – GCCNHS
will glow in our memory as portrait of imagery
The greatest gifts are those that cost us least:
Because for us you are beyond the description of the “ Best! ”
How would GCCHNS family ever forget?
A woman of compassion for teachers’ right illuminate,
She is a book of life, the thoughts we reap,
Only in her sound judgment we quiet sleep,
A woman of humanity in the name of ”Cherry Mae”
(Note: This poem is dedicated to Madame Cherry Mae Limbaco, Schools Division
superintendent in Gingoog City, Philippines. She will leave the city for promotion comes
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July 2009. Tears will surely fall for her departure, but we never forget her legacy to
us, the legacy of justice, fair and transparency of being a good leader. Thanks maam,
You're one in a Million!)
Susan T. Aparejo
118
True Love is a Mystery
I feel in Love,
the scents from heaven
so fresh, so comforting,
flowers blooming,
days have no ending
butterflies kisses,
birds chirping,
paradise opens.
I feel in love,
dreaming the world
imagining the joy,
that last in few hours,
the world filled with colors,
that means a mystery to me,
and when I ponder,
I feel he is my lover then.
Susan T. Aparejo
119
Truth Behind the Uniform
Nothing to reveal
What's deep under,
Everything is on the lane,
Looking up in their profile,
Those faces of the wise,
Ever ready to get
something for the day,
Mind is ready,
Never their tummy.
Incredible truth,
The uniform covers them,
Equality in those attire,
Unturned the mystery behind.
Piteous stories of the reality,
When tears rolled by,
I was there before,
Following such prints,
Hail are those parents,
Who iron those clothes
fill their kids the rightnutrition needed for learning,
Such uniform to be
the emancipator of
the truth behind those
unquestioned uniform
being worn even me.!
BEFORE.
Susan T. Aparejo
120
Victim of Time
I refrain from loving ever since,
the reasons so clear - the pain,
the pain excruciatingly dominate,
even until the tiniest nerve,
it aches so well throughout.
Love so delicious to feel the heaven of paradise,
one clings to its wings to try again and again,
eyes glow, illuminate and dominate in focus,
forget of something right for a cause,
a cause of earthly joy in a second.
to love or let go love is now a question,
for a practical reason of being in prison,
yes, I am a slave of intimidation,
that love would bring in me as person,
so I better elude myself for such reason.
Yes, I am coward for you ' Love'
how could I might be?
you're such a wicked thing to think,
You hurt me if I have to give a blink,
especially when establishing the tightest link.
Someday I will know the mystery of you,
how cruel you are to someone trusting you,
though some success traces your existence,
to them you're special and let you stay,
for me you're so elusive and leave.
Do I think there is favoritism?
Do I accept my greatest misery?
If not then how could you prove me?
that love for every one is for any one,
that any one includes me as your clan.
Oh! prove to me you're not that one!
I am willing to subdue and feel the shame,
would you come again to promise no pain,
and live with me in my life's lane,
to tell me you're not to be blame.
Susan T. Aparejo
121
Waves
It symbolizes human's life,
though it journey in various flight,
sailors' observe its greatest height,
to yield and turn their voyage's right,
it shaken nerves at its might,
when forces turn like angry devil's fight,
like tsunamis crashing the day and night.
but like life after storm comes a sight,
to remind us of everything in bright
to guide us as God's a surf of light.
Susan T. Aparejo
122
Wedding
Heaven scents
colors's paradise,
white laces,
silver bells,
lovely flowers,
ribbons sway,
ribbonnets dangling,
cameras flashing,
couples dashing.
Receptions priorities decency,
newly weds lead the way,
guests stare happily,
speeches prepared so lengthy,
delicacies wait patiently,
flower girls sways uneasily,
all witness so humbly.
Weddings before was in hurry,
the concerned go in tupsy turvy
no time uttering for sorry
at close the fury is to bury.
Susan T. Aparejo
123
What's Music To Me?
The chirping of the crickets,
The tic tak of the clock,
The meow of newly born kittens,
The swaying of the branches,
The cascading waterfalls,
The sound of the jungle wisps,
To the soft pillows of my ears,
They are all music to me.
Yet in the real world, they're just yesterdays,
Today is the boom, boom, boom of vehicles,
The bang of the bomb and the gun,
The noise of the rockers
Tearing all the eardrums,
To the music of the present,
Enduring is all I can do,
Music to them, But not in me.!
Susan T. Aparejo
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Work
Work,
Someone said “ work is slavery”
I nod in full admiration
It won’t fill my box of jewelry,
Require my full attention,
Though the prize alluring salary.
Work curtails one’s freedom,
Glued to a place when you step one,
Leave your home at start of dawn,
Entering another world of fund,
For family’s survival at glance.
Slavery is work, a designed of artwork,
A routinary field of office book,
Bundy clock is the human’s look,
Will tell if you’re at your nook,
Work is really a slavery with bankbook.
Susan T. Aparejo