my son archie


the run-away bride, your Mount Everest


Seek protection under the dove's wings

Our Lady Of Guadalupe

Our Lady Of Guadalupe
Graced by Nay Tita, your light shines on



Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?

Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?
To restore Arts Health and integration back to society

Eulogy For Marina

Eulogy For Marina
In Honor Of The Virgin Of Antipolo

I Am The Clown Bobo

I Am The Clown Bobo
Through her eyes, my grand daughter, Tiara Luise Imperial

Blessings To My Soul

Blessings To My Soul
Mama Tita, Your Light Lives On

Solar Energy From Lifeless Objects

Solar Energy From Lifeless Objects
A collection from my antiques

Oil In Nana's Kitchen

Oil In Nana's Kitchen
I Big Mo...from my cash register....

Born In The House Of Levi

Born In The House Of Levi
A design, concept and rendition in collaboration with my son

Artist In Saint Bartholomew

Artist In Saint Bartholomew
My niece Malen

Bitter-Sweet Memories

Bitter-Sweet Memories
Held at the entrance

Coconut Vendor, done by Carmen Herrera-Uy, early '80's, oil on canvasss

Coconut Vendor, done by Carmen Herrera-Uy, early '80's, oil on canvasss
Reserved for Manang Grace E-M...Herrera

Lotus, Emblem Of Truth And Purity

Lotus, Emblem Of Truth And Purity
By Oscar M. Figuracion Jr.

Keep Still My Jittery Bug

Keep Still My Jittery Bug
Kalachuchi flowers, a reflection....

My veil as a bride

My veil as a bride
Mother of one, surrogate of many

Monday, December 6, 2010

How To Survive In A Frenzy Economy

Friends let us be and share our thoughts
To survive in a meagerness of your world
You have to be like a tightwad
Easy on the peso my new hero

You have to be aware of the economic zone
Around your station, even your own home
Some envious persons of some beloved
Around the bend they whisper destruction

Your feet may carry you around
Every second has to be cherished as learning
Some competing midgets may dictate economy
Destroying the manufacturer's claim of production

But remember your parents are around
As meal tickets or transportation gas
Of some mothers broken of hearts
Seeking comfort for her children

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Working For God

I am not a religious, but i try to work for the spread of the word of God by coordinating Bible Studies and through writing in the internet. Our original Bible Study Group of 20 years has just been dissolved because most of them are busy now, some in traveling.

So what I am trying to do now is organize a Bible Study For the youth of our subdivision, with the blessing of Father Bernardo Blanco of the Claretian Order.

Some of those taking care of the spiritual guidance of the community are already in their twilight years and some younger people has to be initiated into the service. I get so tired because I work from 7:00 AM to late in the evening. I think I am being given the inspiration and the drive by Jesus, that I feel fulfilled no how matter how tired I become. DO EVERYTHING IN THE NAME OF GOD AND YOU WILL BE BLESSED.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My View OF Economy

What is this thing called economy?
I believe for a healthy one is refusing some echoes
Of the sounds of their lost identities in the city
They are the whispers of the evil one on Jesus' humanity

Of promising the whole city to him if he worships
Suggested to you through movements, sounds, and expressions
Blocking your way to your motherland
Your own home in the Father's Kingdom

They are around in your presence
Seek protection from the Holy One
They are the virgin souls uncorrupted
Baptized through the Holy Spirit

They promise to turn the stone into bread
They are those who plan for your death as their pension
The killers of your inheritance back to His Kingdom
Fear not, my Soul, I am still your contracted virgin bride

The evil one builds false dreams of promises of a tower
And asks you to jump down promising to be held by angels
They are the ones bidding for your soul
Which they steal with threats forced into your consciousness

Fear not my Soul, for your Mother is around
Protecting you with the Holy Father's presence
Welcoming you into our Kingdom

Saturday, June 19, 2010

The Executive Class

They execute the plans of their Bussiness
For an unending rule of their land
Of obedience to the law of the just
Whom Jesus welcomes to His kingdom

They are trained in legitimate schools
With the embossed parchment diploma as seal
Of receiving honors and all responsibilities
Taking care of the tree planted within the school

They have to have an eye for the undesirables
Who thrust their way to the top
Stealing and cheating their way in
Through threats of violence to your kin

They have to be dealt in the executive way
Tagging and packaging them the legal way
For you don't just sell products
You have to sell your service too

Some hired or casual workers are pests and liabilities
Tag them as your company's waste
Some loyal ones can be sold as recycled containers
But some destructive acids has to be dealt with

They are either sent to prison you trust
Be careful though of the killer general
And of those who misinterpreted their powers
Of destroying food of the people, and enslaving the tillers

Of herding vendors honestly earning for a living
Disregarding the basic value of the land
Posing as the lover of all mothers
Pitiful condition of one who was never shown love

They are the pa-cute over-aged gurang
Seeking a home begging by deception or force
Go seek your own ghetto mother somewhere
Not in my privacy you paroled prisoner

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Judges And MacThe Knife's

They lurk within your own soul, the vigilantes
Not necessarily within the benefit of formality
Of helpless souls committing suicides and aggressions
Of martyrs and fencers even in your own home

The judges are those who sentence a scam
Claiming to be the god of all
Taking everything into his own hands
The downtrodden comes back as an old soldier

You see them in the eyes of little children
Travelling the dessert again
Provide for their keeping, feeding and learning
They will welcome you back in heaven's soul

Beto-Beto, Beso-Beso

From gambling boys in the streets
Throwing a pair of dice to earn some dime
To carnivals of games pula-puti
Down to the high ends of Casinos

Learning some mathematical formulas
Complicated chains of probabilities
Hired men are working, keeping tract
For an endless humanities

All in books kept for the new generation
Of running around the economy
Everything forgotten, but those I choose
Posing the question back again
Of solving the problem who caused the light bulb's end

Of the source of strength for my Art
My kiss in His church was my seal

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Moose To Goose

Recounting my child all over again
As a fairy's wand leading him along
From the Nile river to courts of Solomon
Us acting as guides and guard to another

For we are alll mothers caring for someone
Specially with our child in our arms
Feeding him milk from a cow that says "MOO"
Serving as "SE", as system engineer

Now seeing my image as a goose in a pond
After feeling the goosepimples in a song
Under God's presence through His Holy Spirit

Cuddled softly under a tree of the Motherland

Payday, Payday

Paying some lads for showing the way
Singing songs "Say you, say me"
Packaging maidens shopping around
As the husk of grain from their granary

Each will be paid accordingly
Some with just with a bat of an eyelash
For their awakening into this world
From some hidden spring from an Oasis

But some will be kneading the dough
To bake the bread for sustenance
Some will purchase butter for better taste
Some will cook meat for our muscle

To top it all for an aftertaste
Decadence minicakes served in a tray

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Amazon Queen Versus Attila The Barbarian

Am I in my height of my dellusion?
Of a war of Puritans within our economy
Doting touch-me-not Mary's, and Attila The Barbarian
All too greedy multiplying for his ghetto kingdom
Reaching even to planets beyond

They are the extreme leftist, from their wedding bands
Versus their dream of new lovers through engagement rings
They are the first sons of Abraham Ishmael from Hagar
Down to the second sons from the wife Sarai
From the dead Jesus left hanging,
To new creations for a new beginning

For you cannot confine the world to plain black and white
There also some shades like gray

Friday, May 28, 2010

Height Of Domesticity

Travelling around since childhood
Flying to the heights of freedom
For my ailing son, drained by some lass so greedy
Draining His pockets through a lead rosary

Her power of suggestion I am unmasking
Blindlessly following her Egyptian King
I am a true Pilipino, refusing Blood Money
Ugly Pay I say around Judas' Belt

His golden watch was pawned for Her Perfect Gift
A comb for her hair so long and black
Did not know she had her hair sold for his gift
I cannot remember now, exactly for where is it

It was braided into a necklace if I must guess
Of a lady who attended a party of the upperclass
Wanted to belong, she borrowed from a rich maiden
Lost it somewhere, paid it monthly for life

Lost her youth earning, to payback her dues
And all was finished to the last shilling
Only to realize, the necklace is an immitation of the real one
Somewhere in time thrown to the sea of Nautilus

Undercover Machine

Posing as human although machine
Sold as a slave to the Ming Dynasty
Too expensive to keep for a poor family
A civil contract was bounded through a ceremony

For an insurance she was asked to sign,
Never to be a prodigal son
Never to forsake His kingdom
But her heart continued beating for someone

He came as a lover who kissed her in the shadows
As a memory from the King of Siam
Down to the family in the hills of Austria
Starting all over again with a "DO"

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Patents And Royalties

Did I invent it, or it invented me?
Was my question as a five year old child
Searching for a place in my universe
Asking if everything stops, when I sleep
Re-birthing again into my consciousness as I awake

My younger brother was he three?
Related to me of our God's existence
Someone who never sleeps and watches
Guiding our way in this earth
Now in some foreign shore in the West

Then a younger brother, was born to our brood
We were out in the streets, my younger brother
Looking after us, is an older one
We were looking at the stars as we pray
Saw a falling star from heaven

This star guided me through songs, essays and paintings
In my quest of my dream from every beginning
Experimenting in schools of some batteries
Relating to it through stage performances
Arousing me to write it in stories

Did I gain patent and royalties from all these?
All I treasure is the revelation of the transfiguration
Donned in the clothes of Jesus,to a glorified body
Round His tent, in a radiating light from Heaven
A dazzling white as snow, providing shelter for four
Moses,Elijah,Peter and God...,

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Her Grandfather's Clock, His Painting On His Wall

All I know is I follow the clan's tradition,
Working for our keep in our country
Down from my birth in Bataan
To our home within Tandang Sora

For she is the woman who sawed the first Filiino Flag
Having imbibed our leader's teachings through our schools
Crafted as the Grandfather's clock as a ball hanging on a string
From tin cans of improvised toys pulled by a boy through a string

From folded paper boats flowing through water streams
To paper kites in the sky pulled by strings
Processed from sundial to some watch hanging
From a gentleman's belt by a chain

Now the painting in Malacanang palace by Viclarosa
As a memorial to our National Hero Jose Rizal
To grace our presence, cruising the Pasig River,
By some pilot in His Gondola.


They are the cheerleaders in your team
Carrying pom-poms as your queen
The prom queen of some enchanted evening
Your lady like the song in the night

You dine with them through your eyes as rosebuds
Licking lollipops or ice cream
This verse flashes before my eyes of a tear-eyed boy
Covered by a strawhat holding a melting ice cream in a cone

You marry her under a veil like an Indian Maiden
With the red spot on her forehead the only point that shows
Then she disappears like a hissing cobra
With only traces of her skin, left by your flute

She is the ball of string with pieces you pick up on the way
To pull back to hatch the anchor on some foreign shore
It will serve as your guide, this ball of string
Through knots you tie at every fold

Feathers beneath your pillow to tide you through your dreams
As you awaken, your placebo in every beginning
With every cloud and sunshine from point to point
She is the pot of gold in your rainbow

Ghetto King Judas

They are the terrorists and corrupt official around
Tying pet dogs to a millionaire's tree
Remembering someone, tagging me as one
Refusing my coral cameo pin,
She converted it to a coral choker, her dog

Able to work her way thru our Treasury
Acting as a manager by climbing ladders
She even accused our president of the "Hello Garci"
She even rode on the passport controversy
People around even rode on their paper kite
Displacing people from their homes that they conquer
They are the mean Ghetto King Judases
Robbing rightful heirs of their heritage

Get out of my domain, you prostitute of a bull
You cause tensions around you bagger hag,
Mad multiple ten personalities, laying her fingers
All around her reach, drawing everything to her pig coin bank.....,

Saturday, May 22, 2010

All Mine To Give

I remember a movie of a girl left behind
Tending an orphaned family
Giving all to foster parents around
Under the veil of a bag lady

She gathers, sea shells, buttons, wrappers and things
Anything her fingers can pick
Mother nature guides her through plants
From cascading water plants,five-fingers and things
Planted a millionaire's plant, from branches somewhere
Learned to cook a native fish, wrapped in yellow green leaves
Inside are gathered small native fish called dilis

A suggestion to all mothers cooking for their children
You can serve your family in your own garden
Serve them with a menu, in a table, of their liking
Offer them release from tension, with down-to-earth ladies
Caused by jittery girls with ten multiple personalities

Thursday, May 20, 2010


I encounter point to point in this spiraling world
Controlled by investors in this IT world
Calling to hovering sattelites all around
Did I invent it or it invented me?

All robots powered by cars through a remote
Because of the song to bring back Bonnie
All I know now is a Holy Child
Protecting my soul to His calling, I submitted

Hide me under your wings my little mother
Your promise of protection I always treasure
My child granted me a lease to your presence
From a fairy tale I wove of a rooster's dream to fly

Inspired by the stories about the cockney lady
Selling fowers in the streets
Taken in by a gentleman, trained to speak and sing
Blowing to a candle, following the wind..

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Our Lady Of Guadalupe

Saw a vision of her through cabled TV
Of Our Mother Mary's apparition in Mexico
She came as Our Lady Of Guadalupe to Juan Diego
Who was able to gather yellow roses among the snow

To respond to Her prayers for the world
The bishop of the town built a chapel for her
An artist conceived her as a pregnant woman
Vested on aprons,with a cluster of yellow roses

I remember a trip beyond the border during the late ninety's
We ended on a gallery of canvass paintings
My ticket was my sister with her friend from Israel,
She bestowed me with a painting of yellow roses
Framed in an antique wood of oval opening

To say my appreciation of such blessing
Left my tip to them of sending her messages beyond....
Which I have now of the Lady's image on a piece of log in our town..

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Just A Piece In Her Chessboard?

Do you not realize my Art that she is spinning you around?
Afraid of her shadows caused by her sins....
Playing with you like a marble piece in her chessboard
Around her lover's court calling from beyond.....

Is he some soldier escaping to some foreign shore?
Wrapped with wrath, raping her sister's paradise left behind
Are you the tower controlling some volunteering bishops
I defeated my own legal uncle as a child

Now some clowns are bringing you to my own game
I just engage in one to defend our souls
All I am asking is peace within the confine of our home
But here you are, trying to also tear down, your ancestral home
Driving all of us to some unknown tomb
Bought by your family, to secure their rocks
You even planted some flag in Jesus' Court
Trying to sip every blood in my vein...

As I have been preaching to the little angels I am sheltering
If you become too expensive, I have to unload...

Grieve Not My Romeo

Grieve not my Romeo
For your memory never left my heart
Gathered from ages to ages
Some first, some last

For we are but Puppets on strings
Crafted by man, inspired by His master
We are the Romeo and Juliet, that Shakespeare wrote
Dying to self for His Kingdom

The Master guides his crafts from ages to ages
They line every street corner to channel it around
As the timepiece I bought for a song
It never left my bag, until it reached the destination

Maybe for a widowed named Marina, I met in the church
She was denied her house, as recanted by Lulu
Singing lullabies to San Lorenzo, to guide her souls
She said her heirs were driven to some foreign shores

This reminds me of Our Virgin From Antipolo
A small Icon left by my earthly mother
She is the "Lady Of Peace and Good Voyage"
Wanted to spread her blessings to Samar before
But some twist of Faith turned things around
Causing lives to be buried in the sea by some Vikings

I sing this song not to vendicate
But to give honor to where it is due....

Friday, May 14, 2010

My World Is Hanging By A Hairline

My world is like a ball of string we used to spin around
Now hanging by a hairline to a greater Kingdom...

All I know is I just begged for a son for my Art
I did not know he came with a battalion
Of some unknown soldiers who cried "MAY DAY"
And some Indians sending smokes to save their souls...

I jested my way as a carefree maiden
Brushing off some wooing clowns with laughter
Meaning to be rude is just an excuse
Of mother's wish through a bone

Now I realize that the song writer calling a slow-catching
Bobby was me...
Now realizing I am the clown called "BOBO"

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Pillow Talk

Is it my child you are aborting?
Driving me away from my shelter
I remember working tirelessly to build it
A shelter for us in the storm...

I blessed you with sons are they mine?
All I know is I gathered rocks to leave behind
You would not be contented with my dreams...
Empty promises you followed with your vesting....

For beacon lights stem from rocks built by men.....
In their search for their golden gate to heaven,
These little crafts I will not leave behind
My wind and chimes will lead them.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Eulogy For Nay Tita

With your grace always present, you welcomed me
Waiting for a blessing from my groom's family
Though I was confused with your ways in times
Caused problems for your aching heart, due to delusions...

Now your memory and spirit gives us cause to live on....
Your memory I will always cherish, like a new song.....
Giving light from the stars trapped within our own soul...

A Theory On Solar Energy's Use

When you lose on something, do something to balance in...
Negative energies like ions can be put to service....

Catch them from rays into a silver-coated tin disc...
Store them in some basin inside your yard....
Maybe catch them in some alloy of jade.....
Is this the treasure chest from the East?

From negative points to positive...
Or is it the other way round, whatever is it..
Like the batteries of a car giving light on the road....
Light for your home to free you from darkness.....
Your light to your children coming from your Spirit.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Oil In Nana's Kitchen

Gathered antic rosebuds in my kitchen...
Over from my first visit to Tagaytay from San Andres...
Down to learning making salted duck's eggs in Cambridge
I now post in my PC from cameraworld...

Vast in the waters of Sea World in San Diego....
Everlasting flowers from Baguio..
Just fried French Fries with oils from Congressional St.
Over now in my old little antique banjo...

Born In The House Of Levi

Living my life all-over again...
As I chance upon this picture in my chest....
It is the emblem of my son's clothing,
Embroidered in canvass jeans, with buttons and thread.

Standing beside a small money tree in the east
Bounded in the west by a Chinese Bamboo,
Housed under the roof of a new Vegas....
Shall it be, or shall it not?
The future's not ours to see, a song I learned,
One ordinary morning.

Little Artist In My Soul

By colors on board or magical words
Spinning your magic for His Kingdom
Pictures as far as the eyes can see
Inner heart of soul or light of mind sailing

Came as inspiration whispered by Eve
Mother or daughter in the coop
As pellets are fed, palay or corn ears
Gobbled within your gizzard....

His spirits came in tongues of fire
Swimming around within the vast sea
Then merchants came singing your song
Moving your souls to High Heavens........

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Bordadera, Good Morning Yesterday

They come from the hinterlands of Tagaytay
Working tirelessly with hands
Spinning flax in and out of linens
Guided by needle-pulling-threads
Within the domain of the bastador

A visiting Filipina wanted to buy her painting
With a measely few pesos....
But refused to pay for the shipping cost
Either by land or post office
So after several negotiations dropped her
Like a hot potato....

So I kept it as a collection,
For all the world to admire
With embroidered products like linens
Barongs and Kimonas for men and women

Little Coconut Vendor

Little coconut vendor of the market...
I see you everywhere around
From the market selling grated coconut
Down to Makati exporting dessicated as my Romeo....

As two little boys running the streets ...
Pushing a wooden cart of green coconuts under the rain....
Oh what a beautiful sight I keep up in my memory stem.....
Now always around to welcome me homewardbound......
In the little stand selling Coconut Juice with shredded strands,
For a very comfortable five pesos.

May I Lay My Eggs Lord?

May I lay my eggs oh lord?
Let me have a nest to house these fruits
Coming from my womb of this generation
Swelling within this body....

Like a rabbit....a symbol of productivity....
Don't be harrassed by that fatallly attracted lady....
Just brush aside her suggestions....
Maybe she really is hungry for a place of her own.....

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Keep Still My Jittery Bug

Keep stilll my jittery bug
Nobody is here to harm you
Big brother is around and so with him too

Just remember not to bring home the ballot
Or the metal machines too
Leave them where you found them
Maybe the memories will follow you around

Who knows, it may wrap the food you nibble on
As you quietly rest in a little nook
Your little ones may not be around for the moment
Don't you know these are for them and you
As you turn around each corner...Turn your sail properly too....

Staring At A Blank Wall

My child...My life...staring at a blank wall again....
No kinetic energy from your eyes can leave a trace of you
Unless you work with your kneading hands
From clay or sand or from nature's hue

Each dream you weave with your wand
Has to be quantified by making it matter to others too
So when you cross this path again somebody can guide you
Who knows, I might tag along too.....

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Your Dreams Are So Expensive My Polly

Your dreams for an organ is so expensive my Polly
I am confused on the wants you are showing
Do you want to sing alone without accompaniment?
Asking for an organ without specifying

Is it a noble heart that you want?
Or a soldier's trumpet after a gun salute
Or you want a fencing acrobat from McDonald
Maybe a King with his Excalibre Sword

Or maybe to drink and dine with a stranger
As the Knight Percival searched for a Grail
Now transformed into wooden sticks
Used in a nine-ball billiard table

Don't expect for any commision coming
For you have spent all questions jamming

Selective Memory

I have been using selective memory eversince
As a teaching "Many are called but few are chosen"
To survive within our own existense
As a toddler or within a mother's womb?

To care for self and for the family where I stemmed
Tying the knot, I had seven siblings, with both parents
Now we are three myself, my better-half, and a son
All trapped in the computer jungle, still happily surviving

As I have chanced in the net of a stemmed cell theory
We are truly created for the Father's Kingdom
From a song "My Cup Overfloweth With Love"
Some will offer to catch it and offer it around

In the modern bussiness of franchising as coined
There's room for everyone guided from the center
For His command to "Go on and Multiply"
Sending messages at His Time

For His laws in Genesis within the Heavenly Creation
Recreating itself from Bedrock to the City
From the Jacks coming from the hills
Or from the the Lost City of Krakatoa in Java

Some poets or captain will guide you
Like a voice coming from Heaven

Nine Golden Carps

I feel like a Golden Carp in a little pond

Safe from being dragged into an unkown shore

For the pond built in the garden of my Father

Has a basin beneath that prevents overflow

Than be like a floating casino outside our domain

Where sharks will feed on our flesh within golden scales

I can only offer the beauty I represent holding the Holy Grail

Sustained by the bread offered at His table

Then that gives me the energy to swim around

For spectors to savor in mighty splendour

To payback the due for our keeping

Safely and peacefully in His Kingdom

Saturday, April 10, 2010


She lived alone in a cave, this Medusa

With live snakes in her head

Started with sins that Eve commited

To sentence doom to those who erred

For those who came by, seeking for quest

Who stared into her hypnotic eyes

She suddenly turn them into stone

Where men would stumble around

Like a rock in the Garden of Eden
That was thrown away out of paradise

Because of an apple Eve ate with Adam

Layed bare their plans

From these stones, churches were built

All around the world to welcome all men

To the Father's Mansions with so many rooms

Ready for each heart where he resides

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Lady I See

Lady Mother, in people around, I see you with your son
In leaders of the land and the lowly poor
Still clinging to your children giving them shelter
Being a mother to all through your children

From generation to generation you have passed His teachings
Receiving messages directly from heaven
Without asking for anything but their keeping
With your womb that you unselfishly shared

In the person of the bred or the unleavened
From the Hanging Gardens of Babylon
Before the time of your child
You are truly a dedicated one

I see you in architectural beauty by men
From Taj Mahal in India built for a Persian Queen
It was taught as I song in my elementary grades
Rendered it in water color in High School, start of the race

Men proclaimed his coming, before his time
Rendering their part, with compensation or without
They called you to their palaces, in every part of the world
Until Jesus showed a home, for young or old

Mama Mary guide us through your children
Staying foot at your home without denying anyone
People and events I encounter shared, showed Him
Trusting now within guided by the Father's Light

Saturday, March 20, 2010

A Light Glimpse Of My Name

With my present name Carmen Herrera Uy,
I can hide in the name no "L" or Noel
Or can say I live in ill-I-no-I-s or Illinois
With 4 "r" to my name, I can be Eve with 4 faces
For "R" is my mother's middle initials till death
Resting now with my father and brother's grave

We were all ten in the family when all were living
Five brothers and two sisters I came to be with
All good looking and intelligent in their own way
Finding themselves in our parent's care
We were supposed to be ten siblings in all
Two elder sisters both dying at the age of three

Now only six of us are remaining
"6" like a fetus on a mother's womb
Born in 1946, like Sarah pregnant at old age
Like a larvae coiled up in a cocoon
My wards all impatient to fly to the bloom
A bear awakened from hibernation

Virgin to one man and having born a son
Who has flown from the eagle's nest to soar
Being a surrogate father of many
Though with only one kid he needs to support
After sharing the first bread of life he learned to share
For his name was called before being conceived

Art is the name of my better-half
I gained the name Menchie at my first job
Archie comes from the first two letters of Art
Last four letters of a name that pierced my heart
With the first letter "U" like a cup
With "Y" beneath holding it up

Like a why when we don't know the answer
As Jesus' last words to His Father above
Speaking for those He came to save
"Father, why have you forsaken me?"
His tormentor's as prodigal son's
Carrying sickles to gain the inheritance

Thursday, March 4, 2010

"Veil Of Love" by katha8 on FanStory.com

"Veil Of Love" by katha8 on FanStory.com

After being a bride on June 8, 1974, everything seems to flash before my eyes nearing our ruby anniversary on 2014. I seem to be nearing a tower that was brought to the ground by an earthquake during my maiden years. I remember that I felt the tremors that time but did not bother to be awakened from my slumber in my comfortable bed in Cubao. My mother recounted to me of many Chinese merchants and their family losing their lives in the Ruby Tower devastation in the Binondo area. It never brought me to the ground from my ivory tower built by my parents where I found safety and comfort.

Years passed staying in the ivory tower of the academic world that brought me failures and successes until I finally met a co-worker whom I finally married in my hometown after two years of being steady. He is a Filipino born citizen, in Catbalogan, Samar with both Chinese Mestizo parents and was educated with the Jesuits of Ateneo de Manila. We were blessed with an only son after one year who, luckily is still with us. We stayed with their family, both of us making a living, saving for a house of our own, until we built one on a lot we purchased and was able to transfer to in 1978.

Now that we are not in the best of health all I can pray for is that we will live long enough to be able to share our Ruby Anniversary with our son and friends...if not, be able to accept our journey's end in Jesus' name to hope for a place with the Father in Heaven.

Monday, February 22, 2010

"Mama Mary" by katha8 on FanStory.com

"Mama Mary" by katha8 on FanStory.com

Sharing with you my Faith through this poem. My Catholic Faith was made strong through my parents and relative's help. When I was studying at Rafael Palma Elementary, at Vito Cruz, San Andres, Manila, my parents would send me to our town, at Hermosa, Bataan for the summer vacation. It was the town where I was raised up to 5 years old before we moved to Manila when my grandfather lost in the election. My father served the province as my grandfather's municipal secretary while my mother augmented the income by sewing dresses for customers within our home. Sometimes, she would have extra seamstresses to help her.

When ever my parents would sent me to the province for my summer vacation, the family of Lolo Andres, Lola Puring would welcome me in their house and would feed me with the best of food to the point of denying their children. They would also let me sleep in their finest beds. Their daughter Ofelia or Pe, would accompany me in the room and was my playmate and would accompany me to the church, especially in offering flowers to the image of the Virgin Mary, that emanates silver rays from her hands. Every afternoon of May, we would collect flowers from the plants of the neighbors and would line up in the altar offering our gifts to the virgin. We were guided by adult devotees to the faith especially the nieces of Lola Puring. At the end of May, children and grown-ups are given the opportunity to relive the passion of Jesus and search for His Cross by Constantine The Great and Santa Helena through the Santacruzan I was given an opportunity to participate as a sagala as Veronica carrying her cloth, or veil that showed the image of the face of Jesus Christ, after wiping the face of the suffering Christ, carrying the cross on His way to Calvary. I was wearing a red gown provided for me by the organizers for that occasion.The blood that covered the face of Christ was imprinted on her veil that she used to ease His suffering. It is still kept as a relic to witness the authenticity of the history of the Bible, which I am just understanding now through the help of the Claretians, especially Father Bernardo Blanco, a Spanish priest, and as revealed through meditations and hearing the sermons after the gospel readings in the daily mass at the Santa Raphaela House of Spirituality of the ACI Sisters.

When I was 28 years old, my parents and my in-laws especially my groom, made it possible for us to get married at our hometown in Hermosa, Bataan, in the Parish of San Pedro Martyr, where I was baptized and confirmed. And you know what, in my heart, I was marrying Jesus. My ninang or sponsor in my baptism Tia Lourdes, was around, and some of our guests was able to sleep in the house of my ninang in confirmation, Mrs. Rivera. After 25 years, we celebrated the silver anniversary of our wedding at Nativity church in Cubao, Quezon City, and in my heart I was marrying God the Father. The Holy Spirit descends on me every time I attend Holy Mass usually at the Santa Rafaela Maria chapel, at their house of spirituality, that makes me able to accept the teachings of Christ by accepting his body in the form of the host, to my physical self to make it clean as a temple of the Holy Spirit and live under God's protection and love. Truly I am in the hands of God according to his Plan, and am trying to spread Christ's teachings of caring, salvation, and love, through the help of the Virgin Mary.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

State Of Happiness

Happiness, as I see it, is the state of the mind of one person, where he or she comes to the realization of being a creation of God, one who loves him or her. This happiness is just a temporary state that man experience within a certain phase of time in his earthly journey. This journey is made, in his hope for eternal happiness when he comes face to face with the Heavenly Father and be united with Him.

I was first introduced to happiness as being a state of consciousness in my elementary years, I believe, in the year before 1958, if my memory serves me right. I was very lucky to have been a student of a Filipino teacher that was teaching English in my school. She inculcated in her students love of books. I got access to the books she recommended from the school library. One of the books she recommended was about the character Pollyiana. I cannot remember the exact spelling but I failed to find in the internet the original version of the book. It was about a "looking-glass", which her grandfather gave to her. It made her possible to have a colorful and cheerful view of things around.

This reminds me of the term "euphoria" that I encountered in my later studies. The internet refers to it as a term taught by New Latin Greek describing "a feeling of great happiness or well-being." Modern medicine, and technology has it's own definition and attainment of happiness.

The word "Limbo" was taught before in books of Catholic Cathecism which I was able to acquire from a local bookstore during the late 1980's. Limbo is a place, in the borderline of heaven and hell, according to the book. It taught of a place or "the abode of the unbaptized but innocent or righteous souls as those of infants or virtuous souls who lived before the coming of Christ. Those souls in Limbo are in a state of happiness but they don't see God.

But Pope Benedict XVI declared at the onset of his reign as the leader of the Roman Catholic Church that there is no such place as Limbo. I believe in the infallibility of the Pope. This I believe he declared to embrace ecunemism, which through the agreement of different creeds was agreed on centuries ago. This coming of all nations together, respecting each other's belief without preempting anyone from the promise of God and the happiness and peace that it offers.
Limbo I think is within ourselves, a prison in our mind, through unbelief of possible happiness and salvation for others, especially sinners, including ourselves. We will only be released from this prison, to come face to face with the Father, and be able to look into His eyes if we heed the call of resurrection from the grave of our sin. Then we will be able to live the fullness of life through his light.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Mass In Different Contexts

The term mass as I first encountered it in my early childhood under my parent's care, is a gathering of people headed by a priest. Now, as I understand it in my adult life, the catholic mass is a celebration, as an offering to the Father,of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, to suffer, and be crucified, and die on the cross. This same sacrifice, made more than two thousand years ago, is re-lived by the priest among the people without being bloody as had happened before, during the masses of the universal Catholic church, celebrated around the world. This is also practiced by some Protestants.This is made possible through the power of the Holy Spirit that comes down to the bread, in the form of a host and wine, that represents the body and blood of Christ. The host is transformed to the body of Christ to His actual flesh that was sacrificed on the wooden cross. This is made possible by Transubstantiation during the consecration part of the mass. The host becomes flesh yet still appears to have the properties of bread. This same bread is partaken by the mass participants during communion, to take into their own body, the body of Christ and be part of the sacrifice that Jesus made for the salvation of mankind, and be resurrected with Him, from the grave of our own sin, to be able to live in peace in the fullness of life. For the believer, this is a call to welcome and accept His heavenly kingdom on earth and hope for a union with Him in the Afterlife.

Mass also is the term coined for the major part of the citizens of a country. For some nations, they consist the majority of its residents, which for some countries consist of the marginalized, the economically disadvantaged or what we call the poor and those in the happy middle-ground or what we call the average income group.

From a scientific point of view, mass as defined in a google search is "a quantity of matter forming a body of indefinite shape and mass." Within the gravitational relative domain of earth, this mass is what we commonly know as weight with the international standard being measured in kilograms. Within the universe, depending on the relative location of the matter, within a heavenly body, it will have a different measure. Modern Physics now begins to harness the energy, that Einstein quantified in the formula E=MC(squared), during his time. This means that the energy that a mass can generate is equal to its relative weight multiplied by the measurement of the speed of light raised to the second power. In other words, energy is equal to the mass multiplied by the speed of light that is multiplied by itself.

Thursday, January 28, 2010


Reincarnation, as believed by other religions, is the death of one's physical body and the soul leaving the dead body and being reborn again into a higher or lower form, depending on the sins committed. The form, maybe , plants, animals, humans, and gods. That is what I remember from my Eastern Thoughts subject on philosophy, from college back in the old days.

Now, as a renewed Christian, of Catholic Faith, I have come to understand it as Jesus has taught and continue to teach through the church. I believe that we have only one life to live here on Earth. But our body takes on a "virtual form" here, like a an object, fly, dog, horse, or gods, and finally as a human form. These virtual forms are created by sin, caused by our environment or from within ourselves, if we don't control our thoughts. People around us, who, to widen their scope of authority, or people users, create that illusion and force us to submit to it. Some peacemakers, being children of God, believing in Jesus as servant/master go along with it, without totally submitting to the conquerors beliefs.

Now with the advent of new technology, man takes on a "virtual form" of non-living objects like a car, a cellular phone, a computer, an I-phone or an I-Pad. These modern inventions are necessary, I think, to take the beating by an inanimate object for man's sin. Also, I think, they are necessary to bring the world closer together. But anything that man does, has to be within the grace of God before it materializes.

But of course, man, being created in the image of God, inherited the dominion over other creations on Earth, God's or man's creation. Of course this dominion, has to be practiced with prudence, dignity and conscience, or he will be answerable to the Father in Heaven during judgment day.

These are my thoughts, as I have observed, learned and meditated on the things happening around in the country and the globe.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Wedding of Katrina, our niece

Tomorrow, Thursday, is the wedding of my niece through my husband Arturo or Art. It is a big day ahead. We are attending the Catholic church wedding, together with my son Archie and one of his friends. We will also be present in the reception at a membership club.

It was planned way ahead of time with the blessings of her parents, and the parents of her groom Paolo. It will be a blessed and joyous day ahead.

We have met Paolo on several occasions at family gatherings. He is a very decent and well-bred man. Katrina's life with him, I believe, will be happy.