WHAT KIND OF SEEDS DID YOU SOW

WHAT KIND OF SEEDS DID YOU SOW
my son archie

POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE

POM-POM GIRL, INDIAN BRIDE
the run-away bride, your Mount Everest

WAR OF THE UNIVERSE

WAR OF THE UNIVERSE
Seek protection under the dove's wings

Our Lady Of Guadalupe

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

THE HOLY TRINITY

THE HOLY TRINITY
FATHER, SON, AND HOLY SPIRIT

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

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Shall I Fall In Love Again?

Tell me my darling, shall I fall in love again?
I cannot stand the pains of being all by myself
Especially at night when I am alone in our room
Your pillows are all that I embrace as my company

Work at the restaurant seems to make me forget
The uncertainties of tomorrow and all that I regret
Especially losing the chance of ever telling you
Of how I love you and miss your just being around

It has been eight months since you died
Some men manage to attract my attention
But I am not yet ready to give affection
Tell me, shall I fall in love again my darling?

Friday, July 8, 2011

Floating In Space

I feel like a feather separated from the Eagle's wings
Gliding down as pulled by the Earth slowly
For the air caresses me to buoy me up
Resisting the dictates of gravity

I tarry slowly playing in the wind
Going along wherever it leads me
I know my final destination will be on the ground
I hope I end up in some Indian Maiden's crown

Then I will stand as proud as can be
Atop the head of a beautiful lady
Will she meet her Prince that soon
What a moment's perfection that would be

I Just Make Believe In Lonely Nights Like This

I just make believe that we are the personification
Of the immortal Elizabeth and Robert Browning
Expressing their love for each other through poems
Me with the love poems I enter in my computer
And you with your songs on the radio playing
Oh I know I am a fool but a happy one indeed

Another lonely night alone supposed to be
If not for my newly acquired MP3 player
I make believe you give the answer online
To all my love pleadings through verses I write
But maybe it is God doing all these arrangements
Making all His lonely creations happy once more

Saturday, June 25, 2011

My Invisible God

My invisible God of omnipresence
Everywhere I go you seem to be around
Guiding me from dangers to my soul
You keep my mind and actions for your glory

I am just an imperfect individual
Sometimes with some uncontrolled emotions
Of love, anger and frustrations
That I try to avert through poems

My life consists of different crosses everyday
But sometimes with pure joy
Every joy brought by your presence
Some through simple pleasures in this world

But the purest joy is in the quietness of your palm

Friday, June 17, 2011

Under Your Shelter Lord

As long as there are birds in the sky
Trees around to host their nests
Every flower talking through their colors
Inviting you to stay for just a while

As long as I hear a mother's lullaby
Telling stories of wonder to their children
And wind blowing to make the lillies dance
As butterflies of different hues prance around

Then I know I am under your shelter Lord
In a home under the mantle of your protection
Craddled by Mother Mary in her arms
Protecting me like a little child from all harm

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

If I Could Write A Poem For Every Broken Heart

If I could pen a poem for every broken heart
And cook up some words for their loneliness
Then I could say I am successful as a bard

If my verses could mend their shattered dreams
And bring back to memory their lost sweethearts
And even for a moment pretend they are not apart

If my words could color the rainbow they hope for
That at the end they might find their dream of gold
Then everyone will be rich with happiness as foretold

As the lullaby promises pots of gold at the rainbow's end
Let us hunt for that dream as we pretend
That we never parted and are still around the bend

Let Me Cook Your Will To Perfection Lord

Help me cook your will to perfection Lord
Each passing moment as I go about my daily chores
Adoring your presence at every corner
People passing by let me not ignore

Someone needs some help sometime
Let me pen an inspiration to ease their burden
Or color my surroundings like a rainbow
Each hue reminding them of your Holy Presence