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

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

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"

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...,

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.