MY PEOPLE: LOVE FOR THE MOTHERLAND

 

(Mass Recital from the work of Andres Bonifacio and Jose Corazon de Jesus)
Luis G. Asuncion

"My country Philippines, 

Land of gold and flowers, 

Love in the palm of her hand, 

Offering beauty and beauty."

Ahhh! Philippines...Philippines...that's my country.
Before the Spanish came, it was a paradise,
which our ancestors embraced
from Monday to Sunday.

"Which love is greater than that",
by Gat Andres Bonifacio in his poem.
"in purity and greatness",
who are youths who are false in spirit.
"like love for the motherland?"
where was i born In the land of the great.
"Which is more love? No more, nothing"
Of the forgotten youth.

"And with her soft and beautiful, 

Foreigner was attracted, 

My people, you were captured, 

Fallen in suffering."

Hahahaha! It's nice to paddle in the water freely
so the foreigners were impressed by her beauty
of the Spaniards in my town he captured
to the mud immersed in suffering.

"Read the mind over and over again"
the language shared by our dreams
"and one by one try hard"
the litanies of chorus and song.
"the word and living print and letter"
from the wealth of the mired
"of a person it observes"
the friar's contempt

"Holy love when you are the worthy"
with the mind and intellect cultivated
"in the honest heart of anyone,"
mutual love makes the stomach growl.
"ambit forest people, poor and ignorant"
Indians, we are labeled
"becoming great and respected"
from the heritage of Rizal idol of the Katipunan.

"Even a bird that is free to fly, 

cage it and cry, 

It's still a perfect beauty, 

The one that doesn't want to climb!"

Huhuhu! You, me, we all get bored
from the lines of the Spanish monarchy which are insidious
forcibly claimed our great wealth
but do not know how to fight.

"Praise is full of desire"
what we dreamed of in Spanish bangag
"in the town of the man of honor and caution,"
of our ancestors who cared faithfully.
"sing, rhyme, compose and write,"
those are the litany of the heroes who have awakened
"they also reveal a lot"
the love that is pure from the heart and opened.

"My country Philippines, 

Land of gold and flowers, 

Love in the palm of her hand, 

Offering beauty and beauty."
"And with her soft and beautiful, 

Foreigner was attracted, 

My people, you were captured, 

Fallen in suffering."
"Even a bird that is free to fly, 

cage it and cry, 

It's still a perfect beauty, 

The one that doesn't want to climb!"

FACE2FACE

I was born with mucus but was careful of the matter as a child my nose is destined to breathe of fresh air from the north. The day of the pandemic came feared by the whole audience so that the study is delayed a few months to meet. I wanted my talent to show but it has not been easy to get to in the school of many specialists and blessed students. Now, I don’t know if it’s ready to face them again and show our hope to be steadfast and lift others.

SALARY

What if there's none?

What if there's noone to show?

What if there's something?

What if there's even and odd?

What if there's paper to glow?

Thunder of serials

Thunder of blue and yellow

Thunder of purple

Thunder of heavy dark reds

Thunder of thicker orange.

CHICKEN LECHON

Thy aroma meat

Chances of deliverance

To love thy pleasure.

Licking bone endure

The melting oil of sweetness

Meaty flawless fats.

Chicken wings and legs

Be my guest and wondering

All belief encore.

HEAT UNDER THE COOL LIGHT

Wonder I believe

Caress under the sun blow

Help to unite glow.

Believe the wonder

Deliver thy angel down

Caress beneath blow.

Run, run and blowing

Believe you'll never survive

Far you shout our throw.

ESSENCE OF MILKTEA

  

At sunrise from dawn

It's like a tickle caressing every ray

Until sunset at dusk waving. 

Hold a milk tea that is absorbed but useless

That gives comfort to every sweat that seals

At sunrise from dawn.

Wanted to fight for the status of the wanted but became dumb

Thy sweat is still dripping and I can't get rid of it

Until sunset at dusk waving. 

Keep walking to have a purchase

Of milk tea for my body to warm and soothing

At sunrise from dawn 

Common, let's go and buy once more

For one tickling caress of body sweat

Until sunset at dusk waving.

Encore, no enough budget 

For be in love of trouble wallet 

At sunrise from dawn 

Until sunset at dusk waving.

-Luis G. Asuncion 26/05/2021 2046hrs

IN LOVE OF REGGAE

Listening the reggae music is one of my favorite times to engaged,

While dribbling my head away from upside down of memories,

Strumming the guitar from downside to uptown hills,

Blowing thy saxophone meant for trembling the bass line of voice.

Rumbling the left and right passing the ball fast forward,

Glowing the ministry of faithfulness from the change of mood,

Hence, the glorious past of heaven above, I love thee,

Encore, the best I love to manage my creativity here.

Saxophone is in the above from the middle of nowhere,

Changing the notes of each line in the chords,

In the melody of passion of passive and madness,

Vigorously telling all the truth to light from darkness.

Let the sunset be a sunshine of truth,

In the means of your saxophone of melodic reggae.

-by Luis G. Asuncion = 25/05/2021 1831hrs

CUP OF MILK

After heating the water in the pot,

I pour it together with milk in the cup.

Taste the aroma and stop

To think what’s solemn in the trap.

Before, the aroma of a coffee

Splendid in my tee

Either black or white to be

In a magic in for me to see.

Waving my head thy wonderful tease

Blended in the morning gaze of piece

While lovingly zipping this wonderful chalice.

What’s the essence of this cup of milk in peace?

by Luis G. Asuncion

LITERARY PRAYER

My students, are you ready to study?

Let us pray first to mediate the presence of God.

Let us feel His presence and prepare ourselves with glorious words,

In literature full of spirit and this is the beginning.

Good afternoon, Lord Jesus.

Please do guide us completely

So that we can pour the tanaga or song that is about to run out.

Give us a good spirit to study the literature and we rejoice.

Our stories will come out from our itchy tongues.

Thank you very much, our Lord.

In hearing our prayer.

You’re not missing out on what we’re asking

And always stirs our emotions.

Here are the fliptop enthusiasts for literature we’ll embrace

Our hearts may be kindled that give us a good outfit.

Strange metaphors that our tongues will be using.

Create beautiful poems to be pleasant.

Again, we exalt Your Holy Name that is very great and full of attention,

Lord Jesus Christ, we pray and everyone should say “Amen.”

--Luis Asuncion

MY LITTLE PRAYER

Trying to reach dreams for my taste

the heart burns to give enlightenment.

I opened my eyes, prayer is the beginning

to ask the Great Creator the strength of my daily needs.

I, you, all of us must be given and exercised

the extraordinary awakening, which bow to give vitality and full strength.

What else is my prayer?

Prayer that I will digest in the hearts and minds of my countrymen

to pay tribute and work to improve.

Encore, help me God.

       --By LUIS G. ASUNCION