Sunday Matinee

Sunday Matinee

My friend and I went to see a movie

But the long double line discouraged me

I wasn't enthused about seeing the movie

'cause I and my friend have a bad day

Although this movie is excellent

Today also, is matinee and a day of bargains

He bought a bag of popcorns and two pepsi

to munch while watching the movie.

At the end of the show

we quickly head to exit door

to beat the crowd on our favor

Inside the car we kissed and made up

Thanks for the opportunity,

You blessed Sunday matinee.

The House Up On The Hill

The House Up On The Hill

The house up on the hill

Old but very tranquil

Grandma used to tell us,

She played with one of the Castilian girls living up there

""But it was like yesterday"", grandma said.

She was going to a private school,

And grandma went to a public school.

The house was built over a century

Closed to my grandma's age at ninety eight.

My grandma was well-liked by the Castilians,

as a little girl.

I'm not surprise grandma spoke Castilian.

She was liked one of their own.

They were very pleasant and well-met people.

Grandma was always invited to picnics and children's parties.

Grandma's life as a child was filled with great memories,

I'm glad grandma had that childhood experience.

With the family living in the house up on the hill.

Friends are More Precious than Diamonds

Friends are More Precious than
Diamonds

Friends are more precious than diamonds.

Life without friends can't seldom go on.

Diamonds are meant for security.

Diamond, a woman's best friend, they say,

But it's a different kind of friend you bid.

Diamonds can't help you in your spiritual need.

Diamonds can't help you in time of grief and sorrow;

You can't talk to it, when you needed to;

There's no shoulder to cry on,

Just to look on the sparkling precious stone.

You'd think diamond is forever your friend;

You'd think your sorrow and sadness will mend;

But friends bring happiness to your life;

Friends are important in our daily plight;

We can live without that precious stone,

But we can't live without friends to condone.

I Know

I Know

I know our trials in life are far from over

God knows when it's going to end

I am all confused and befuddled

Don't know what to think

I need someone from above to guide me through

I know He won't let me down

I know He's watching over me

I know I am His instrument

I know this is my trying time

I just have to bear with Him

And I know there's a better life waiting for me

at the end of the rainbow

And everything will be fine

And I know everything will soon be back to normalcy.

Grandpa's Chair

Grandpa's Chair

Grandpa's favourite rocking chair

Made of Chinese raw bamboo material.

My good old uncle made it so special

He painted it with yellow-green

Just like the fresh bamboo grove in our backyard fence.

Grandpa was overwhelmed with joy.

On it, he carved his name

Giving us a hint

That no one could sit on it, but him.

Grandpa used his chair as often as he could

He sometimes fell asleep

With me sitting on his lap

While he slowly rocked.

Now that Grandpa is gone

His rocking chair rock no more

As no one dares to explore.

But one night, the chair was rocking to and fro.

What made it rock? That I don't know.

Maybe it's the wind that did it.

Well, maybe Grandpa is paying us a visit.

Rain Storm

Rain Storm

I watch the rain trickling down the gutter

Creating a little creek on the side of alley,

and gently flowing into our doorway.

Thunder and lightning rumble

into the open air like a canon ball

shooting into the dark and starless sky

Illuminated only by lightning flashes.

It was so scary to watch the nature's wrath

I had to cower under bed and cover my head

with blanket and pillows

Outside the wind still howling like a moaning ghost

The rain storm subsided.

Aware as I could be,

I'm still alive, but petrified.

The Moon I Saw Over The Pacific

The Moon I Saw Over The Pacific

I guess it's the same moon I saw over the pacific

Because wherever I go, it follows me like a trick

Mother used to say, "look, the moon is following you"

This bright yellow round light was over at the pacific,

where I was in the veranda lounging and drinking hot cocoa.

I even compared it to a round cheese cake, my favorite sweets

That's how I used to think when I was a little girl of eight.

We even had a game of hide and seek when it's full and bright.

When I hide, it disappears in dark clouds.

When I came out, its incredible moonbeams cascaded above my

head.

Hush, a strange feeling enveloped my whole being.

Western world is where I am now.

When the moon is full, I look up the sky, stare at the phenomena

I mumble few words, thinking back of my childhood in the tropics,

The fun we had, the game we played hide and seek,

And it's the same moon I saw over the pacific.

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

Standing by the sea

For many decades I should say

Waiting for an emergency

When stormy weather strikes

And we get stranded in sight

We await for your flashing light

To guide us through our plight

As we maneuver the tumultuous weather

Without your guiding flasher

Lives would be in peril.

Weather Watch

Weather Watch

Roads slick

Heavy downpours subsiding

Dark clouds

overhanging.

Weatherman forecasts

gusty wind with

light shower

patchy fogs

in the next

couple of days.

Weekends will be

nice and sunny,

High's in the 60's.

Lows in the 40's

The Shining Star

The Shining Star

You shine so brightly like a star on a balmy

night.

The night was young, and we were so in love

You held my chin up to kiss my lips

You and I made a bow we'll never part.

Our love is blossoming into a wonderful beginning

Like a rebirth of new day and new life.

My shining star, you are such a joy to me.

My shining star, you are the light of my plight.

My shining star, you are everything I could imagine

From the beginning to the end.

The Nightingale

The Nightingale

A happy nightingale singing with glee.

Fluttering from tree to tree.

It's singing a lovely melody.

To hear it sing and chirp is a theraphy,

After day's hardwork under the summer sun

I look out the window, with the moon shining through,

The nightingale away it flew.

Whistle three notes, I tried to

I mimick its sound, hoping it would come around.

But my whistling was out of tune.

I felt sad to see it go.

Maybe some night, it may come back,

Hopefully tomorrow to be true.

Unpredictable

Unpredictable

Unpredictable you maybe to foresee,

About your capability and sanity.

I read no mind, but I am not blind.

In my eyes, I see you're more inclined,

To disrupt peace and stability,

At the height of your instablity.

Your forfeiture of life's tenure,

For breach of contract you ignore.

It's justifiable of what has been done,

For an unpredictable being human.

To surmise a bliss,

But say no more aching flesh.

Unpredictable is one thing

But predictably, you're overbearing.