Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

“1sts” (7. Nostalgia)


“Nostalgia” (Oil on Canvas, 30×38, By: Jeques B. Jamora, Nov, 2007)


Rare pearls of south sea

Strewn in far off  shores

Conspicuous gems.

 (Filipino Immigration, Haiku Series #5)


I was born and grew up in one of my homeland’s scattered islands, in the heart of the Philippine Archipelago. Our country is embraced by the sea; if God is the ocean, then He must have loved the Filipinos so much. We are constantly caressed by the sea waves come high tide or low tide,  the ocean enfolds us. We are generously showered by God’s salty kisses.

The beach is one thing I miss about home ~ my walks in the sea shores, the brine touching my skin, the sand tickling the soles of my feet, the view of the open sea’s apparent horizon nourishing my dreams. I am now here “beyond that horizon,” which I just used to watch in my walks in the strands.

Sometimes, you will never really know and understand a thing until you stay away from it. I now undertand better what I love about my country, and what I miss about home. The sea is one of them.

My earliest memory of the sea are the mangroves. These dense thickest along the rivers and the tidal shores was my first view of the sea. We live in the inland, so before I saw the endless emerald green seas under the azure skies, my young eyes was already captured by this mystical greens that lined the coasts and the river banks. There is something in their verdancy that transport me back in time.

Mangroves are time machines of my nostalgia for simplier, uncomplicated life of childhood. It brings me back to the summer of my youth, of my first boat ride, of  fishing, of hunting, of swimming in the pristine river brine. My happy thoughts and bitter-sweet longing for my first sunburn.


The Sea, You and Me

I’ve seen how everything are connected

That somehow we are one ~ interrelated.

As I tread the sands stretching to the sea,

And my size is engulfed by its infinity,

I watch in great wonder how God links things.

And How God connected you to me~


The seawaves gently kissing the seashores.

The shore that’s bed to the infinite sands.

The sand that reaches the roads, that lead me home.

The home inside my heart where you belong.


You are safe in my heart you are home now.

Today, as you open the doors, streets you will see.


Walk the streets, it will lead you to me.

The many winding roads take you somewhere,

To the beach, maybe.

The beach where the sands are gathered

Forming the fine strands kissed by the sea.

The sea that stretches reaching me here.

The enormous sea that links you to me.


Thinking of the sea, painting the mangroves, feeding my nostalgia. When shall the salty sea-breeze of home ever kiss me again?

~ Jeques


8 responses

  1. Kevin Olsen

    This post was positively packed with powerful poetry and prose.

    The Haiku has always been a mystery to me. Maybe you could help me realize it’s potential.

    As to your essays and poetry, I am thrilled to see you skill as a writer, especially since english is your second language. I know native english speakers who can’t communicate the way you do.

    Your words are beautiful and promise more than art . . . they deliver meaning.

    PM00000080000004430 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm11

  2. Ely

    Nice painting. I’m a frustrated painter., and i’m envious! 😛

    PM00000090000000330 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm11

  3. jeques


    My works aim to inspire. I’m just a self-taught artist, never had formal education, I just wanted to paint so I did. My advise: get some materials, find a corner and create. You will never know what you can do until you try and do it. Feed your soul if its hungry to paint. Don’t waste the gift God has given you.

    Wishing you inspiration.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM00000090000000930 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm11

  4. jeques


    I used to regret not to have the chance to attend formal education on my true passion: The Arts and Writing/Poetry. But true passion, it is, I did self study, self exploration, and experimented. I was just a reader and admirer of arts when I started. I know my soul hunger for something and I have to feed it. I went through winding roads before arriving to what my soul really wanted to do. I believe I am home now. So here I am a nurse by profession, but a true artist/writer by passion. God put us in some place for a reason, God put me to the nursing profession so I can afford to support my family back in the Philippines while I do my passion.

    Haiku. An original Japanese ancient literature, and the shortest. I discussed thoroughly Haiku in my blog entry: “Discovering Haiku While I Am Waiting” I reposted it for you, so you can take a closer look of the form.

    Thank you very much for your encouraging words. I’m glad to be doing collaborations with you. I’m here to help the best I could.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM00000090000000530 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm11

  5. Pingback: “1sts” (7. Nostalgia) (via Jeques’s Web Nook) « Jeques's Web Nook

  6. You are one of the most inspiring artists I’ve ever know.. Such a pleasure to read and see your work. Have a lovely day:)

    PM00000060000002130 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm06

  7. I just pay forward the inspiration I get from kindred spirits I’ve meet in the realm of the net as I read and write.

    The circle of things: we give, we take and round and round. It is good to be part of the cycle and to belong.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM000000120000003430 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm06

  8. very powerful!

    AM00000090000004330 10, 2007 at 12:00 am06

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