Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Light

Invaluable

 

Thoughts race past cobblestones.

Shadow trails behind

Unnoticed

In the green of day,

Rapture-tinged with blooms.

invaluable bloom

 

Gloom conceded.

The once empty lamp post

Now lighted.

 

Images popped

And dissolved in the air ~

Faces passed me by swiftly ~

Acquaintances sealed loosely

With fluffy smile,

Unsure hellos

And unsaid goodbyes.

 

There were no street lamps

To mark those encounters

(Forgotten)

Like the dandelions’

Worthless beauty

Here now in brilliant yellow

Tomorrow but fluffy seeds

Blown by the winds

To uncertainty grounds

That may welcome

Or uproot them as weeds.

fluffy smile

 

Walking past cobblestones of life,

I found you in the corner

Of the road I travel

And took a single fluffy seed

Of smile from your fleeting presence

And planted it in the garden

Of my heart

Where there’s no wind

To blow your memories away,

For you are priceless.

 

lamp post

You are the lamp

That brought light

To the once empty post

That casted shadows

In the corner of the road

I walked every day.

 

For others,

You are but a dandelion.

For me,

You are an invaluable

Bloom.

“Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.”
~ A. A. Milne
 

Jeques, 2010. From his “Traveler’s Soliloquies poetry collection

 

 

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Better Days

 

We’ve seen better days,

But are now diffused

In colors, in lights

With the passing of time

 As it nears twilight.

I watch waves of parting

As the sun sets,

Recalling, clinging

Til the delicate fibers

Of better days shared

I held on so long

Slip away.

 

Better days hover

In places we’ve been

And things we’ve done.

 

I sigh driving around roads,

Enmeshed in the gossamer

Of memories we left behind

When time knows no bounds

And deadlines.

 

Joyous raptures

I spend in retrospection

Like letters sent from the past

I read too late.

We had such moment

Of better days,

But wasted

To the ever changing landscapes

We throw ourselves off

Unguarded,

Cascading like waterfalls

Lost in endless gorges

Never to return,

Flooding ravines

With tears.

Trickling

Streaming

Flowing

Surrendering to the ebbs

Of destiny

That would empty 

Us to the reservoir of fate

That would bring our union

 To the same end

At the right time

Where dawn of endless lights

And lasting colors

Of better days

Await.

 

—–

Jeques, 2009. From his poetry collection, “A Traveler’s Soliloquies”


What About The Morning?

 

When all the grains

Of smile are drained

Through the lips

Of the time glass,

All the joys gone,

Or so it seems,

 

What about the morning?

 

When the refraction of ray

Doesn’t reach you,

Barred by layers

Of  doldrums, and soak you

In the dark marshes that drown

Your spirit slowly

Down the quicksand,

Or so it seems,

 

What about the morning?

 

When all the fragrance

Has left you

Suffocating in the unsought

Scents of things,

You’re ready to succumb

To obloquies that knock you

Black and blue,

Or so it seems,

 

What about the morning?

 

When the sweet tang

Of moments

Tinged your heart

With gawky bitter taste

That numbs you,

And forget their better flavors after,

Or so it seems,

 

What about the morning?

 

When icy days

Suddenly embrace you,

Chilled in the midst of strangers;

Unclad even with coats on, and shivering.

Cold in summer sun,

Or so it seems,

 

What about the morning?

 

When music halted to a final note,

Lyrics suddenly turn to threnodies

As mirth fades to distance,

And absence.

Duet losing words, and songs,

Or so it seems,

 

What about the morning? 

 

View everything

From the bottom of the time glass

Ever accepting each speck of grains

Engulfed by its lips,

Collected in the base

 

Joys

 

Sorrows

 

Memories

 

Moments ever feed you

With fresh grains again, and again

And again, no end. Once more,

The gifts of the morning 

Bring back lost smiles

In the lips of your time glass

To fill your heart,

And think of me.

 

What about the morning?

 


White And Blue

 

And it’s as if some hands

Just suddenly

Switch the whites

The blues,

The lights off,

And everything else,

All the other colors 

Blend with black,

Dissolve to darkness;

Blue and white vanish

To shadows of memory.

 

Like white and blue

Of summer fun

Kite flying in my mind,

And then a raging storm came

To claim it

Paper kite dissolves

Never to return.

 

Like paper boats

Sent off to blue ocean,

Wilting to uncertainties.

 

Cotton soft clouds,

Pristine white

Smudge on blue 

Like powder

On cheeks of youth,

On the calm face of heaven.

And then came

Some turmoil to claim

Pristine mirths

Lost to time.

 

Like some hands

Just suddenly let go

Of their grips,

Leaves falling from the trees.

"autumn" pen and colored pencil on paper by Jeques B. Jamora, 2009
“autumn” pen and colored pencil on paper by Jeques B. Jamora, 2009

 

Canopies losing their verdant color

Green is naught,

Belonging to distant

Summer dreams

As green concedes

To the will of the season.

 

Like some hands

Switch all the street lamps off

Just like that,

And the once lighted alleys

Dimmed to fears of uncertainties.

 

White and blue

And all the vibrant colors

Dissolve to melancholy.

 

Would it be nice

To walk the dark alleys unafraid,

Holding hands with someone ~

To catch the falling leaves,

To feel warm around each other’s presence

In the midst of rain;

To watch the kite dissolve to skies of memories,

To sail the seas on paper boats,

Re-live mirths,

Summon lost colors

Celebrate white and blue

 

And to feel safe

Even in black.

The poem is written in memory of my white sony vaio computer, the only thing that stayed and gave me company for the last 3 years, just suddenly went black, and all files gone to untangible memories. My lost made me retrospective of things I lost that I could never re-claim, but my heart is large enough to contain all the memories.

It was total darkness for the past few days, and the leaves are falling outside my window as autumn claims vibrant life from the trees, to give my lost such a gloomy backdrop.

I found company in my new computer, it’s still our getting to know each other stage for now. And oh by the way, my new pc notebook, his color is black.


Candle Keeper

 

I unearthed you that winter,

And discovered in solstice

That I am your keeper.

 

You’re the incessant blaze

That burns inside me,

You’re my built-in hearth.

Like the fireplace,

My chamber is made of bricks

I guard your flame,

I am the candle keeper.

 

You need me to keep your light

I need you to warm me.

 

Together,

We await in hope

For the vernal equinox.

But remember,

That even in the gray

Of frozen days,

 We endure

The turmoil

Of the seemed endless blizzards ~

We bloom in gloom.

 

You’re the relentless flare

That lit the wintry alleys

When doldrums

Overtook my sanguinity.

 

I coat you,

Steadfast,

Bearing frost bite

And the stings

Of Defeat.

 

I am in your keeping from inside,

I safeguard you

From the harsh world outside.

Your glowing amber

And my unwavering strides

Steer us forth.

 

I see us,

Together,

 

In springtime.

 

(Jeques, 2009. From the Traveler’s Soliloquies poetry collection)

 

 


Klieg Lights(An Open Letter To Laarnie)

Dear Laarnie,

I know this will not anymore come as a surprise to you receiving letters from people you don’t know – from your fans, and I happen to be one of them. I write because I want to tell you something that I also wanted to tell myself, and to your legion of followers, and to ordinary people who would chance upon this message. Perhaps everyone who would read this open letter would somehow connect to my thoughts in one way or the other, and you, I hope you read this before the klieg lights dim your vision and it would be harder for you to see the truth from lies; before it deceive you with its dazzling glitters that are temporary and you’ll never get back to your realities again.

Klieg lights are blinding and they are fleeting. They are temporary – here today, gone tomorrow. They dim your vision so what you see are only traces of the truths and silhouettes of reality, especially when you’re in a stage hearing only the noises of the maddening crowd. You would stand before a throng of faceless people, like a small boat sailing in the ferociuos ocean of strangers and you would feel so alone and cold in the midst of the warm glow of the kleig lights. But do not be afraid, for in that stormy sea of strangers are genuine lifeguards in a close watch ready to throw you life rafts and ropes to bring you back to shores, to anchor you back to your truths when the show is over, to bring you back home to your realities – safe from the lies of the dazzling klieg lights.

You have a good heart and that is your solid ground – you have proven that temporary fame could not shaken your deeply rooted goodness. It manifests in your gift of voice, but it is actually your beautiful heart we are hearing everytime you sing, and that’s the reason we are moved, we are touched, we are driven to uncalled tears the moment you hum a tune whatever the song. Your voice speaks to our hearts because it is actually your heart singing.

Continue singing that way.

In whatever you do from here, continue doing it from your heart. I know you would be doing more in that stage where opportunities abound and possibilities are limitless. You are the rarest gem of a raw talent that could deliver an infinite glitter in the stage. You are the kind of star that would shine for a very very long time. You have a share of people throwing you slime and all kinds of mud to discredit your brilliance but you shine through – there’s no amount of cloud in the sky could ever conceal a bright star that you are. But don’t be blinded by your own light – God gave you that light so you could radiate it to His children living in the shadows of hopelessness.

Continue to be an inspiration. Continue polishing and honing your gift – shine some more until your rays reach the darkest corners of the world where lonely Filipinos and people need a small spark of joy, a little ray of hope in their lonely existence. Always keep in mind that there are children somewhere, dreamy and looking up to a starry-starry night gazing at your Star, and just like you once, wishing their dreams will come true.

Carry on Laarnie. God put you there with a purpose. Anchor your stardom to His purpose and you will not be dazzled, you will not be blinded, you will always have a place to come home for goodness and God is in your heart.

 

 

 

 

When the show is over

And the crowd is gone.

After the applause has faded

And alone you stand.

Remember that I will be backstage ~

Waiting.

After the blinding

Kleig lights

Are gone.

~

I wish you well.

 ~ Jeques a.k.a. nonoisebarred

For more of my works – poetry, prose, paintings, photography – please visit my web nook with link below:

https://jeques.wordpress.com/

Please click link to YouTube video clip to hear Laarnie Lozada sing with credits to LaarnieTV, owner of the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gj9vtSW2d3w

 

Note: To know how I become a LAARNIAN, please read my previous post: The Fan with link below:

https://jeques.wordpress.com/2008/09/27/the-fan/

 

~

 

 

 

 

 


The Fan

~

The dusts had finally settled

From the stage arena

Where the battle was fought.

One genuine soul is left,

And remained standing,

Triumphant with her gift

Of voice

Claiming the throne

That’s rightfully

Hers.

 

 

 

 

The smoke across the skies

Had finally desolved

To the thin air

Of memories.

.

The once fierce bolts

Of lightning

From different directions,

And the dazzling colors of fireworks

flaring in the evening skies

are now gone.

.

And in the clearest

Of midnight blue

Of the arched heaven

A STAR

Emerged

 

 

 

 

A new born modern-day warrior

Victorious in tears

Lightening up

The once dark horizon

With her inner brilliance.

 

 

 

 

 

 And I,

A fan,

Will always look up

To heavens

To admire,

To be inspired,

To dream ~

And wish upon her

Star

That my dreams,

Like hers

Will come true.

One would only feel, fully, how it is to miss home when he is away. I now understand. Since I left my country, it is also when I felt that profound longing for anything Filipino. So I always try to re-connect in anything I could, to be bathed by waves of nostalgia, to get a temporary relief of the aching longing for the warmth of home.

Entertainment has the easiest access, but I didn’t expect it to flood me with overwhelming sense of home, I’m just an ordinary soul after all, a spectator in the ground silently admiring the stars; I’m just an audience, a fan. I only have the mega star, Sharon Cuneta , to admire since I was 6 years old, for she gave my life positive influences with her lasting stellar quality that continue to shine as she age.

 And then, came this brilliant soul dressed in worn clothes, crooning me with her ethereal voice that’s undoubtedly from heaven drawing my eyes to her flickering light from the distance, beaconing my ears to take heed of God’s love sealed in her voice that transports me home. I obliged to her calling, I became a close follower, I became a fan. And placed me to the company of the many filipinos who shared our admiration for her – she introduced me to many filipinos from home and abroad and our interactions brought me closer to home in the many months we fought with her in her battles. All these ease my homesickness. The kindred souls I’ve met, with her singing voice as our soundtrack in the moments we shared watching her from the distance, became my extended family and I never felt alone again.  

On the first week that she was threatened to be expelled in the academy, I was in the church that sunday afternoon begging God to give her a chance for at least another week to share her haunting voice, her gift, her heart – God must have been laughing in heaven, for in the first place, it is His hands that took me among his gathered people to be used as instrument in putting Laarnie Losala in a place He planned her to be.

My prayers was granted more than I asked for when Laarnie was declared winner in the recently concluded Pinoy Dream Academy Season 2. I thought my life with her would end there, but NO! I am haunted by her voice, I am drawn back by people in this group that accepted me like a family. Dlight, is one of them. So, when she prod me to write, I obliged and this is it. Laarnie’s gift had rolled and multiplied showering us with inspirations – let the poets compose poems, let the writers write, let the artists create and let us all dance to the tune that God’s hands direct us!

Let us celebrate His gifts!

(click this YouTube video clip to listen to her sing. credits to the owner of the video stars01)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2R_vT-DNwc

___

 

 

 

 

 

 


Summer, Gone

You came to bring me summer sunshine,

You left to leave me autumn gloom.

Like a speeding train,

Summer came

And Gone.

What happened to the vibrant days,

Where have my sunshine gone?

Why do the clouds just suddenly

Hid you?

My smile, don’t fade away

Please no!

Why do you have to give up

Your sunny yellow ~

Have I not brought

Your life some bright lights,

Why do we have to go apart

In blue?

Would the evening light

Sustain us

In this changing season,

Would it ease

The growing yearning

With its subdued

Glow?

I rest my heart

In this lonely season.

But I would keep our paths

Clear

Of grass growths.

May the railroad

That took you away

Would lead you

Back.

And when you’re tired

Chasing the changing seasons,

You could always return

To an endless

Summer ~

Here in my resolute

Heart.


Notice Me

~

Notice me.

For once,

Just be with me.

See my heart and soul

And let time

Stand still ~

Look at me.

Show me the spark

behind those eyes

That you would not

Reveal.

Talk to me.

Translate your silence

To words

So I would fathom

The tenderness

In your glances.

Write to me.

Send me letters

Of your heart

So you would fill

My empty page,

This void

In my chamber

That patiently

Awaits.

Visit me.

Anytime of day

While I’m awake

Or even in my dreams

In my hours

Of sleep.

Touch me.

Run your finger tips

On my longing cheeks;

Reach out

For my hands

Awaiting

For your reassuring

Grip.

Show me.

What’s behind

Those elusive eyes

So afraid

To stay still

Always looking away

From my direction.

Whisper to me.

I want to listen

To your heart

And hear

The language

Of your soul.

Let it speak.

Just for a brief moment,

Please look into my eyes,

Let time stand still ~

And be

With me.

 


Lovely Droppings

Now that my petals

Are starting to fall,

I fear

If you would still think

Of my colors

When I am gone.

Would you still recall

My sun-kissed hue

If winter

Would cover me

With its freezing blankets

Of snow?

Would you hold me

In my sleep

And keep

My warm thoughts

In your memory?

At spring time,

Would you wait

For my re-birth

To start life anew?

To welcome you.

We’ll bathe

In love

Under the sun.

To grow

Bunch of buds

Of cherished moments.

But soon,

The summer sun

Would be ending.

Before it sets,

Let me leave you

With lovely droppings.

May my colors

Would sustain us

‘Til next spring.

‘Til I see you again.