The need for change . . .
the longing for something new.
begin everything with the prayer.
Last february and march, I bathed in the sweetest summer sunshine in my country during my home-coming. It was the beginning of summer in the Philippines and my way of cutting short – to escape – the Chicago winter. When I came back last April, it was springtime and the flowers were in bloom.
This year’s seasons came in such a peculiar cycle for me. I had a short cut of winter, had an early summer that came before springtime and now, it’s summer, again! The precious gift of travelling: it could alter time and the seasons. It did for me.
I am spending most of my summer time outdoors. I’m like a beaver gathering woods building dams to enrich myself with the tools I need for my next writings and paintings or like the old adage said, saving for the rainydays. I thought I need a change of landscape in my works. I need to widen my perspective in both my writing and art and the best way to do that is to spend more time outdoors exploring, gathering woods to build new forms in my creations.
I am afflicted once more of the itch to travel. I don’t really need to go far. A simple walk in the lakeshore, or go further in some corners of the park I have not seen, or discovering some green patch in the city where the fresh air is free, or picking wild flowers along the railroad, or driving through the narrow alleys of the city, or going to exotic markets of other immigrants like me, or driving interstate, or exploring and viewing the city from a different angle like I did yesterday going for the breath-taking River and Lake architectural tour of Chicago.
We can’t just sit and write poetry or create arts all the time, sometimes we need to go out and live it, too.
Breath-taking river and lake architectural tour of Chicago.
(formerly)Sears Tower, now Willis Tower.
Closer view of the Willis Tower
The bridges we see in movies that give way to ships.
Water gateway to the great Lake Michigan
Short break at the boat’s cafeteria
The Trump tower and hotel
Jeques, July 26, 2010. Wendella River and Lake Architectural Tour of Chicago.
We travel to open our eyes,
To the world
Different from our own . . .
in the temporary dwelling place
under a roof where many dwellers took shelter
to innhale the earth’s fresh breath, of whissling winds and singing lake.
to commune with the locals
to be part of her inhabitants
to belong to her community
to reside in her home
to feel safe
to become part of her family
to go back in time following the signals of the earth’s light house
to dock ashore
to anchor in her harbor
to find comfort in her warm embrace
to walk her streets
to taste her produce
to dine on her table
to shop in her market
to buy her products
to met up with young artists
to befriend her vendors
to ride on life’s carriage
to blend with the commuters
take a train ride around town
to be amused by performing artists, jugglers
to be child-like again
to find that quietude in spite of the turmoil
to find internal peace in the midst of the present and ancients wars battling in our heads
to be enriched by the heritage
to feel refreshed and renewed
to be reinvigorated body and soul
to thank the heavens for the graces
to seize the moment
to bless the day
to bathe in the earth’s fountains
to be reassured we are part of the streams of the universe
to be ready for our next trips
to sail forth
to embark in life’s new journey again
on and on.
The destination ever beaconing in the distance
We are part of heavens’ immense plans
each one of us is a special thread
that makes up the universe’s colorful tapestries.
. . . Their part of the world and mine are no different afterall,
We take shelter in the same roof
Under the same arched skies.
(Kenosha and Racine, Wisconsin, July 31 to August 2, 2009)
Jeques’s Weekend Birthday Getaway, July 31 to August 2, 2009: Kenosha, Wisconsin.
Just the first day, more pictures to come!
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What if you are given the chance?
The chance you dreamed about and wished for, since your life’s springtime . . .
What if suddenly, you awake to that dream and walk the future that you only thought about from your distant past?
What if the future is now?
What if dreams are after all just dreams even when you are living them as they take forms, and colors becoming tangible to your senses?
These things happened to me in a weekend.
I was a New Yorker, walked the streets of Manhattan and lived my teenage dreams.
Lessons From Autumn
BY: Jeques B. Jamora, fall, 2008
The earth calls the leaves to come home
My crying couldn’t stop the changing season.
Like my tears falling on my chest,
The autumn leaves return to the earth’s breast.
The winds of fall sing lonely tunes
The shy smile of dawn turns the day to gloom.
The heavens weep soaking the trees with rain,
As I watch you leave and endure the pain.
Destiny’s taking back my joys of spring,
My crying couldn’t stop you from leaving.
Like the leaves falling to the earth’s bossom,
I’ll await in silence ’til you come home.
The trees and the leaves taught me acceptance;
The earth taught me to wait for second chance.
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I feel for the tree this season
The autumn leavings make me sad.
The tree must be cursing the winds
He doesn’t want his leaves to fall.
Like I sometimes loathe
The changing season
For I don’t want to lose a friend.
I feel sorry for the leaves this season
Their descent makes me sad.
The leaves must be praying
Their would be no rain,
For they’re afraid to fall.
Like I pray the departings
Would be less painful ~
Though I need to set a friend free.
For no matter how the tree keeps its strong grip;
How the leaves keeps on clinging,
And me keeps on holding on ~
I know we need to let go
And accept the changing season.
The tree, the leaves and I
We are sad of the Autumn leavings.
For we don’t want to lose a friend.
Waiting, I sit on the city’s park-bench
And observe the busy pedestrian
Like a parade, as time moves in a cinch.
Some images conjure up memories
Bringing pain back that feels like heart pinch.
Reminding me of sad journal entries.
Some happy thoughts, too, unreel in my mind
As strangers traverse the concrete walk ways.
Evoking flashbacks like films in rewind.
People swarm the makeshift stalls of flowers
Picking colorful blooms in varied kinds.
Their petal droppings are lovely litters.
But I doubt it would be conspicuous
To the eyes of a city street sweeper
Whose life a routine and contenuous.
A grain of sweat trickles on my forehead.
My body reaction is congruous
To summer heat ~ it shines like precious bead.
The sounds of busy traffic in the street
Subdue the past’s bells ringing in my head.
Years go on, but things hasn’t changed a bit.
And then, I feel light pats on my shoulder.
I see your face, my waiting is over.
When was the last time you paid attention to the details of life? ~ Jeques
Nalalanta ang mga halaman
Plants are wilting.
Nalalagas ang mga dahon
and flowers descending
Natitigang ang lupa
The grounds are drying
Sabay ng pagtulog ng mga batis, ilog at lawa
As the springs, and rivers, and lakes fall asleep
Sa pagsapit ng taglamig.
With the coming of winter.
Sa kanilang pagkaidlip,
On their sleep,
Ang mga puno
Take a bow
At babalik kung saan sila nagsimula ~
Returning where they came ~
To the grounds.
At doon ay hihimplay
And ’tis there that they would sleep
Mag-aabang sa muling pag-agos
To await again for the ebb
Sa kanyang pangungulila,
On his longing,
Sya ay tahimik na maghihintay.
He will await in silence.
Tulad ko rin,
Patuloy na umaasa
Na muli kang babalik
For your return
Upang sa akin ay muling ialay
To give me back
Ang pag-ibig mo
Sa akin ng buhay.
Sa unang pagpatak
On the first drop
Sa pagsapit ng tagsibol,
Ang mga puno.
Will rise again.
Pipintig nang muli
Ang aking puso.
Would start to beat again.
Sa iyong pag-babalik,
In your return,
Ako ay mabubuhay ng muli ~
You will breath me life anew ~
Uusbong ang mga dahon,
The leaves would sprout,
Mula sa mga lanta na sanga ng puno,
From the wilted twigs of the trees
Ang aking pagmamahal
Tulad din ng mga bulaklak
Like the flowers
At Iibig nang muli
And my heart
Ang aking puso.
Will love again.
A Match Made In Heaven
Allow me to limn your soul with my words,
Let me trace your aura with my fingers
So my pure heart’s lyrics could strum your cords.
Come near, let’s create love-poems together.
Permit my soul to croon you a lovesong.
Open your core to me so I could hear
The ballads of your soul I’d hum along.
For Our hearts blend well in duets dear.
My sweet paired rhymes proclaim our love’s essence
And you’ll be the voice behind my verses
For melodies define our existence
That would soothe every listeners’ senses.
Angels usher us to our destiny.
Heavens paired us in perfect harmony.
I wrote this sonnet and I thought it is perfect poem for Laarnie and Jed. I watched their guesting in the show Boy and Kris and they have such lovely chemistry with powerful “KILIG” factor. Their voices make a perfect blend one could not help but fall in love just hearing them in perfect harmony together.
please click YouTube video clips below to watch them sing impromptu – with credits to dekloy, owner of the video:
below is a link when they sung The Prayer in full version – with credits to star01, owner of the videio:
I’m an Ilonggo, and I have some few personal encounters with Jed when he was just struggling as a singer in Iloilo as the lead singer of “Dye Vest Band,” they used to be very popular in western visayas. Jed used to visit the stores I manage – Penshoppe and Oxygen in Roxas City and Iloilo and I had some brief chat with him as a customer in my stores(I doubt he even remember), but in those brief encounters with him, I can attest he is a good person with a beautiful heart which in my opinion is a perfect match for our princess, Laarnie.
Other than Ronnie Liang, Jed is on the top of my list among the established stars that would make a perfect loveteam for our star – I thought he would compliment Laarnie’s gift with their great voices and our princess would be in good hands with this certified good hearted star. I don’t necessarily expect, and-they-live-happily-ever-after kind of thing, what I’m saying is the match would surely make good and strong impact. If they take their relationship to the next level, it’s really up to them – who are we to teach their hearts?
I look forward to see and hear them sing love songs together. I hope ASAP would put them in a segment where they would sing duets every sunday.
For their hearts blend well in duets dear.