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song

Mind Games and Coloring Books

 

Soar with me to heights unbounded,

Dreams go on and on

Defying concrete fences

Built by customs’

Narrow bounderies.

 

We can fly high and re-arrange stars

Put them to places we want them

Or take them home if we should,

Linger for awhile if we would

We are the law

In the mind games

I would play with you.

 

We’ll assign the stars colors

Give the comets names

Like we did in coloring books as kids

And for a moment we were  the gods

Controlling the the courses of the universe

As we please.

 

I’d like to wake you up

Where the lashes of the forests

Grew unruly,

Where litters are beautiful,

Orderly not good,

And neatness is not known

Under my decorated skies.

"our mirths" oil on canvas 36x36 by Jeques B. Jamora, 2009

I’d swim with you in the ocean

Where nobody drowns

And the raindrops swim with us,

Crown our heads 

Bejeweled with brilliant wreaths

As we emerge in the surface

Sharing mirths.

 

Let me invite you in a repast

From the bounty of my harvest

Where beverages flow no end.

We don’t have to worry

For the banquet replenishes,

And we don’t have to gain weight

For the body regulates itself.

 

Stroll with me in a leisurely walk

Where time freezes to four o’clock

When the sun is friendly,

The wind acquiesce as the crowd consenting,

And the perfumed path we chose

Under the canopy of greens and blooms

Ends in the sea where the sunset

Prepared us a breath-taking show

In the altar of the gods.

 

Let us hold hands

In the silence of the songs

That our hearts sing in unison,

Promising vows of forever

Witnessed by the dances of the dolphins

Recorded  by the ears of the ocean

Encapsulated by the infinite seashells

Strewn in the bed of sands

Of the seashore where our feet

Are planted in the grounds

Of a home we found in each other.

 

If I could have things my way

I would play mind games

And spend coloring books with you,

But if not,

Would you still love me?

 

Jeques, 2010

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Early Fall (Tula – a Pilipino poem)

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Nalalanta ang mga halaman

Plants are wilting.

Nalalagas ang mga dahon

Leaves

At bulaklak.

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

The trees

Ay nadarapa

Take a bow

At babalik kung saan sila nagsimula ~

Returning where they came  ~

Sa lupa.

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

Ng Buhay.

Of life.

.

Sa kanyang pangungulila,

On his longing,

Sya ay tahimik na maghihintay.

He will await in silence.

Tulad ko rin,

Like me,

Patuloy na umaasa

Continually hoping

Na muli kang babalik

For your return

Upang sa akin ay muling ialay

To give me back

Ang pag-ibig mo

Your love

Na nagbigay

That gave

Sa akin ng buhay.

Me life.

.

Sa unang pagpatak

On the first drop

Ng ulan

Of rain

Sa pagsapit ng tagsibol,

At springtime,

Muling babangon

The trees

Ang mga puno.

Will rise again.

.

Pipintig nang muli

My heart

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

My love

Tulad din ng mga bulaklak

Like the flowers

Ay mamumukadkad.

Will bloom

At Iibig nang muli

And my heart

Ang aking puso.

Will love again.

~


A Match Made In Heaven (A Sonnet For Laarnie and Jed)

A Match Made In Heaven

(sonnet)

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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:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eTjhCsKYvg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGN_pgY10Pg

below is a link when they sung The Prayer in full version – with credits to star01, owner of the videio:

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

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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.

 


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/

 

~

 

 

 

 

 


Creating Festoon Of Memories

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I select salient picks

From life’s garden

Creating festoon of memories.

.

.

I weave them in a tender thread

That binds us ~

.

The longing serves

As sturdy knots

In between. 

.

I choose

Stunning colors

To embellish the wreath

.

.

And hide the sorrows

Now and then.

.

I collect strands of thoughts

And shared laughter,

And tie them with ribbons

.

.

To mark each moment

That I take in.

.

Somehow,

Those conversations

Would ease the burdens

.

Of concealed pain,

‘Til we see

Each other again.

.

I’m weaving a pair of festoon

From colorful memories

Strewn in green:

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One,

I will crown your head

Like wreath

.

.

Where the memories

Would always remain.

.

The other,

I’d wear like garland,
.
Around my neck,
.
.
.
.

It’s pendant

Rests on my chest

 .

Where love

Hides

Within.

~


Crafted From Pain

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Why did you blow the candle off

That used to light my heart?

Now the daylight is tainted

Each day is gloomy since you depart.

.

Why did you cut the thin thread off

That used to knot mine to your heart?

Now the love tale has ended

And we are growing apart.

.

Why did you turned the music off

And stopped to serenade my heart?

Now our love song has faded

Who would replace to sing your part?

.

Why did you ripped the pages off

That hold the treasures of my heart?

Now I am left empty handed

Creating naught but worthless art.

.

But don’t feel sorry I’m not jaded,

You have loved me for my resilient heart.

I would soon be taking off

And soar again to a brand new start.

.

I guard the ‘lil flame inside me

Springtime would melt my frozen heart.

A love tale would sprout some day

And you’ll not play a single part.

.

I hum a novelly and simple melody

The tunes coming inside my scarred heart.

The lyrics are forming slowly,

A love song I’m enthused to start.

.

I pick strewn bits of harmony

Saving each treasure in my heart.

I thrive to live for one more day,

This pain I’m crafting to priceless art.

.

— 

Sad Poem again, I’m sorry. I wish you well. ~ Jeques


Love-Poems

A Match Made In Heaven

(sonnet)

.

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.

~

New Frontier

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Make me your new frontier

Come with me to the distant forever.

To love’s impulses, let us surrender.

.

Come with me let’s chase forever

Flowers would bloom with our laughter

In a new frontier of endless summer

Rains would bathe our hearts with gentle showers.

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Come, make my meek abode your shelter.

And together we’ll live happily ever after.

~

The Promise

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You are my only happy day,

I will hold you in my heart constantly.

I’ll keep you forever fresh in my memory.

You’d be my source of joy till my hair is gray.

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If you decide to go and leave me,

Please leave your sunshine with me.

Promise, my love would stay radiant as today,

Even if your sun would set in me.

.

You’re the one that made this waif soul happy.

He would thirst for you eternally.

~

 

 

 


“Mamang”

~

I call my mother “Mamang.” That’s how both my parent’s family call their mothers, and that’s how we are taught as kids to call her. It is Mamang’s Birthday today, but I called to greet her yesterday because the Philippines’ time is 12-13 hours ahead than my time here in Chicago.

She is 60 years old now and I am in her life for 35 years. Everybody know that I am my mother’s favorite, and I can safely claim that. She is a nurturing mother and that’s true of her to all her four children, even to our father. And she never failed to show this since I can remember.

It is always hard to write something for my mother. Even if I know she will never get to read this (I don’t let my family read my blog ~ they don’t even know I’m doing this). When you hold somebody dear in your heart, words are just not enough. It is my dream to write great stories about her ~ I have started writing a long narrative piece for her and it’s still in progress. I’ve been working on it since 2005, and still under way. She deserves the honor in my writings for she is my first reader, my greatest fan, my source of inspiration. She did not taught me how to write but she taught me how to tell stories. When we write, we have imagined readers in our mind and for me, my mother is one of the readers I consider when I write. That’s one of the reason maybe why I always aim for clarity in my works. My mother always like to read uncomplicated materials.

My mother is always proud in whatever I do. She’s the reason why I kept my life in the right path: I promised myself not to do anything that would make my mother less proud of me. And I have kept that promise. 

Mamang is my life.

~

You’re more than everything I asked for,

More than anything I need.

 

You are my son,

My beloved.

~

You breathe me life so I may live,

You’re the very reason I existed.

 

Mamang, you are my life.

 

To you,

 I am indebted.

~

An excerpt from the long narrative I’m writing for my mother. This is “Mother and Child,” a part, sung by the characters in that work in progress.

Happy Birthday Mamang!

In time, you will read this. And I know you will be proud of me.

 

~ Jeques

 

 


Oyayi (lullaby)

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I dance and flirt with the winds

Revered the grace of wild flowers.

Sniff their perfume that pervades

My piece of eden.

~

The birds serenade me with choice ballads.

Their corale are perched on the boughs of trees

That the crystalline spring waters nourish.

The leaves cup the dew

To cool the fruits,

Crunchy to bite in the morning.

~

Some days I’m bathe by honey drops from heaven.

Other times I’m soothe by sun beam.

Incessantly, the canopy shields me

From the scorching heat of midday.

~

I marvel at the gifts of every sunrise.

Am charmed by the sunset’s tranquility.

~

On quiet moonlit nights

I wish upon the brilliant cosmic dusts

To guide you to me.

As the daity’s hands rock my cradle

And the winds sing me lullabies

To blissful sleep.

~


“1sts” (1. My Earliest Memory)

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       Scanning my pile of notebooks/scrapbooks searching for something to write, I come across my collection of written thoughts about my “1sts” moments. These pieces are dated three years back and I remember writing these with the intention to recapture the significant times, so far, of my existence. These milestones had helped shape my persona. I wanted to record the memories before they escape my mind, and save whatever is left of these events in my thoughts ~ before they are forgotten and lost forever.

       Years from now, I want to read and be reminded of these moments and perhaps relive the bliss I felt when I had it the very first time.

Earliest Memory 

       The earliest memory I can remember is waking up ahead of my parents one morning, chasing a frog that strayed inside the house. I was maybe two or three-year old that time, and though I have a vague vision in my mind of the scene by now – perhaps because of the limited light of dawn also – but I am quite sure of the memory. Our wooden floor, the space at the bottom of the door, where the frog and the emerging daylight passed; the rays like tiny spotlights peeking through the holes in the wall; my limp steps as I chase after the frog’s agile moves. I can not recall if I caught the frog, for I don’t remember anymore what happened after that.

       As I reflect upon my erliest memory as a grown up, I understand now that even then I was already fearless, unafraid to pursue, to chase things. I am the most traveled in the family for that reason. I take chances, I chase my dreams, I pursue my destiny taking me to places. It is not important anymore if I caught the frog in the end ~ or if I would be able to live all my dreams in this lifetime. It is enough that I have tried, that I did not let my life pass me by sitted, dreaming. At least somehow, I have conquered some of them now.

 Here is my all time favorite poem/song that contenue to inspire me to dream. Lyrics by Mark D. Sanders and Tia Sillers performed by Lee Ann Womack. You can search in the youtube for the video.

I Hope you Dance 

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they’re worth taking
Lovin’ might be a mistake
But it’s worth making
Don’t let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone) 
 

~

next time, I’m going to tell you about my first written/printed self-expression. ~ Jeques