Of Towns and Places

quick beats for happy feet trudging cobblestone street singing dancing making noise stopping doing pretty pose crowd screaming with joy whistling, finding new toy mardi gras, by the seaside not that far where i reside
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The bells of Barangay San Jose Rang against the din of the windblown rain Struck from bell towers from four directions The wet July weather deadened the tolling Unable to reverberate in the thick as soup fog Eager acolytes swinging on strong bell ropes Coaxing the brass cones to clang out loud The bells furiously called out the faithful at dawn Loud...
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I went to your city where abound are Pine trees. I experienced an extra chill due to the coldness of the air. As I faced the streets, I find no traffic; automobiles moving moderately across the way so lengthy.   I went to your city where favorites are strawberries; the created atmosphere penetrates unto my nostrils. I gazed at towering establishments, among are wide universities built unto a foundation not...
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I’ve flown a long way from my nest To search for a new life full of zest And I felt so happy that I am really blest In this new lovely home, I found the best. We became flock as days passed by My wings grew fast and began to fly high My colorful feathers shine in the...
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Tears of thunder in the twilight Where free birds sing their ballad Trees-shaking winds with the dancing twigs A lovely afternoon wherein my happiness dwells..   Zephyr blows as the clouds swiftly drift Below the sky is a nature’s gift Stalk of grains drooping on the rice field A celestial view on the lofty mountain’s feet..   Sweat turns gold when the chaff is...
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anyone could sit in an old park bench beneath i’ll leave memories
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The horizon, slightly clouded And magnificently blue Extended to the hills, the plains And the distant peaks The ground, green, is wet With each blade of grass Elucidating delights as the shade Recede with the sun’s advance And all around me The countryside stretches Where trees, horses and Wild flowers can be seen Another morning is spent With the hours in retreat Where the lull should have felt Our...
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Gone is the river of our youth So faint its far whisper No more the way we remember Lost to reach its meander Ripples of the water. O where’s the past thick morning fog White mist had been betrayed We used to see small fishing boats Ghost of steam gone astray And took the fish away. Yet still we have these memories Of...
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  Enchanting the scenery I agree, When I visited this island of Maui. Waves are slow dancing and wind Gently touching the reds and greens. Gliding clouds beneath this azure sky, reflecting the vast color of the sea. Yes, truly amazing the scenery in this beautiful island of Maui.      
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I hate Olongapo because Lolito Go, who is still on the loose impersonating me, was born and raised there. I hate Olongapo because it claims Wowie de Guzman and a reggaeist named Blakdyak. I hate Olongapo because the legend of “Ulo ng Apo” sucks. I hate Olongapo because it is four hours from Manila, eight hours from Baguio and a...
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