To Give Flesh to One's Faith
By: Karl Gaspar
It is no longer a joke
to give flesh to one's faith
in a time and space
Matthew 25:40
is only for fools
who look up to the sky
for sign
and live in the city's periphery
devoid of choices.
In a scenario of tumultuous events
and tempestuous cries in the streets
how can one take seriously
john 15:12
knowing that if one were
to love with the passion of the earth
he/she will need to survive
floods and droughts.
So why must it be
that to find the sun
one has to stand in the rain
that one can only dream of freedom
when caged in the nightmares
of the damned.
“BUS RIDERS”
By: Gloria Garchitorena-Goloy
These ruminants on the run, when they travel,
travel a mobile mental mileage metered
by the depth and distance of their dreams:
a stern silence isolates their brotherhood
from each to each even where a truant high
kneads against its sudden mate.
(How well the guise is glared!)
the vehicle screams an overweight,
less of flesh, more of mood
ferried burdensomely with heavy fettered
lives sitting out a fleeing trap by
the windows of the mind.
Tight the spell upon the vacuous space!
And all the gathered transients strain against
the bus bursting seams.
But it will break when all who have not sat
and stood disperse their thoughts
with an ambivalent sigh,\disperse them at the
corner of goodbye.
God Said
“I made a Man”
By: Jose Garcia Villa
God said “I made a man”
out of clay-
But so bright he, he spun
Himself to brightest day
Till he was all shining gold,
and oh!,
He was hand some to behold!
But in his hand held he bow.
Aimed at time who created
Him and I said
'Wouldst murder me'
Who am they Fountainhead'
Then spoke he the man of gold:
'I will not
Murder thee! I do but
Measure thee. Hold
Thy peace. “And this I did
But I was curious
Of this so regal head
Give they name!- Sir! Genius”
Leaving as heritage this islet this poem,
You and I, this country yours and mine,
This child dreaming on the edges of life.
