A Blossoming Gumamela

 

A falling Star

Ignites from afar;

A vision unravels

A presentment foretells

A seed within the womb

In still regrets entombed

And withered by forces tragic

But still rejuvenated by the magic

Of a motherly faith retained.

In Hopeful dreams regained.

 

Ah,Daniella!

A blossoming gumamela,

In bloom enchanting

With freshness everlasting!

Ever so sweet,my niece

Deliverer of peace;

Amidst the darkness thrown

Your petals reflect the dawn

Price of a forbidden game

Conceived in passion’s name.

 

 

A morning star

Enlights from afar

A vision unfolds

A presentiment foretold

A Flower so beloved,

In still innocence enshrouded

A flower so beloved .

In still innocence enshrouded

Whose purity is unmarried

With a delicate skin, yet unscarred

 

Ah, Daniela!

A blossoming gumanela

In bloom enticing

With freshness everlasting!

Ever so sweet,my dear,

Conqueror of fear,

Through flying kisses of love,

Swifter than a flittering dove;

Fruit of a forgiven love,

An angel bestowed from above

 

 By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  1998 

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD. He grows up in Tanjay  City Negros Oriental . He is an Art Collector, Poet, Philatelist,Civic leader,  Past President of Tanjay Rotary Club,Chapter Commander of Knights of Rizal  Tanjay Chapter and Heritage & Cultural  Advocate 

In Tanjay City He is known as the Good Doctor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PENN (A WARRIOR TORN)

By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD   Jan  2021

 If a warrior were gifted a magical pen 

To change this world's chaotic arena 

Would one write down "Zen" Or invoke the Goddess Athena 

To battle - regardless of where or when –

 As cries extinguish the flame from a broken glass vitrine. 

When visions alternately brighten or dampen, 

Would weapons shine or get patina, 

As raging emotions either fade or deepen? 

No reckoning as to how eruptive or serene a Warrior whose name is Penn 

If one chooses to be as gentle as a puppy over a Hyena,

 Would this valiant being miss the chase out there in the open, 

Even though the prey is a gazelle ever graceful as a Ballerina? 

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD.He grow up in Tanjay  City Negros Oriental . He is an Art Collector, Poet, Philatelist,Civic leader,Past President of Tanjay Rotary Club,Chapter Commander of Knights of Rizal  Tanjay Chapter and Heritage & Cultural  Advocate 

Simon Anton Diego Baena Literary International Journal

 Another great issue of Osiris! I'm honored to be in this issue with Rob Cook , Eugenio de Andrade, Andrea Moorhead, George Moore, Salgado Maranhao, Ray Kefeitz, Simon Perchik, and other amazing poets!

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I'm stoked and honored to be in the 10th anniversary issue of Phantom Drift! Can't wait for my copies. With Ray Keifetz, Derek Anis, Cindy Veach,

Peter Grandbois

, and other stunning poets.

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Siquijor

By Elsa Cabello Martinez Coscolluela | 1 March 2018

Folks say they do not live there

Anymore, witches stitching

Rag figures of souls to slay,

Or warlocks brewing potions

Of bark and root three moons

Before Jesus-God lies cold

On a slab of stone.
They say they have grown weary

Of chanting the same old incantations,

Casting the same spells over loves

Lost or betrayed, claiming justice

For the helpless and oppressed,

Or setting our small worlds back

On their proper tilt and turn.
They say they have their own lives

To live, burdens to bear: fields

To till, seeds to sow, waterjars

To fill, and sons and daughters

To tend and teach mysteries

Of blood and bone, earth and sky,

Wind, water and fire.
Folks say when you first set foot

On the shores of Siquijor

That those you seek do not live

There anymore, but if you truly ache

For righteous remedy, you might linger

For a night: one might fly by

With a magic brew for you.

Author :



Elsa Cabello Martinez Coscolluela is the daughter Carmen Cabello Martinez from Tanjay City  , Negros Oriental. Her poems have received honours from the Don Carlos Palanca Awards, Cultural Center of the Philippines, and Philippines Free Press. They appeared in anthologies and collections such as Katipunera and Other Poems (1998). She is also well-known in the field of drama, having garnered more than twenty prizes from the Palanca Awards in that genre, and was instilled in the Palanca Hall of Fame in 1999. She held the position of Vice President for Academic Affairs at the University of St. La Salle in Bacolod until her retirement in 2010, and was conferred the title of Professor Emeritus. She was one of the brains behind the founding of the Iyas National Writers Workshop, Kritika National Workshop on Art and Cultural Criticism, and Negros Summer Workshops on Theatre and Film.

LOVE AND ANGER

By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD 2021

 

 Love and Anger, Hold your horses,

they are no stranger As we go through courses,

 like baby Jesus in the manger Up until Roman's curses,

when His life was in danger

 

 Love and Anger, Do complement each other!

 Never like a brother arguing with his sister,

Never like a ring fighter clashing with another.

Instead, they belong to one single corner,

 Even though one is unique from the other,

Love and Anger, are intertwined forever and ever.

Notes : This is a  poem challenge "Love and Anger" was a 15 minute poem. the poet could have done better but choose not to

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD.He grow up in Tanjay  City Negros Oriental . He is an Art Collector, Poet, Philatelist,Civic leader,Past President of Tanjay Rotary Club,Chapter Commander of Knights of Rizal  Tanjay Chapter and Heritage & Cultural  Advocate 

Almost Love 2021

 

When I saw violent Calla lilies 

 There's so much tenderness in my eyes

When I saw u in the digital world it lighted my life

 So raise my hands to heaven and pray

A new friend came into my life

 

The flowers blooms and morning calm

Ending the day without you would be a savage one

The moon and sun unity in a good surprise 

 

I enjoy your company even I did not see you in person,

When I saw your good soul appear in my memories

I felt the night you calm and I am restless 

Hold me in the darkness and I feel safe

Every day I need your sweet caress

 You relieve my sadness in this boring life

 

On the third day, I fell in love and 

waiting for your call

As we move to embrace, tears run down my face

Recalling the red stick that lingers in my mind

I whisper words of love, to a person gone for the moment

 I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane

 Without you in my life will be lonely

That we'll be back together someday 

Penn Tulabing Larena, MPA- Poet, Heritage & Cultural Advocate and Professor in Social Sciences

 

"REGRETS"

 

By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  2008

 

If only I could turn back the hands of time,

I would've hindered the blunders of the past,

Avoided the incessant aftermath of guilt

If it were possible to mend heartbreaks,

Stop tragedies from taking place,

 

Settle some unfinished business from before,

Given that very power,

I would've used it without any hesitation,

But who am I to manipulate the course of nature?

 

We all have our shortcomings,

We all have deep-seated flaws,

We all can learn from our mistakes.

 

Crumbled debris of bad experiences

Are he building blocks of my temple,

Thus I try to construct a much more solid structure

 

 

Even when it's already late for forgiveness,

Know that fate or destiny can be both unforgiving, too

So if you've done wrong, just make it right next time

 

Regrets,

Though its minions keep on gnawing at my conscience,

But they remind me that I am indeed only human.

 

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD.He grow up in Tanjay  City Negros Oriental . He is an Art Collector, Poet, Philatelist,Civic leader,Past President of Tanjay Rotary Club,Chapter Commander of Knights of Rizal  Tanjay Chapter and Heritage & Cultural  Advocate 

                             Modern Jose Rizal