Showing posts with label Negros Oriental. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Negros Oriental. Show all posts

Saturday, March 30, 2024

Passionate Sunset 2024- Penn Tulabing Larena

 


In the realm of passion, two souls entwine,

A tale of love and lust, a story divine.

The older, a seasoned lover, wise and bold,

His touch, a dance of experience, stories untold.

 

 

The younger, a delicate plant  in bloom,

A heart brimming with curiosity, a soul to consume.

With fragile wings, he embarks on this new journey,

A first-time bang buddy, a moment he'll cherish, a memory.

 

Together, they explore the depths of desire,

A symphony of whispers, a fire ignites higher.

The older, a guide, a mentor, a friend,

A bond forged in the heat of passion's end.

 

The younger, a great thinker, a dreamer, a star,

In the order’s arms, he finds his own spark.

Two hearts beating as one, a connection so pure,

A moment of innocence, a love that endures.

 

As the sunset fades, their bodies entwined,

A newfound respect, a love that's combined.

For in this dance of love, they've found their place,

A connection that transcends time and space.

 

 

And so, the tale of two  buddy unfolds,

A story of passion, of hearts that are sold.

In this moment of truth, they've found their bliss,

A connection that'll forever exist.

 

One word to title this tale of two,

A journey of love, of passion, and anew.

A rhythm that dances, a love so complete.


Sir Penn Tulabing Larena

Mar. 30,2024 5pm 


Photo by JV Lam

                      

 

Monday, May 8, 2023

A Tribute to Roberto " Bobby" Flores Villasis

 

There aren't many writers in the world who shine as brightly as
Bobby Flores Villasis, the Palanca Literary Icon, is a genuine literary knight.

He wrote stories of wonder and delight while holding a pen in his hand, captivating readers with his words day and night.

Born on November 16, 1946, in Bayawan City, Negros Oriental, Bobby Flores Villasis also spent some of his early years in Iloilo City. He completed his undergraduate studies in English at Paul's College in Dumaguete. He began teaching English and theater literature in 1960 at the Liberal Arts Education in St. Paul, which is now known as the College of Arts, Sciences, and Education.

Finally, he started as a freelance writer, He received writing guidance from the late Edilberto Tiempo, Edith Lopez Tiempo, and Albert Faurot. He was a creative writing fellow at both the National Writers Workshop in Silliman University and the University of the Philippines National Writers Workshop, where his manuscript entitled “Storm Signals” won the prize for best fiction in 1974.

Tito Bobby participated in the Summer Writers Workshop in 1966 as a fellow and afterward as a regular panelist. He was also a writing associate at Silliman University's Edilberto and Edith Tiempo Creative Writing Center.

He was invited to teach as a guest lecturer in literature and drama at Foundation University's College of Arts & Sciences. He also served as the school paper adviser and on the executive committees for the First Provincial Folk Festival and the Buglasan Festival, both of which were hosted there.

In St. Paul College, he directs and writes plays like Macbeth in 1968, Maria Clara in 1971, Edsa in 1987, Annie in 1990s, and Life of St. Paul in 2000, to name a few. He was the moderator of the Paulinian Arts Society and adviser to the school newspaper, "The Paulinian." In 2004, he was given the distinguished Centennial Alumni Award in the category of literature, arts, and culture.

He has also received multiple Don Carlos Palanca Awards for his plays, including "Vigil" [1st Prize, 1978], "Demigod" [2nd Prize, 1979], "Fiesta" [1st Prize, 1987], "Salcedo" [1st Prize, 1988], "Brisbane" [2nd Prize, 1989], "Eidolon" [Honorable Mention, 1990], and "Caves" [3rd Prize, 1994].

His short fiction has also won honors from Focus Magazine and the Philippines Free Press. He received first-place awards for "Menandro's Boulevard" in 1994–1995 and "Elegies from Another Book" in 2004 for the latter. Demigod, a 1998 collection of plays, poems, and short stories, and Suite Bergamasque, a collection of tales about Dumaguete's renowned Rizal Boulevard, are two of his publications that have been published. Along with Merlie Alunan, he served as co-editor of Kabilin, the official publication of the Negros Oriental Centennial Celebration.

In addition, Tito Bobby served as the Editor in Chief of Dayon Magazine for three years, and the Negros Oriental Cultural & Arts Officer, of the Provincial Tourism Unit until his retirement. Who passed away on Tuesday, May 2, 2023 at 6:30 a.m. He suffered from Parkinson's disease for many years.
He worked tirelessly to promote the arts and maintain the Negros Oriental history as a cultural officer, serving with commitment and pride while honoring his heritage, culture, and people.

Bobby Flores Villasis, is a literary icon, a true treasure, A symbol of the power of words, of measure. A tribute to his life and legacy, we give with joy, For he will forever be remembered, as a literary envoy.







Halo Halo After Sex

 


 

Sweat drips down, like rain from the sky,

Muscles ache, and bones comply,

Heart beats fast, and lungs inhale,

As the sex ends, we exhale.

 

A cool breeze blows, and the sun shines bright,

A perfect day, for a perfect flight,

We sit and rest, with our feet  crossed high,

As we sip on Halo Halo, let our inner soul recharge again.

 

The sweet taste, of the strawberry ice cream,

The crunch of the halo halo bits, like a dream,

The refreshing taste, of the crushed ice,

Makes us forget the sweet pain, and feel oh-so-nice.

 

We laugh and chat, and share a smile,

Feeling happy, and free from all the bile,

Our spirits lifted, and our hearts full,

As we indulge in Halo Halo, feel so cool.

 

The sun sets low, and the day winds down,

But our spirits remain high, and our smiles don't frown,

For we know that with every sex we do,

There's always a Halo Halo, waiting for me and you.


Halo- Halo after Sex 

Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena some of his works were influenced by family, relatives and friends. Some of his works include Everlasting love in 2001,Escaño Beach : A Memory to Hold  2011, Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016,  The space between us in 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018  Pretty Girl  2018.,Lockdown 2021 and Stranger of the midnight summer 2022.,The Dark Knight in Sept 2022,

Larena is regular travel, historical and lifestyle writer of Negros now daily and Negros Weekly and New York based The Negros Times.

A Poet of St. Paul University Dumaguete and a graduate of Silliman University 

He is a nephew of  Literary icons in the Philippines like Fr. Rudy Villanueva aka in literature Renato Madrid, Dr. Elsa Martinez – Coscolluela,Atty .David C. Martinez, Lilius Pinili,Dr. Tichie Saycon E. Baena ,Atty Arturo Valencia Umbac,  Simon Anton Niño Diego Galera Baena and his mother Leonaga Tulabing Larena .

Friday, April 21, 2023

Escaño Beach : A Memory to Hold 2011

 

Escaño Beach : A Memory to Hold

 

Escaño Beach, a memory I hold dear,

The sand was so fine and the waters so clear,

The sky above, so blue and bright,

The sun shone down a glorious sight.

 

The waves crashed onto the shore,

The sound is so soothing,

I can't ignore it,

The sea breeze blowing through my hair,

As I walk along the beach, without care.

 

The Talisay  trees sway in the wind,

A tranquil scene,

I won't rescind,

The memories of that day still remain,

A moment of peace, free from any pain.

 

The laughter and joy shared with friends,

The time we spent, never ends,

Escaño Beach, a memory so sweet,

A place I long to return to and meet.

The memories of that day still bring me bliss,

 A moment of serenity I'll always miss, Escaño Beach,

 a place that stole my heart,

 A memory that will never depart.




Mr. Penn Tulabing Larena 


Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena some of his works were influenced by family, relatives and friends. Some of his works include Everlasting love in 2001,Escaño Beach : A Memory to Hold  2011, Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016,  The space between us in 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018  Pretty Girl  2018.,Lockdown 2021 and Stranger of the midnight summer 2022.,The Dark Knight in Sept 2022,

Larena is regular travel, historical and lifestyle writer of Negros now daily and Negros Weekly and New York based The Negros Times.

A Poet of St. Paul University Dumaguete and a graduate of Silliman University 

He is a nephew of  Literary icons in the Philippines like Fr. Rudy Villanueva aka in literature Renato Madrid, Dr. Elsa Martinez – Coscolluela,Atty .David C. Martinez, Lilius Pinili,Dr. Tichie Saycon E. Baena ,Atty Arturo Valencia Umbac,  Simon Anton Niño Diego Galera Baena and his mother Leonaga Tulabing Larena .

Escaño Beach Piapi Dumaguete City 



Friday, July 15, 2022

Blood suckers

 




 By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  2008

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 

In Tanjay City He is known as the Good Doctor.


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 By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  2007

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 


 

Sunday, April 10, 2022

Memoir of Calle Tavera

Walking on the evening of December Avenue

The memories flashback of joy and happiness

Parties and funerals got the family together

 

Love of my old man always share with laugher and ever ending stories

A woman in the corner deep inside full of anger and vengeance

 

New memories will always be a family betrayal and pain deep down in my heart.

My heart is so savage that my blood flow to the ring of the joy of hell

 

Someday, all the painful realities that caused my pain

It will make me realize how God blessed me as a strong man in the end 


April 16,2021

Mr. Penn Tulabing Larena 


Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena some of his works influenced by family,relatives and friends. Some of his works include Everlasting love in 2001, Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016,  The space between us in 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018  Pretty Girl  2018.,Lockdown 2021 and Stranger of the midnight summer 2022.

Larena is regular travel, historical and lifestyle writer of Negros now daily and Negros Weekly and New York  based The Negros Times.

He is a nephew of  Literary icons in the Philippines like Fr. Rudy Villanueva aka in literature Renato Madrid, Dr. Elsa Martinez – Coscolluela,Atty .David C. Martinez, Lilius Pinili,Dr. Tichie Saycon E. Baena ,Atty Arturo Valencia Umbac,  Simon Anton Niño Diego Galera Baena and his mother Leonaga Tulabing Larena .




 

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

A Mother Heart

 The strength of a mother

no words can describe she must go on she must survive. you're needed here ,they say. snap out of it , smile , don't let them see you cry.
The tears come when no one is around, let them flow, the pain doesn't go away. Silent tears roll down your face.

It gets easier you're told as time passes on. The pain never goes away! the heartache is still there.


Kathleen Villanueva Daugherty- Bonge
kbonge 3-29-21 all rights reserved



Friday, October 8, 2021

Footnote to a Sunday Psalm

 

 I know you made the growth, lord, from 

which we weave these sheets

 to make our beds, and the petalry which we

 crush and  let alone to bleed, to trap


 perfume, yes and the oak and shore

 and most good things, and even perhaps

 our meeting there last monday in the 

wind, and the dirty book i caught her


 with. did you make the cats she owns? 

one of them bites, you know, and i 

felt like kicking it and I really did 

while she was out riding one of your


 horses. and i know you made her, made

 her with her dewy eyes and clasp and

 hair, made her as you wove satin and 

the shade. god, you are the greatest. 

had you added one last stroke, you 

would have had a sly and savage peer. 


 Sands & Coral 1966


David C. Martinez 1967 Co-editor David C. Martinez was born in Dumaguete City and earned his undergraduate degree from Foundation University.Teaching English ,Literature and Social Sciences in his alma Mater St. Paul University Dumaguete City. Soon after, he entered Silliman University law school, where he distinguished himself as a debater winning gold medals at national collegiate debate competitions. He also wrote poems, essays and short stories which were published in the Philippine Free Press and Weekly Graphic between 1964 to 1971. As a vocal political activist during the early years of Martial Law, he was briefly detained by the military and eventually resettled by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees in California USA, where his family has resided since 1974. He edited the Asian American News in Los Angeles in 1979. Martinez was a double winner in the 1997 Carlos Palanca Award for Literature (English Division) with his “The Amulet” garnering First Prize in the Short Story Category and “Shadow on the Sun” garnering Second Prize in the Poetry Category. His book A Country of Our Own: Partitioning the Philippines was published in 2002 by Daykeeper Press and in 2004 by Bisaya Books. 





Wednesday, February 17, 2021

′′ This coffee is cooler than tubâ: ( Tanjayanon Literary )

 “Kining kapé mas kuyaw kay sa tubâ:

Akò ng napamatud-an kay ag sa usang gabii, naga-inum kami ni Pareng Sidro. Nahurot nako ang upat ka grapon nga tubâ hangtud sa alas 3 nga maoy pagpauli nakò. Ang akong asawa nag-inum ug kapé samtang nagahulat kanako. Ug nakita ko unsa diay kakuyaw ang kapé! Nagsyaggit siya, nagayawyaw, daw nagpangasabá, apan dili masabut kay dili man ma-apás ang iyang mga pulong. Samtang ako, calma lamang, misulod ako sa kwarto, mihigda sa kama ug sa walay langan nahinanok sa kalinaw. Apang akong asawa, hapit na tingali siya mabuntagi sa epekto sa iyang giinum.
Mao nâ, ako naga-ingon kaninyo, hinugay na kamu anang kapé kay makada-ut na sa lawas!”
(Thanks to Nicolas Sagrario, Brngy 14, Tanjay, his contribution for the Book.)


′′ This coffee is cooler than tubâ:
I just realized that in a dull night, we are drinking with Bro Sidro. I finished all four grapons of tuba until 3 o'clock when I'm going home. My husband is drinking coffee while nagahulat kanako. When I saw how scary coffee is! He's cheering, he's dancing, he's saying he's making noise, but he can't understand because his words can't be passed. While I am, just calm down, I entered the room, lay on the bed and without any reason, I was drowned in the clear. My husband is so handsome, he might be affected by the effect of his drinking.
That's it, I'm telling you, take a long time to drink coffee because it's going to be in your body!"
(Thanks to Nicolas Sagrario, Brngy 14, Tanjay, his contribution for the Book.)

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

The Louisville Review for including my poem "The Funeral" in your Fall 2020 issue!



International Poet 

Simon Anton Diego Baena
 


 

VALENTINE'S DAY IN 2014


The light was dim
The table was set
The candle was the witness

Mushroom/Arugula Salad
Pasta in thick tomato sauce
Herbed chicken
Blueberry cheese cake
Bottle of red wine
The music was great

Reminiscent of years gone by
The laughter was pure
Un-choreographed
And true
The dance
It was perfect

Everything was bliss
The movie after dinner
Oh love, it said
It always has room for mistakes
But one who's loving shouldn't fear
Then slowly everything faded
Everything gone
What's left were memories of a wonderful evening
And the hope that one day, love will be forever

(This poem was written on February 14, 2014)




Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Dark Angel

 Ayla lopez  Tuesday, March 24, 2009 


 

Angel descend form the sky,

Going through the darkness of me,
Therefore the angel called the dark angel,
He enter my humanity and possesses me,
To bring melancholy in my heart,
To grant domination that kills me,
To guide me in the most critical way,
To drain my head,

Dark angel kill me as I say,
I don’t want to be here,
So that my darkness will be gone eternally,
There is no happiness that happen to me even a slight,

My heart shatter me,
My soul kills me,
My thought brings me to dilemma,
So what is the point of living in this world with no love? ? 


Poet from Tugas ,Tanjay City  Ayla Lopez Sedon


hi im ayla lopez! ! ! ! my freinds call me ling, ayling, and emoempress...... and i like to write poems........she started writting poems age of 15 years old

Major Works 

Long Time Crush Until Now 

Dark Angel 
Emotions ( Black to Red Heart )




Graveyard

 

City of the dead,

The ancestral legacy will someday ensue, 

The Promised land will soon beckon me to its gates

 

Befallen

With such a blackened vision,

I let go of one very meaning sigh

For there’s no telling when,

For there’s no saying how,

For there ‘s no knowing why

 

Never have I felt this down to earth

The grass I ‘m stepping on will turn the tables one day

As the tombstones are stuck on the ground ,so will I

 

Crestfallen,

I settle into submission

And let out a breath of acceptances

So be it ‘ I say

One last good look before I head away

Emotions gone as grey as the light of day

 

Death whispers its parting words,

We shall meet again but next time it will take forever

I smile ,only to say ‘I’m glad I still have you them

 


By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD 2007

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 




 

Thursday, January 28, 2021

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.







 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

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 





Monday, January 25, 2021

Siquijor

 

Siquijor

By  | 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 




The Old Woman

  To the world, a gentle face, A portrait sweet, of quiet grace. The neighbors saw an innocent heart, Unaware of the shadow prepared to star...