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

                      

 

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 .

The Dark Knight 2022

 

Dark Knight

 

The night was dark, and the air was thick,

No moon shone bright, no stars to pick,

Blackout only us, and the heat was on the rise,

Sweat trickled down all over my body, like tears from my eyes.

 

Amidst the darkness, a knight appeared,

His armor dark, his heart ungeared,

He braved the heat, and fought the night,

With courage and might, he held his plight.

 

The darkness whispered, and shadows crept,

The air was still, and silence kept,

But the knight stood tall, his will unbroken,

Defying the heat, and words unspoken.

 

The night wore on, and the heat grew worse,

But the knight stayed strong, his sword averse,

He battled the darkness, and vanquished the heat,

His strength and courage were an unyielding feat.

 

And when the dawn broke, and the darkness fled,

The knight emerged, with sweat on his head,

He looked up high, at the rising sun,

And knew that his battle was finally won.

 

For he had fought the night, and won the day,

His bravery and strength, are a tribute to say,

That in the darkest hour, when all seems lost,

The knight of the dark will bear the cost. 

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 Spet 2022,

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

A  Poet from St. Paul University Dumaguete and graduate from 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 .

Perfection 1985

 

As I'm going through life, a scenario pops into my head.

 A created disorder that scoffs at the idea of a future.

 A stumble while I was entering a throng

I kept my posture straight and worked hard to keep quiet.

mouth making such whispers and high-pitched giggles:

Stunningly evil eyes look at the large window

 stepping into the path of onlookers who may have differing opinions

 I keep second-guessing if I came out as too commonplace.

 

 

Everywhere there was style and sophistication

On their face is engraved the desire for perfection.

Snakes nest on their neck.

Consider me as a small speck in your eyes.

You must stride straight.

And keep it light.

formally attired as they say,

Every day, you are being handled like a machine.

 

 

 

I think my best option is to whimper.

 But all of a sudden, reality hits me in the face.

 All of their expectations were crushed, and I'm still improving.

 for an unacceptable letdown.

 The desire for perfection is universal.

 And everybody wants to be noticed.

 They desire to possess everything.

They are fixated on perfection. 

Perfection  Luca Tanjay City 

Leonaga Tulabing Larena 

Hopeful Juan

 

1.            MYSTERIOUS

 

Your plans are obscure

Yet thankful for the light though

It remains unsure.

 

2.            SHADOWS

 

Shadows are dark shapes

Hide the pain and let it in

Will bring the sun again.

 

3.            SPOKEN

 

The nation has voiced

Answers are fuzzy and sweet

Accept and believe.

 

4.            PATRIOT

 

True loyalty comes

From the echoes of thy heart

Where peace thus resides.

5.            FAITH

 

Let faith come with you

As you move forward with life

Beauty is in hope

 6. HOPE

                  

One voice, one people

Conclusions we have to make

Win or lose, there’s hope

 

   7. CHARACTER

   

Your choice does matter

But will never be on you

Say who’s, against you

 

8. INNER PEACE

 

Its raging anger

Drop the unwanted baggage

Cry for inner peace.

 

9. CITIZENRY

 

There’s so much to say

Listen to the nation’s plea

Come all, let’s unite!

 

10. CHOICE

 

In this world called life

Choices are sometimes questioned

No matter what, breathe. 

The introduction of haiku writing in the Philippines can be traced back to the influence of the Japanese occupation, 1941 – 1945, and by understanding it you can have a better understanding of how Japanese literature was introduced and what we have gained thus far

 

In Negros Oriental  this poetry heritage from the Japanese to the Filipinos thru our English Professor Dr. Tichie Ann E. Baena Ph. D who is passionate to make a Haiku poetry alive in her hometown Bais City Negros Oriental and St. Paul University Dumaguete where she is currently a Professor in Communication and Literature. 

 

 

The Ocean with Me

 Come to the ocean with me ,

Down to the deep blue sea.

The corals ,the fish , and sea turtles too. They are down in the deep blue sea. Come to the ocean with me , Come play with me .

The seahorses, sea urchins are waiting patiently. Down in the deep blue sea. Come to the Ocean with me The waves are so beautiful to see.

Come to the ocean I will be waiting for you to play with me. Dedicated to my Lilybug

Who loved the ocean I Love You Lilliana my Lilybug

Lola / Katbonge 3/18/21

Kathleen Villanueva  Daugherty- Bonge 

"Cuernos de Negros"

By Elsa Victoria Martinez -Coscolluela

The gentle rustle of mountain spirits
Unspool memory as the lamplight leaps
Into a sudden dance: once a child
He had watched his father clearing grass
Grown wild; he had sought and staked
His kinship with the sower's stance
And drove the plough with his bare hands.

Up in the sky he had scanned the slopes
Of his father's mountains: gently winding
Down, the river ran from the bubbling spring
And split and multiplied across the heaving
Fields so richly pied with fruits
And ferns and flowers; now scourged by dry
Winds whipped by the sun's thieving eye.

Midnight under the cold white moon
And dim, dying stars, he returns and wonders
Still at the curious call of dark birds,
The plop of frogs on a quiet pond, cicadas
Crying about the trees, the swish of scythes
At harvest time, and the boy that ran
Singing down the winding mountain slopes.

At dawn, through the clearing fog, steel
Structures rise close to the sky, dig
Deep between the mountain's horns, suck
From its stones its majestic core of power.
In time, the springs will die, and all
Will genuflect before the powerful spires.

In time they will not remember, but perhaps
When they grow old, they will see visions
Of Cuernos de Negros in their dreams.

(1975)


Source:
A Habit of Shores, ed. Gemino H. Abad, University of the Philippines Press, 1999.

DUMAGUETE CITY AND THE CUERNOS ~ Here's a glimpse of the City of Dumaguete and the Mountain ranges of Cuernos de Negros. Photo courtesy by Alan Anthony Pescuela Kirit Jr.

                   

Lockdown

 

When the bad luck day came to be

The clouds with darkness cover the skies

It was a bad feeling that  day I cannot harvest my labor.

 

When the paper was not process

My world turn upside down

When nothing left in your wallet

Only angry and sorrow appear in you

 

I pray to God, he will bless me that day

A good friend leads her helping hand

Even her whole family was suffering

From a virus of imagination

 

The day full of a bad experience

 laying down in my body of negativity

I feel evil and savage heart

My naked soul and confuse heart bring me to wonder

Thinking of ending my life to end my agony

 

When a woman with a map in her face

Slow doing her job, and I can only think of bad things

I want to slap on her face a million times

 

I lost hope and take a day to day as a challenge

The lockdown made me so sad and lonely

I lost a man who knows me and cares for me

I will be missing  you eternally

Til we meet again in a perfect time 

Lockdown June 15,2021

Penn Tulabing Larena 

THAT FOR WHICH WE THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE

A Short Poem by

Rolin Migyuel Cadallo Obina

The bud opened. Slowly-

Even the thorns below could not prevent her -

from blooming

It awaited. Patiently-

For the bees to sip its nectar,

and the butterflies to flirt,

Amidst the discomfort,

of the blowing wind-

Amihan

She knew her time

would come. She didn't rush.

She waited. For so long-

And now,

it has already bloomed-

beautifully

And without warning,

she was nipped,

from the stem

She knew, by then,

her time is fast coming-

to die, wither and be gone

No roots to cling on to,

she was

a virgin

No more bees, no butterflies,

her life was destined to be short-

she, only to be adored - only for a while

Everlasting love 2001- by Penn T. Larena

When a son was born

The family was happy

Every afternoon we walked to shell beach sand

Togetherness is like Everlasting love 

 

The water was so green and cool

The firefly light  in the nipa palm such a beautiful evening

But when God gave us sadness

The struggle in life with a broken heart

A memory of sad and loneliness appear in my shadow

 

When you saw everybody was wearing black and sadness on their face

You feel the smell of the floral scent scratch everywhere

A tear drops with a sense of sadness and feeling the darkness

When the sound of the roaster and the dawn came the morning light

The morning glory appear gracefully with majesty

 

The aroma of green grass spread the surrounding,

feeling the sadness of losing someone at your Tender age

The woman stands in silence holding the two boys and promise to care for them 

 

Growing up I feel the loneliness of a love

I was waiting for a long time

My heart moves from cold to fire

Would that I could walk with you,

Along some distant seashore,

Leaving only footprints,

 

When my time comes in the future

I want  to see your  sweet smile

I want you to wait for me in the old railway

I will hold your hand to the white light

To meet my creator received my everlasting love

Holding you forever and the love I want for eternity

 

 

 By Penn Tulabing Larena,MPA,KCR

Educator,Civic Leader, Rover Scout ,Poet and Historian

Bais City Philippines

 

 

                   Photo by : AMAROMA

“Pilipinas:Iba Ka!” ni Kien Mayorga, SDO TANJAY

 

Emotions ( Black to Red Heart )

 Is full with everything,

Unable to handle it no more,

For it surge like a blood of fountain by means of emotions,

I feel like I am replete like a fever rising,

 

I feel like I crave to slay,

I intend to die,

I desire to verbalize out,

I aspire to cry,

I would like to shriek,

 

Entirely of this emotions,

I want to be departed,

And replaced through new emotions,

 

I crave to love,

I yearn for peace and harmony,

I require to be ecstatic,

I want to chortle,

 

If this stuff will occur,

My emotions will wrecked,

And my heart will be different,

Commencing black to red heart……….

 

 Monday, March 16, 2009 

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 )

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 

 

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 

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