Love like Spanish bread from Jose Rafael

Feeling good after eating  Spanish Bread,
It is like being in love with Jose Rafael 
A simple comfort food used to compare,
The man must think it’s unfair.

Alone it feels lonely and sapless,
But with a pair it becomes different.
Combining with any good intent,
It becomes the best kind of commitment.

You may believe you are paired like many,
But to the one and only man you are the best.
He’ll always choose you,
Even if both of your lives are rightful,
For together,
Perfection you turn into.

Simple and boring as the first  time,
Hidden within are the secrets of a queen,
Together a Spanish bread becomes the perfect snack.
Two become one,

Now be amazed at what you have became.
Doubt then shrouds your mind,
Because love’s not so kind,
Fearing to be denied,
You stop without having tried,
Now you can wait and let the feeling subside.

Endless like Spanish Bread,
Never gave up our great man.
For he made you realize,
That giving up is the greatest downfall.
For what was only a fantasy,
Has now become a flavourful inspiration. 



Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena  some of his works influenced by family ,relatives and friends. Some of his works including Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016, Katacgahan 2005 , The space between us 2018 , Love like Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael Mar 2018 and Pretty Girl  2018. 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 Lights by Penn Larena

When I enter the Room with a heavy heart
I saw the middle lights
Passing by a good brother jamming in a passionate music
The western music culture heard my good soul

Setting in the side
Hearing the sound of a memory lane
Youthful mind appreciated the classic sound
The lights turn Disco

Two young girls and chubby mestizo speaking
Talking about young Love
The lights in a bright 8os feelings
Spice and adventure of life
The light became red and fragile

Pretty morena girl studies line to line
Observing the surroundings
Listening to the classic sound
Sudden entering of a short guy turn handsome, speaking
of renewing a happy friendship
Short guy a look-alike of Patrick de la Rosa appear fresh, sparkling eyes and telling a sad and good stories

Like a vineyard  grow to give a green light to the world
A  candle is always our guiding light
The light of a spotlight  a sunbeam  to sunrise

 

The lights in Nov. 2018

Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena  some of his works influenced by family ,relatives and friends. Some of his works including Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016, Katacgahan 2005 , The space between us 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018 and Pretty Girl  2018. 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 Open Sea

The waves whispering calling me to the shores
The water touches my feet where I stand
The eyes wandering to the deep blue ocean
My heart missing and calling out to you
Memories of you keep on coming back
Like waves on the shore crashing and crashing

When I met a stranger under the dark hall
I told my self this is the person I going to love
Were probably not each other first love
But we had our moment walking under the Acacia trees
Going to church together and praise God
Think of us as starting from now onwards

Since compared to the number of days when we didn’t know each other
You are my everything   to Love and cherish
Forever I hope well be like this
If you’re willing to make this promise with me
I love you, No words can describe it

We both made a vision of our tomorrow, but why did you have to leave me far away
You promise that every sunrise and sunset on the beach you will be on my side
You took the wind right out of my skin and you turned out to be just a fairy tale

As I envision you like the sea, Tears fell from my eyes to my lips kissing the sand
I craved love so deep from you to the sea
I want to give you everything, let make a promise to walk till the next life
Love first and loving someone should not be passionate

The Open Sea 2007

Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena  some of his works influenced by family ,relatives and friends. Some of his works including Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016, Katacgahan 2005 , The space between us 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018 and Pretty Girl  2018. 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 .

My Hometown

As I travel around my hometown
I remember all the good memories I found
The people and every moment I remembered
To cherish those moments those times I spent

The breeze that touches my skin
Sweet and aroma of the sugar cane fields
from the cold breeze, I inhale
Which at the dawn I exhale

I remember the beauty of the sights
of a sweet place of mine
Besides the perfect bay
of abandoned of seafood.

I remember a simple old world cham
My cradle of love and family
that filled my heart and soul
that I found and embellish

My Hometown 2015

Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena  some of his works influenced by family ,relatives and friends. Some of his works including Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016, Katacgahan 2005 , The space between us 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018 and Pretty Girl  2018. 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 .

Pretty Girl

It was a hot afternoon in the place of sweet and honey
When I saw a little girl crying in –front of the grave site
A sorrowful encounter was the grandmother laid into rest

Her face composed of wildflowers, we say
So, we leave the sweet innocent face fondly there:
The beauty and hope of grace beyond, lie there!

The moon sings the relaxed forest with wildflower,
To bloom at midnight hour
She was innocent found true love at last

To beautiful morning stars
You are incomparable my angel
My heart point with joy at the thought of you
My face exhibits beautiful expression at the sight of you
Behold a beautiful face of sincerity & sweetest of all creatures

By Penn Larena 7:24PM Sept 24,2018

Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena  some of his works influenced by family ,relatives and friends. Some of his works including Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016, Katacgahan 2005 , The space between us 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018 and Pretty Girl  2018. 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 .

Katacgahan

By : Leonaga Hermoso Tulabing Larena in 2005

The Sky was crystal blue and mountains so dry

The sun kisses my skin

Dark surface and the volcanic fertile the Land

Smell the aroma of sweet green grass

Tamarind sweet and sour stand for ages

The land ruled by King and Queen

Duke and Baroness

Draw to angry, principle and greed

The family is torn apart

When the wind blows from North to South

East and West to touch your skin

Remembering the glorious  past with pride and honor

Giant’s men rule the land

The surface became dark

People suffering from a feudal system

From famine to War

Make the field very dry

The thirst, no food and the search for clean water for ages

I lay down to the empty land

My heart bleeding so fast

I feel like I’m drowning in shallow water

Giant men thumb my back, destroy my soul and took my identity

I saw my reflection in the crystal creek

After the rain, a beautiful rainbow appeared

My self was restored

The green grows blowing  into the wind from side and side

The little boy became a King

Everything so happy and endless peace 

Hacienda Katacgahan Bais City

A 2005 Poem by Baisanon Poet Leonaga H.Tulabing Larena a lover of World Literature and a member of Dumaguete Reading Club from 1971 to 1985. In  Summer of 1965 and 1966  she was sent to Manila thru a government scholarship to study Noli Me Tángere and El Filibusterismo at the University of the Philippines Diliman.Her another poems are the following, River, Total Stranger ,Rizal 

Editor 

Baisanon Poet Penn Tulabing Larena  some of his works influenced by family ,relatives and friends. Some of his works including Hacienda in 2013, Hometown 2015,Rizal 2016, Katacgahan 2005 , The space between us 2018 ,Spanish Bread of Jose Rafael  2018 and Pretty Girl  2018. 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 .

Four Poems by Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena

Boracay Blues and Other Poems

Four Poems by Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena

Boracay Blues

In the gathering fog,

the miniature sun explodes

among the shards of broken bottles of gin

afloat on the shimmering sea.

At dawn, all the lost kisses

and those firm breasts heaving

in the sparkling sand,

become dry and lifeless

shells, trampled upon by the multitude.

Every day, the shrill of human noises

and the hissing waves

are ever so distant,

like a headland

of silence,

in my muted memory.

Simply Boracay

5:25 pm at Dos Mestizos

I drank three glasses of Sangria,

and slowly descended the golden orb gleaming

in her pristine waters. Scattered fragments

of dead corals strewn

as necklaces on her now spoiled beach.

There are screeching passenger planes but gulls are nowhere

to be seen. In station one, every evening,

when alcohol inhabits the brain,

the sea itself becomes

the indigo firmament poets dream

with their eyes wide open. Boracay’s parade

of lights akin to tiny fireflies

in the distance. In this glittering island,

time and space is a portrait

of tattoo needles and braids. Everyday

mundane scene of banana boats and sandcastles washed away

by the endless coming of tourists,

and the smell of those stained sheets haunted my nostrils.

At daybreak, the cascading beats of techno music

and voices of a monotone summer

lingered in my ears–

near Epic and Bombom bar,

in the aftertaste of saliva and tequila,

I saw the aeta child with copper hair, strode

like a starving war prisoner,

as she asked for coke in can,

while selling trinkets and wood carvings

with the image of the messiah and the virgin.

Cityscape

There is no need to mention

the rain and the cadaver of trees

lying helplessly in mount Kalatungan.

We are not descending

on hillsides and green plateaus,

where the maya and the hummingbird

own the serene ether and air

within the feathers of their wings

and music of their whistles.

We are like mannequins

in this overlapping skyways,

overlooking the stress and grime

of the metro under the comfort of seat belts.

The acrid smell of oil covers

her dying skyline. Burning

in this heat of summer

are cyclones of bellowing cars

and buses that strangle our nostrils

even in the dark of midnight.

There are no shrieking crows

in the streets of Manila,

only loitering prostitutes

worth three hundred pesos.

Boracay Blues and Other Poems by Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena