Water In The Spirit
wondrous birth weeps for tears, the rope
tainted with blood and the hood scented with
candle, for the victorious legacy echo in a
great distance
hear the angelic cried of the infant,
where the choir of Vatican tower its honor
of harmony magnificently beat the
glory of God; like rainbow in the ashes
of rain gracefully glimpse the moist of change
the spirited elders sing of praise and heard
as the mountain of faith gather to meet the
prince of the church, hail and cheer the
palms that Lily in the Philippines archipelago;
the purple chariot of Archdiocese of Manila
has home the faithful of soul to serve
gently pour out every hand for the Spirit
of God resemble in His servant
'a poem dedicated to His Eminence CARDINAL LUIS ANTONIO TAGLE '
As the 7th Catholic Cardinal of the Republic of the Philippines
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Hail is the Virgin
cloister of veil capture every wind
to breeze the calmness of the cool
convent, as it venture every reflection
in the garden of prayer
sleepiness voice echo in corner
wall of angelic hymn of praise, the
rainbow color chandelier view the
heavenly sky of wish amongst the
faithful breathe, like guiding clouds
of memory to heaven
feel the sound of recalling songs
of praise as it waves the mercy of
receiving blessing of hope;
tendering soul, wakes the thundering
fulfillment of rest, the home every
solemn vow of life
gladly pass gentle soul the heaven is
full of your fulfilling voice of joy.....
‘a poem Dedicated to all faithful Sister
and Nun “
poem by Antonio Liao
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Gentle Soul
lying gently in the phantom of opera,
hammock the gentle sleep of forever
goodbye.... glad remembering
tears depart form the agonizing eye
view the sky of towering halos of
joy; angelic white robes bringing voice
of alluring sweet sleep.....embrace
hello dear soul, the silent of the lamb
says no more and the distance flight
sober the sky for the mild surrender,
hold the breathless echo of the soul
saying....the last return
cooled and happy viewed the sparkling
mid-night sky, rejuvenate the graving
stone crystal white of wonder.....silent
lost the pilgrim
harmony of the orchestra puzzle my
way, nay! hold me to stay... for the
echo swift me home, I will be home...
dear.....
'a poem dedicated to Michael Burdell'
poem by Antonio Liao
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O Philippines!
O Philippines, my beloved country!
An archipelago of islands in Southeast Asia,
Rich in culture and society.
Her fame spreads like a 'flavored shisha.'
A variety of rare animals you'll see
Such as tarsiers, tamaraws, flying lemurs...
Marine species and coral reefs by the sea.
O Great Philippines! Her beauty shines!
Come now and visit Philippines.
Go to Boracay and Palawan Islands,
As one of the wonders of the world today
And join the hundreds of tourists each day.
And yes! I'm proud to live in Philippines
With so many loving memories.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!
For Her I'll give up my life.
She made me
Of who I am today,
An abiding citizen to the country.
O Philippines! I greatly admire!
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Sir Pacifico Berlan, the Man...... worth Emulating
the canticles of work, shadowed the voluminous
documentation of projects and titles found and
resemble in the office, made the real guy the
man; fitted to lift the moral esteem amongst the
workers of DAR, at this momentous of time
you have been there, who witness and guide
the best of what we have; the boss, that come and
allure our tiredness strength, patiently waiting
every tears and flesh sweat, to calm and settle our
mingled mind in the table await
the smile and the laugher that hold, of the
rain to come in morning mist; venture the glory of
every fly of wings in the cloudy sky, while the
oozing fatherly gesture and the whispering touches
echo in every heart for a Boss who lives and cared
a loving hand blew our fainted body of exhaustion
has come to rest
as the stream pour out the river, down to the blue
sea, the gain hurdle the target to reach, the idea of
what we wish to come, a beautiful DAR, that light
the horizon of hope to the farmer of this wonderful
country Philippines
the man whom i idolized of the given task, the
Boss, who shared his precious knowledge from his
experienced; a listening friend to our personal and
office inquiries, a fatherly man, that leads us to
harmony with other employees and a friend that
hold us to join in the pedestal of journey to reach the
passion of joy
my salute, and great respect to this humble man and
may the beginning of our search of a better tomorrow
be a successful worker of today.......
' a poem dedicated to Mr.Pacifico Berlan our Boss,
a Friend and a Loving family man of our time '
Engr. Enriquita T. Liao
poem by Antonio Liao
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Friendly Fire
flame goes strong, when empty handed flesh view for
wrong; like spring waits the autumn and cease the winter
froze, as the birds nestle beneath the warm coffin of
pain, where every tear pour to the hand that weep into the
ground
a forwarding face of no turning back, breathlessly taken
the echo of timeless state of wish; persuaded only by the
solitude of soul, in the limbo of no where to rest
the bully of flame hit the eyeball of the soul, blacken by
the pang of death, where ever it twist the whole place is
gone, while the lighted candle blew near where you stand,
blind for nobody wants to hear the angelic song of the
purgatory
believe me; nay disturb my loneliness, for I try to knock
the door, but only the chatter room calls my name, for all
seems easy for me to run near my pillow that leads me to
eternity
please cool my body, though it rain yet! wet brings me to
warm my body, so dark that mark the darkest night within
me, oh! yhee I am home, I am home, release my pain carry
my whole self to the pedestal of the saint and light every
corner with candle and say amen
I am gone; bring me please my gun ……
“A poem dedicated to the Soldiers, who where
hit by a friendly fire.... accidentally shoot by fellow
Comrade “
poem by Antonio Liao
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Philippines, my Philippines my Native Land
a land scattered magnificently unique harbor its crystal
beauty of shore, up roaring its kaleidoscopic mountainous
ranges, nestle its forested slope of river and stream, the
home of the biggest eagle of the world, where a hundred
of hundreds of instinct colorful bird’s cliffs in the one of the
most beautiful scenery of the island facing the marvelous
ocean of the Pacific blues, even a millions of years can’t
fathom the great work of creation of the Philippines island
a light year waited the star to see this wonderful
masterpiece viewed, as the clouds formation witness every
history; the archipelago’s of Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao
lay the beginning of every wish to seat in the crown of the
orient sea, anchored with 1,107 islands bounded 966
kilometers off the southern coast of Asia and 106 kilometers
below Taiwan and 24 kilometers above Borneo, beneath
the West lies the South China Sea, cluster with Celebes and
Sulu seas and as the West traffic path the Pacific ocean, the
blue ocean glimpse its breeze as it is remember the oozing
power of the universe
Ethno linguistic people, a hundred ten as they represent 16%
of the Philippines 73 millions wants to access, the culturally
rich custom and tradition of thy very diverse people living in the
Asian continent, has captivated the influence of Western
visitors of the land; its enculturation, leads the genuine tradition
of mixing and fixing the masculine of strength, to gain and
remain the old practices of the people, the Hellenistic of the
Philippines reach to its pinnacle to survive until, the age of
cybernetic conquer the space
Philippines my dear, Philippines land of the free, fighter
of the orient sea and the wisdom of the Malayan race, witness
the challenge of this millennium and go where the end
has to begin…Mabuhay! Philippines
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Songs of Praise the Angels Sang
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heav’n with alleluias rang,
When creation was begun,
When God spoke and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led Captivity.
Heav’n and earth must pass away!
Songs of praise shall crown that day!
God will make new heav’ns and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Jesus, glory unto Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be.
poem by James Montgomery
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New PRESIDENT, New PEOPLE, New POWER
boulders comes in the highest mountain, rolling
and rushing down to the river and stream, where
a settle of roar hump like the silent of the night
awaken by a whispering of the rickets stand
the laughter sounded like cry in the distance
of sky changing as the high tide of the sea, just
to hear in the paradise of what everybody see,
come helm my wish and let it set to fly in the
passing midnight flee, where no one knows
where to go, though far as the sky lives the
humble seagull wants to fly
wait until it is gone start where nobody wants
to sail in the ocean that is full of nothing but just
a wonderful dream that all can taste and touch the
little Edsa feast; where ringing of bells trust can be
achieve and leads by that promise of gentle rest
hail, comes the victor of the sand, the stone that
is move, clings to conquer the vast land, even if
they have already gone yet, with that spirit that is
left comes the mighty deeds for great things is
carried out and seen by their own son
farewell dear heroes of our mother land, goodbye
and so long …….
“A tribute to PRESIDENT BENIGNO SIMEON AQUINO III
15th President of the Republic of the Philippines “
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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory, glory to, glory to,
The new born King...
Glory, glory, glory, glory, glory...
Glory to the new born King
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born King
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born King
Glory, glory, glory, (oh yeah) glory, glory
Glory to the new born King
Glory (glory) glory, (yeah) glory, glory...
Glory...
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory... Glory...
Hail! the heaven-born Prince of Peace; Hail the son of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings, risen with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by, born that man, no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born...
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Autumn's Song
.
.
a cardinal sings this autumn morn
the chill refreshes
as a new day is born
the colors golden, and green
so peaceful, and serene
a cardinal sings this autumn morn
voices rip
a quiet now torn
footsteps slide in a pattern
smiles appear
glances of wonder clear
as a cardinal disappears
just like a breeze
a cardinal sang this autumn morn
a melody unheard before
ignored by many
cherished by me
it’s meomory forever more
as flickers of red touch the sky
i ponder the question why
a cardinal sings this autumn morn
.
PietÃ
Into the church
we few mourners gather
close to the small table
filled with a photo
of a smiling
young man,
a single candle,
and a golden cube.
I did not know him
whose ashes
now lay within
that dark space.
Old friends, his parents,
and so I came
to keep them company.
We pray the sacred
texts, sing holy
mass to send
his lingering soul
sweeping home
to God,
but his mother weeps
in the silent repose
of ancient peace.
poem by Steven Federle
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Today... 'Glory
Images or idols can never replace
our great God of wondrous Glory and Grace.
How can we forget the Lord of Heaven
Who suffered that we might be forgiven?
Come, join now with me in singing His praise
and let us our heavenly anthem raise
with the harmony of worship and of love
to our Glorious Lord Who reigns above.
Glory and all Glory everlasting be
To Christ Jesus Who gave His life for me.
I sing praise to my Lord of Glory
as I tell salvations wondrous story.
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A great warrior in a melted candle
there will be no other day but a memory of
today, just a dropp of rainbow of my life sharpen the
edge of the past and find the wounded last, out to rise;
and let me please return in the portray that makes
it cast, know not even the end
should i ever run for that moment will come,
when i will found you in the wet land, of where no shelter
to hide and the wound lashes to swollen of hearty pain
in and above the chest; has the silent of the great
roaring sea, stop the ears to listen
lure me not to light the scented candle for the
immortal friendship leaves no regret to hold the torch i
adore, sprout the golden halos of harmony of the wind,
whirl fully callus the chariot of sharpen harpoon, surge
in the bleed of a warriors shielded the flame of victory
let me not spoiled the smile of a majestic warrior,
the honor knight have gone beyond the war, reaching
out the flag of friendship amongst the scented candle of
hope and love, as it offered and leaves no mercy of
coward steward coat
take it now, and find happiness, from far a part; the
battle glorious day is still uncertain; though the flesh is
willing but the body is weak, please pray for me......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Corporate Worship
Most Believers gather corporately, to worship The Eternal Creator,
The Lamb of God from Calvary, The Lord our God and our Savior;
Believers are filled by God's Word, to guide us all through this life,
As we're led, by all we have heard, from the words of Jesus Christ.
We too are filled with Christ's Spirit, as He dwells within our hearts,
Moved in Truth, this as we hear it, as Truth to us His Spirit imparts;
And so we worship God in Truth; Words of Truth from God above,
With our life as His living proof, when we display a Christ like love.
All God's people worship in liberty, being freed through the blood,
From the rugged cross of Calvary, controlled by the Spirit of God;
We must worship in full unity, as Christ's Body, through New Birth,
Worshiping The God of Eternity, as God's Church, upon this earth.
Believers value the Church's history, the people of God in the past,
As we journey forward to eternity, a time for all that will forever last;
Believers value God's present ways, as we worship Christ together,
Lifting up to The Lord our praise, till one day we praise Him forever.
Indeed we value all people of God, together, for one Great Mission,
Believers across this earth we trod, fulfilling His Great Commission;
So we gather as God's people, remembering God's Great Sacrifice,
Moving beyond church and steeple, to bring others to Jesus Christ.
Cardinal Sin
Where do you go when your conscience takes over
Do you crawl to your corner and cry.
Did you imagine, that no one would notice
Just a secret to take when you die.
All the world is watching you, every tongue is
Screaming fool.
How are your dreams, do they claw at your sleep
Making darkness a place you despise,
Where is the god, that once was your strength
Are you sure he was there from the start.
All the world is watching you, nowhere you can hide,
Every tongue is screaming fool, only satan hears your cries.
When you sin cardinal sin, you make your bed and on it you must
Lie,
And your futures looking grim, but did you ever give a damn
About the child, hes running wild.
When you sin cardinal sin, dont expect the world will treat you
Well,
We say oh, go to hell.
We point the finger, sin cardinal sin, laugh in your face, sin
Cardinal sin,
We point the finger, laugh in your face,
Cos youre no better than the rest of the human race.
Oh sin cardinal sin, oh sin cardinal sin.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Men do Cry
the closeness of one self, push every twinkling eyes
to dropp tears, falling into the midst of wilderness, like
a wave in the barren ocean of merciless current, leaving
the inner self to the dungeon hell of shame
as droplets of sweat capture the emotional disclosure
of human feeling; where the heart stop and the mind
mingle, taking the most unconventional strategies to fight
back, wondering the solitude of time….in a state of a limbo
Pour all the wonderful moment of time, yet! It goes no
more, everything has its own answer to quell, the danger
of nothingness, every pieces lost and loose its significance
the value of one own esteem and prestige
men do cried, in a very unforgettable manhood, a mixture
of essential honor of one own dream of being a man, the
acceptance that not all can stand and survive, an answer of
shame than suicide, amidst compulsion of shame of its
own dignity
a trembling flesh, scratches its wound of no cure, settle in
the inner chamber of every man’s heart, a pride lives in the
soul, that only death can suffice, the mystical esteem of
pride in every human existence
let it flow, droplets of tear comfort me in your own special
way, open thy heart that sorrow and give the soul that thirst
of the sparkling tears of shame
here I am, take my tear and cried no more, satisfied your
honor and drink the dry happiness then, come touch me not,
and I will be true……
' a poem dedicated to Junbert Abog who return
gracefully to the Father's Home in heaven '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Oh! Blooming Star your Sweet Goodbye
cried full the emptiness of the heart, and feel
the reckoning soul of loneliness; the rainbow leaves
nothing, but a promise of pain in the rain ….
hold my tears as you go beyond of what, not
even death knows the secret of faith, take all our meek
and sobering heart, to what is life whose fullness
of a picking joy, assurance that you are there; waiting
until, the shadow of fadedness of life care every dream
of grandiose symphony of happiness, it is yelled echo of the
waiting angels to your permanent home, for the Lord thy
God bless and Love’s you forever ….
sings your tears in our check, for we will always
remember your moment of your stay, leave us the love that
eternity will always be the lasting hope of our dream, nay!
the birds will fly without the wind, they breathe with us, as
they go ….
walk Dear friend, the road is ready for you to go
and the blooming flower catches the meadow of lovely
Angels; letting you to see the immortal life of eternity and the
a sweet goodbye will always live in our lives...thank you
and thank you...may the wonderful God hold you in
His loving heart...Forever and Ever...Amen....
' a poem dedicated to the late Merciditas C. Dampayla'
poem by Antonio Liao
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Morning Glories
Let Leipoldt write about violets
which are in the field,
I have my own flower
or weed that I adore
and it’s Sunspots
that grows out of the good earth.
You can call it a pest
or a weed,
but I am nuts about the heavenly blue
full of blue flowers that creep everywhere
and push twines out in all directions
Purple cardinal climbers
that climb up everywhere
and after the rain
burst out in all directions
stays a beautiful flower to me.
[Reference: Morning Glories=Sunspots=Heavenly Blue=Cardinal Climber. C.L. Leipoldt’s poem Oktobermaand.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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May this mortal sing Your praise?
Mighty God Whom heavenly angels worship
may this mere mortal sing out Your praise?
For All Glorious God You are worth it.
Sing out my soul and His anthem raise!
I will tell salvations wondrous story
and of the way that He came to this earth
For this Awesome God in His great glory
entered our world when born by virgin birth.
Sing, yes sing of Him Who came to save you.
Hung there upon the cross and forgave you.
Died for you as though all the blame was His
Sing, for no greater love has man than this.
He is the Lord of every nation,
And the Ancient of Eternal Days.
He is the Author of our Salvation
So let us bring to Him our songs of praise
Rain (Ulan)
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and let the children
whose innocence
will soon end
play with you
joyfully.
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and tenderly caress
the lonely hearts
of broken love.
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and let the hearts
of the young lovers
be united.
Pour down gently
oh rain,
and with your raindrops
I beg you
to hide these tears
in my eyes.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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