Tag Archives: Focus Philippines Magazine

This is not like it, the visions

    This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster: The boy now man cannot see the adult, his dreamer’s … Continue reading

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All before in the days

all before in the days the easter shells off me were peeled and out my umbilicus were yanked the rainbows cold a brave child i was blending like lizard lazy into rocks softer than the rim my days were of … Continue reading

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For the luck of a rover

For the luck of a rover the preacher is willing to forsake his pulpit and the audience. There is no worse suffering more than that of a man whose words come bouncing back as arrows repelled and now are lodged … Continue reading

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We are no Methuselahs

  We are no Methuselahs To waste our time wasting time. Life is republican and death A silent democrat. The growing will almost always Take us forever. The dying is always now At the back of our heels. ©  SSJ … Continue reading

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Looking Back Into Ten Years

Looking Back Into Ten Years is a collection of six poems first published in Focus Philippines magazine, issue of 5 April 1980. © SSJ 1980 Liquid seeping through the ground…   Might be in the deep night she came …   … Continue reading

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Might be in the deep night she came

might be in the deep night she came while i in my long hair was dead (i could never be sure). like a surgeon must have stitched a heart pulsing red she in her angel wings and denim pants tugged … Continue reading

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Worms, Birds & In Between

The worms that could not up surface above neat pavements carpeted floors or cold tiers find their places in vaults of Adam’s kin’s blood and flesh And the birds that could not down high winds and lofty crystal skies and … Continue reading

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