Flattered to have received positive comments regarding the poem I re-published here in my blog entitled I Need To Be Loved delivered by my former Grade-4 student Erika Marie Esteban.
And to delight you again with another masterpiece of mine. Here once again a simple poem I especially composed way back March 21, 2006 to my Grade 5- First Honor Ephraim Ders Murro which he delivered during the graduation ceremony that year.
Currently, Ram (as I fondly called him) is now a sophomore student of University of the Philippines - Diliman, Quezon City taking up a five-year degree course. I just forgot if it's Mass Communication, Business Administration or Political Science - I need to ask him to be sure. And I'm still in constant contact with him and even to my former grade school students. In fact last May 2010, I had arranged a get together with my former students when I went back to the Philippines for vacation. I was surprised how big they were already and I even jokingly shouted out "Stop growing guys!". Now, they are pursuing their dreams in college and seeing them excel in school is equivalent to my achievement too. That my mentoring has paid off.
Ashes of Burnt Eyebrows
Vivid memories of my primary years
Mixed with sheer laughter and pure tears
Along a line in every enrollment
Researching a nerve-cracking assignments
Annual field trips in many places
The refreshment of bottles and food cases
So many peers of friendly faces
Unspoiled children with lovely caress
Sleepless nights of hurried reviewing
Many afternoons of daydreaming
Days of battling difficult examination
Pass or failure comes lamentation
Wild fun and sometimes connived fools
Bring our teachers in constant roars
Wonder how I feel to be a Martinian
Your name I'll carry unto my old days
Your young foundation has been heavily tested
But you stood still and never miss
To educate us the core of values
That life is indeed has countless of clues
My gratitude to you I sincerely offer
For an education I have deciphered
That study is indeed a countless of
Unending ashes of burnt eyebrows
I have been a lover of prose and poetry since HS. And composing such were my emotional outlet that time. I'm a shy kid growing up and I brought that attitude up during HS. I used to be a timid guy, more so like naive. But my mind and imagination run deepest trenches and highest peaks. I'm not a kind of nerd or something. I just study hard that's why somehow I excel but I don't reach the top spot. I just settle for like 2nd or 3rd. I even recall reading the "World History" by Gregorio F. Zaide during secondary school. Out of which, my love for history and ancient things and events grew.
I can even remember my sophomore English teacher saying to me "You know what, someday, you will be a prose and poetry writer". This happened when she assigned us an adjective word and told us to compose a verse out of that. I outshine my other classmates by composing the quickest. And my teacher was so delighted that she even read the verse in front to the applaud of my classmates. That led her to say that compliment to me. Don't be misled ha...I'm just relating my story and it's far from bragging...hehehe! Anyway, hope you enjoy the simple poem.
More to come and as promised a more seasoned and relevant to the current times. I will try to create a satirical poem being politics is the topic. I will try....let's see hehehe!