The Poetry Corner: Ashes of Burnt Eyebrows

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.

 Let's rewind the present time into March 21, 2006 through this poem.

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!