Ian Jay Bantilan Poems

A Tribute to Timoteo Guintos

He braves his way into the foliage,
With blade he clears a prickly cogon path
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A coffee a day will keep awake,
The man whose heavy eyes wont wait.
With opened mind you pay your bill;
without losing money in a careless will.
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I walk through streets of heavy rain
Stride a tip-toe on the Street Lane
I feel a Gush of mist that blew my cheek
As drops of water start to leak.
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Dried from Exhaustion
Lost in the Translation
Confused in the Submission
Expectant in completion
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Little brown princess had a dinner
where she was happy to eat some oysters (talaba)
A little booze, of apple flavored brew
While quietly she savored her food.
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Life is but a theater; we have our own stage
As each moment start, we turn a new page,
Some will be given their lines for the script
While others will choose their own part to portray
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“Behold, children are a gift from the Lord
The fruit of the womb is a reward
Like arrows in the hands of a Warrior
are children born in the prime of one’s youth...”
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Every leaf is green again
In the court of my backyard.
I can feel the gentle wind;
It’s faintest message from afar.
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Written for the late Guilerma Flor Lubrico.

She was always Graceous.
She was never loud, always humble
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Her name is Lourdes
She was born of a Painter,
and the only child of my Grandmother
The Pride of Timoteo (My Grandfather)
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