Pula, Asul, Dilaw at Puti?

Pula, Asul at Dilaw
Pangunahing Kulay ng bandila ng Pilipinas?
Ang sagot mo ay wagi.

Ito rin ang tatlong pangunahing kulay o “Primary Colors” sa ingles.
Kung pagsasamahin ang tatlong ito, samu't saring kulay ang mabubuo.
Gayon din sa ating mga Pilipino:

Pula para sa pag-ibig sa bansa at sa kapwa
Asul para sa katapatan at kalayaan
Dilaw para sa mga masasayang ngiti at pananaw natin sa buhay

Kapag pinagsama ang mga katangiang Pinoy na ito,
Tiyak na sa buong mundo tayo ay lalago!

At ang puti?
hindi ito tinuturing na isang kulay,
ito'y pantay sa anumang bagay,

Ito ang nagsisimbulo ng Pinakadakila sa lahat.
Ang kadakilaan ng ating Panginoong Lumikha
Kung wala Sya, wala rin saysay ang lahat.

Kaya matuwa ka Pinoy dahil Pinoy ang kulay mo!
Sa katangian mong Pula, Asul, Dilaw at Puti
Na kaloob sa atin ng Dakilang Lumikha,
Maraming bagay ang iyong mamimithi!

Pula, Asul, Dilaw at Puti!

“Bangon na Pilipinas! Masarap ang Almusal!”

“Bangon na Pilipinas! Masarap ang Almusal!”

Minsan ko na nabasa ang katagang ito sa isang libro.
Almusal – masarap ang almusal ng Pinoy.
Mainit na pandesal na isasawsaw sa kape.
Amoy pa lang, kanin at ulam na. Masarap!
Handa nanaman sa pagsugod sa panibagong araw.

Naisip ko – kung ganito ang diwa ng bawat Pilipino
Mainit na PusongPinoy na isasawsaw sa napakayamang lupain ng Pilipinas,
Ang sarap langhapin, ang sarap lasapin, ang sarap lunukin,
Parang handa nanaman sa panibagong pagsulong ng bansa.

Bangon na Pilipinas! Masarap ang Almusal!
Ang pagiging Pilipino natin ay Kaloob ng Diyos.
Bilang Pilipino na sa kahit saan man sa mundo ay patok
O sa magagandang dagat man at matataas na bundok

Bangon na Pilipinas! Masarap ang Almusal!
Ang lahat sa atin ay nakahain na
Ating lasapin ang pagiging Pilipino
Ang tunay na yaman ng Pilipinas

May Lamentations

Let me lament for the last time
Over the days that I thought would be forever mine
Though I have foreseen the gloom years ago
I was too weak to totally let go

It’s now a different scene
When this month was once green
Over the field of colorful caprice
Now it’s just a memory of lost peace

Over these days of weary and pain
I have lamented and reminisced
The days that love once held
A heart captivated of false chance

A chance to be loved truly
A chance to understand it fully
But I guess the love that I thought was true
Just suddenly left me out in the blue

Let me lament for the last time
And finally let go of the pain inside
This month of May that use to be fine
Now in my thoughts, I would like to decline

Let the old dreams die before my face
I am hoping that in time it will be replaced
Let the hope be just a thing of the past
Praying in my memory it will never last

Let the rain wash away this pain
Let the sun dry it away
Let the clouds be not gloomy
And the stars to shine out brightly

And may this last lamentation
Bring a period over this emotion
Of past heart aches and devotion
Over this little May Lamentation

Sleep

Sleep young maiden, for you’ve fought too long
There in your dreams, the fantasy within
Beneath the moon, under the stars
A trance of tranquil charm, away from harm

Let your breath rest in its usual rhythm
Let your playful day end in a peaceful way
But dreams can be an unpredictable place
A world to discover that’s hard to trace

But who says no adventure can be seen
In a night of sleep and blurry dreams
It does reveal your little whims
Or maybe something weirdly foreseen

What it can reveal you
You can never believe
It’s as if you are awake
You see the path you take

Sometimes you feel you are about to break
Sometimes you thought you flew above a lake
At times you journey, afar or near
It’s dreamland anyway, nothing to fear

Sleep young maiden, you will never know
The power of sleep, the reality of dreams
Don’t worry too much about the things you see
Remember that God watches you even in dreams

My Battleground

I hear the drums banging
And it’s stinging my heart
My knees are shaking,
While my nerves seem to shatter apart

Sacred Agent Art is appointed here
The battleground I am assigned to fight
How in this arena will I survive
If I haven’t placed God in my life?

With my hand in my heart
I give my sober oath
To carry out my mission
As commanded in the Holy Word

I pray that the Boss Almighty
Grant me the strength I need
Sanctify my thoughts, purify my heart
I can only do best with His might

I know it would be inevitable
The foe’s blow would bruise me in a way
But I deem that the Holy Chief
Will heal the wound I get from them

I claim the same valor of a knight
When the King called them out to fight
Equipped and fully geared up
Victory is declared even before itstarts

I hear the drums banging
Though I don’t see the battalion coming
I can sense that more is to come
The battle has just begun

Sacred Agent Art is appointed here
And I will never leave my stand
Until I finish my duty,
Until the battle is won

And I pray that my soul will always be
Prepared for every battle cry
Until one day the Captain will say,
“Mission accomplished, Sacred AgentArt”

Jennifer Mansay y AngelSPY y Art
(on to/the next/sacred mission)
03.12.07