Let the Ants Tag Along


We’ll steal pecks
in Sunday masses
more often than amens.

We’ll hold pinkies
in store counters
and broken registers.

We’ll tackle each other’s toes
in dinners with our folks
on weekends.

We’ll sing our songs
in the shower, in the tub, in traffics,
and layovers.

We’ll gate crush in wedding receptions;
dance; finger-dip the cake; grab Chardonnays,
until the groom kicks us out; and, the bride say “bummers!”

So take my hand
as I follow your lead;
Let the ants tag along,
as we paint the town pink.

The Locket



nor days

can never steal

the locket

our hearts

etched yesterday.

our feet

may walk away


deep within

the locket stays.
To open,

you have to

close your eyes,

and let your heart

find its way.

Okay, Courage


Okay, Courage,
come with me
I go–
let’s go!
Let’s pas de bour rÊe
in the dance floor of despair
through grace
in acceptance and hope–
let’s go!
Let’s close-up-smile
in the valley of tears
through memories
of kisses and good cheers–
let’s go!
Let’s pole the flag of resilience
in the mountain of ridicule
through compassion
to the cynic and ignorant–
let’s go!
Let’s dive the depth of possibilities
in the sea of skepticism
through faith
that He remains
and goodness reigns–
let’s go!
Let’s fly high
in blue
even in grayish sky
on the wings of benevolence
and love.
Okay, Courage?
Let’s go!



It’s earned. 
It’s never instantaneous. 
For even 
in the absence 
of love, 
or extremity 
of hate, 
sets the tone 
of civility. 
As to how 
can you give it 
to someone 
who disregards it; 
or one who mocks 
and bullies 
as much 
as he breathes? 
For each time 
you give it, 
you earn it yourself. 
So, just 
For your own decency 
and peace of mind, 

The Portrait


The sacred rendezvous of Sun and Moon
in the purple sky above when evening looms,
where red, orange, and yellow
horizons are reflected below,
tenderly caressing the pristine waters of Marianas
while white dolphins and blue whales from Hawaiianas
are dancing
while pink mermaids are singing
in jubilee of an eternal knot
witnessed by sterling stars
and shimmering sands–
that my sweetest,
is the portrait
of this beautiful thing
we carry in our hearts
from the time we’re wrapped
in ethereal wombs
till death and beyond doom.

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The Night You Say Goodbye


The moon was blue;
The Chinky Owl went to twig so early;
The Mosquitoes were fasting
in sympathy with me–

So please come back.

Please come back;
Please get your bebedees.

No, thank you!
I don’t need

fuming jn red,
and very,

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Amid four-thousand-seven-hundred-one miles, 

you’re the biggest rainbow gaily arched 

and watching me above,

enjoying the picturesque 

of me 

bragging my cheeks 

to the timid raindrops 

pouring down:

. . . from the rusting valleys 

to the greenest mountain;

. . . from the rushing rivers

to the bluest sea:

I see you smile

dreaming of me.

If Tampax birds,

and sexy-walking penguins 

can dream of something real,

why can’t we?