This Mighty Economist


Life is an economist that requires trade-offs;

ever requiring us to give up something for the sake of another;

ever demanding us to consider the costs and benefits of the choices we make;

ever instilling rationality;

ever imposing equality;

ever upholding standards;

ever securing purpose.

A diehard crusader of meaning,

. . . always rallying for vision;

always arguing for continuum;

always vigilant of opportunities;

always passionate in resolving scarcity of ways and means.

. . . ultimately ensuring we are giving our best; our very all

to our endeavors;

to our aspirations;

to our hope and dreams; even

to friendship and love

we build and keep.

Dancing Our Sanity Away


September Morn

– Originally written and posted on August 14, 2014 –

A dance
under the moonlight
and on top the hill,
where city lights
and stars
are witnessing:

in a red haltered dress
and blue stilletos;
playfully wiggling
my hips
to grace.

in a black sleek suit
and white checkered tie,
seriously advancing
your steps
towards my way.

As the mono plays
while our song
fills the air:
your right hand
on my waist
to stay;
While my lips,
on the auricle
of your left,
blowing our sanity

Their Fairytale




What could be more tragic
than a love
that never
comes into life?

Is there anything
more melancholy
than a song

What could be more piercing
than keeping blank negatives
of photographs
of a dream
never meant to realize?

Is there anything
more agonizing
than seeing two hands
dying to hold each other,
but their fingers
never made it through?

Coz though tears
may not be flowing visibly;
And though groans
may not be roaring loudly;

her heart is drenched,
as his soul remains aching
for their fairytale
they know is true.

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By Esther Ling

When Heart Fails to Find Its Way Home


Like a Kite.4

Home says:

It’s okay.
You don’t have to explain
why you’re away,
where are you at,
who you’re with,
why you’re there
(and not here).

It’s not because,
I am not
to hear your story;
I am not concerned
at all;
Or I am not taking
your word for it.

It’s just that,
to know you’re well
and safe,
and happy–
and HAPPY–
I am but relieved.

For more than
this silly wish
to be with you–
I always pray–
always, always pray–
for your happiness–
even if it means,
us, being always apart;
or being away from each other for so long;
or you, being forever far away
from me.

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The Very Essence of a Woman


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The very essence
of a woman,
is to carry life
in her womb;
And to be
in the arms of . . .
. . . a man,
loves and cherishes her
as his priceless

. . . a man,
is confident enough
to bring out
the best woman
in her.

. . . a man
is strong enough
to embrace her
not just as a lover,
but as his soul-mate
and lifetime partner.

. . . a man
is brave enough
to hold her hand
and look into her eyes,
and say,
“You complete me.”

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The Very Essence of a Man

Yours and Mine


You and I.3

One of
the toughest ironies
of life:
All that breathe
are timed,
You and I.

And that
everything within,
may either wilt
or turn to ash–
yours and mine.

For though
our bodies
may turn to dusts,
there’d be another
two hearts
beating for each other;
two souls
so deeply entwined
just as
You and I.

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The Very Essence of a Man


The Very Essence of a Man




The very essence of a man,
is to build
and keep a roof
over his
and his family’s heads-
with all his might;
and, with all his strength.

And to have
in his arms:


. . . a woman,
is respectful enough
to follow his lead
into a world
of their own.

. . . a woman,
is trusting enough
to hold his hand
until their bodies repose.

. . . a woman,
is faithful enough
to believe him,
when he says,
“You are my home.”






When Heart Finds Its Way Home


Subject to fair use; Courtesy of Google Images.

Subject to fair use; Courtesy of Google Images.

Home says,

“Where the hell have you been?

F! What took you so long?


Do you know how worried I am?

I have been sitting here

on this freakin’ doorstep

for hours,

no days,

no no weeks,

okay, okay


I mean years.

Geez, I wanted to drive

and look for you.

But stupid blizzards

got in my f’ckin’ way.

Yeah, unbelievable.

Unbelievable indeed!

What do you mean

the nosy?

No one is here,

you crazy!

They’re gone;

all gone–

long gone.

For quite awhile,

it’s just me–

and now,

with you,

and we’re all alone . . .

. . . so alone.”

Have a good weekend everyone!
Warmest aloha from my blogs to yours.
Happy blogging!

Featured song: We’re All Alone
Featured singers: Hawaii’s Cecilio and Kapono

Angels in Disguised


Someone Like You

There are gifts unwrapped.

There are blessings in disguised.

There are wingless angels amongst us

only passing by–

yet leaving prints and traces

enough to keep us alive.

My heartfelt thanks to the following:

Acacia (Palestine Rose)





Cindy Knoke




Ellie Belfiglio

Esther Ling




Jo Robinson

Julie Sopetran

Julie Weigley

Kirt D Tisdale



Maria F

Marina Kanavaki


Paul Militaru

Rainer Sebald



 PERSONAL: My apologies for the rough submission that went through earlier. I was actually revising this poem I wrote last year. And all the while I thought, I was in a new window–for a completely different post. Apparently, I was in the old post. Sorry.

Although, I honestly don’t mind revising–because true writing–is rewriting–but it is so frustrating to deal with an erratic editor. I hope though it’s just on my end (and none of you are experiencing this hassle).

Nonetheless, thank you for bearing with me! I appreciate your patience. Have a good weekend! Thanks, and happy blogging!

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Featured Song: Someone Like You (originally by Jeykll and Hyde)

Featured Singer: Cheyenne

The Bridge


LOVE–a four-letter word
that though it sound so simple
and too ordinary,
or very elementary–
to others maybe,
but not for me.

For though the word
may really seems so common,
but when we seek
in our hearts,
we have to delve deeper,
to know
what the act truly means.

For if there’s one powerful word,
that we share in common,
other than life and death–
it is love.
For in its name we are born;
for its sake we are raised;
and only for its glory,
we are remembered best. 

I cry and anguish,
when lovers fall weak;
when they let fear,
and defeats–
kill love and tear them apart.

Coz no matter how hard
a relationship falls apart;
no matter how bitter the ending could be,
it remains
in our hearts–
for it exist
even long before
we are brought
to earth.
This is why
the Holy Book says,
Why can’t we take
God’s words for it?

For even the meanest felons,
and the ruthless criminals–
they too fall.
It’s just that
most of the time
is unfair
that it treats us unevenly,
or maybe just as how
we treat love
so differently.

Weakened by evils
in all faces of adversities,
we often surrender to fate
and retreat to destiny.
Inflicted by the devil,
we mercy kill
the love within.
So we let our demons rule–
and we leave love unattended,
and taken for granted,
when it is
the most precious thing
worth cherishing forever
and ever,
and ever,
and beyond.

But no matter
how fate could be cruel,
I tell you,
goin’ away.
For once it touches our hearts,
it is there to stay!

For even in absence;
amidst distance,
and against all odds,
love remains.
It could move a little,
or might not be
in our very core,
but it is there–
always there–
deep down there.

For more powerful
than the blood
running in our veins:
in defiance of fate,
and will always

only love
has the power
to make us whole,
or bury us alive
in the deepest hole.

if we hang on to it,
no matter how rough
the challenges could be,
and regardless how tough
its ironies may seem,
faith will walk us through
the beautiful bridge of happiness.
And all we gotta do,
is just to hang on.

it is never about falling.
For love survives
and thrives
by holding on.
How I know?
please, please believe me,
I am going through it all.


Sing It


No face
deserves a frown;
no mouth
deserves dus and pees.

For cheeks,
are not buckets, nor basins.
For lips,
are not toilets, nor sewers.

For minds,
are not trashcans, nor dumpsters.
For hearts,
are not war fields, nor cemeteries.

Coz no matter how tough;
no matter how bad;
no matter how ugly and sad,
happiness is always just few notes away.

just sing.”
Sing Sing,

sing a poem.
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Incomprehensibly Yours



Why is the shore
so gullible to the waves?

Why is the sky
so lenient to the sun?

Why are the flowers
so generous to the butterflies?

There are a-hundred-and-one things in this world,
which are beyond our understanding–
and amid happening before our naked eyes.

But why decipher
and exhaust ourselves
in finding reasons here and there?

Coz if you really want to know,
you need an open heart to see
and a compassionate soul to comprehend. . .

such hallow beauty
of such ironies
in life.

Where, Where, Where Is It?



Is it among those sparkling stars above;
something too majestic,
yet too high
for a human heart
to reach?

Is it down there in the deepest sea,
hiding in corals of paler shades of pearl and deeper moss of green;
or too buried in the hallow salt and pepper sands
that only the bravest
could feel?

Or is it treacherously hiding
in red-orange and yellow-gold streaks
of the horizon,
too blazing for the
wistfully longing she?

Or maybe it’s the missing note
to the unfinished melody
that she tearfully hums
as the sun goes down, until her tears run dry
and she falls asleep?

But where?
is he?

This Homo Sapien




Revised and reposted as follows:


Earth’s Greatest Legacy


In the vast savanna of Africa,
I came to life.
But unlike my cousins,
who lived million years
before me,
I did not inhabit the trees.


I did hunt and join gatherers,
so I may live.
I roamed and thrived in Africa,
and colonized
different corners of the world
through persistence hunting
and the agility
of my bipedal feet.


I survived wilderness
through the culture
more powerful than the blood
running in my stream.


A victim of melting ice
and rising sea levels,
I had to walk and walk
as a nomad,
until I found the rich soils
to plant the foods
that gave me heat.


Though always bullied
by climate change,
I knew:
I should be a guardian
of nature,
or a loyal friend at least,
but never as an enemy–
more so,
its worst enemy.


Tricked by this-worldly side of me,
I was a slave
of my whims and needs.


A willing prisoner
of material possessions
and temporal needs,
I hurt Mother Earth
and compromised my life
and all lives
poorly thinking
that was how
I should live.


Guilty as charged,
and stricken by greed,
I am responsible
for the evil profusion of CO2,
and demonic dependence
on chemicals
and GMOs too.


I am what I am,
but I can overcome my flaws.

For with a willing heart,
and fierce determination,
I still can mend
the wounds
I caused this world–
as I am so endowed
with knowledge and wisdom.


To heal myself,
this world,
and the universe–
from all iniquities–
is now
my utmost priority.


I am
Homo sapien
to scientists;
A man
to many;
I am Earth’s
greatest legacy,
and I will
always be.



Grease and Bliss


One of Hollywood’s legacies is the making of musical films that are poignant-to-the bones, and lunatic enough to turn the world upside-down, just like the film, Grease of Olivia Newton John and John Travolta.

A 1978, musical romantic comedy, it’s about two college students, Danny Zuko (Travolta) and Sandy Olsson (John) who meet in the beach, and fall in love in the summer of 1958. A certified blockbuster that hits a staggering $394,955,690 (Wiki), Grease is a true oldie-but-goody. From the plot, the songs, and the lyrics of the songs, and the joy that the film and its music brings–I really can’t resist watching it over-and-over again.

However, among all, what I truly love the most, are the real-life characters of the two protagonists, John and Olivia.  As I wish to have that same zest for life that they both carry.

Because eleven days from now, I am turning forty-two. Oh yes, I am aging. But modesty aside, I think I am aging gracefully though. And I wish to keep this zeal in my heart forever. Coz although there are moments, I somehow get intimidated by fine lines starting to appear on my face. But when I am in front the mirror: I never ask “Who is the fairest of them all?” Rather, if I see one, two, three or more, I say: “Heck! I will never worry about you! Life is too short, and it’s ridiculous to spend my time worrying about non-sense wrinkles, nor cruel arthritis,” coz I am even ready for that as well. I rather write and blog, or do any other thing that makes me happy than worry about vanity.

For though aging is inevitable; it’s about fully embracing its ironies. And what should come with the acceptance, is the confidence; never allowing wrinkles define, nor modify my definition of happiness, neither how I see myself and everyone around me. And this is exactly what I like in John and Olivia.

John apparently, is one of Oprah Winfrey’s best friends, and her favorite guest co-host as well. That although I don’t believe in starstruck, but the latter seems to have a charisma, and a charisma discerning power: Coz Ms. O sees the goodness in John. He’s such a darling really, that he knows how to tickle, not one’s fancy, but the hearts of many. For John still dances with fans (of all ages), as if he’s still in a “Grease” mode. Though he doesn’t groove while walking anymore, he remains soft-spoken, sweet and kind-hearted, and so debonair!

And Olivia? Oh, she is beautiful! She remains candid and a sweetheart on and out of stage. I am even tempted to say immortal, but that’s a lie. Rather, she is ever graceful–that’s one thing sure; and, that she is aging gracefully too.

Another bliss that is noteworthy about, and between them two, is their ageless friendship that continues to thrive all these years, and even the ones they maintain with their co-stars in Grease—-amazing! Three videos are up, with my fervent hope it goes the same for everybody.

Many thanks! Be happy! To GOD be always all…………………………the glory!

You’re the One I Want (official video)

You’re the One I Want (nearly four-decades after)

The Wingless Eagle



As the weak heart yearns,
the brave soul dares.

Hope beams
from a tiny opening,
but big enough
for a whirlwind magic to begin.

With a new beginning,
stormy nights are ending.

Gray clouds move,
and the world stop turning;

paving way
for the mightiest eagle
to fly
up, up
and away.

This Transcending Thing



. . .beyond infatuation;
but, to cherish preciously.

. . .beyond regard;
but, to honor dearly.

. . .beyond ache;
but, to hope fervently.

. . .to dream,
and be faithful
to that dream.

. . .to devote,
and be loyal
to that devotion.

To love,
and be loved–
always, forever,
and beyond,
is the beauty
and magic
of this
thing. . .

“. . .called love;”
“. . .called you.”

Just the Same


Come What May.2

Like a gold
burning in flames,
or the blue sky
conquering the haze,
my heart
throbs for you
just the same.

Like the sun
or the moon
nothing change.

For though
we went through
enormous storms;
and that our hearts
were drenched;
rain after rain,
but this

. . . so hold me close,
and hang on tight–
And for once,
let’s close our eyes
and just cherish
this beautiful thing,
come what may.

Featured Song: Come What May, by Lani Hall

In Your Smile



In your smile,
my friend,
I see
of daisies,
and poppies,
with gentle winds
caressing them softly;
as they fall
on my cheeks,
in my palms,
oh so tenderly.

In your smile,
I see
the rainbow:
it’s pulling me
to dance,
while our hearts hum
the sweetest melody.

In your smile,
I see
the waves
and the shore
calmly meet
halfway across–
kissing each other
so deeply
with no remorse,
while the rays
of the pinky sun
and the bluish sky,
their sweet surrender
to eternity
they long dreamed
all along.

Featured Song: In Your Smile, an original Hawaiian music, courtesy of Na Leo.

‘Til the End


Til the End.3

Like the grandeur of green
in spring;

Like the warmth of sun
in summer;

like the crisp scent of pine
in winter,

fill my senses
until the end.

Like dainty drops of dew
in mornings;

Like striking blaze of horizons
in sunsets;

Like shimmering blings of stars
in evenings;

own my all
like there’s no end.

Like salt and sands
to the “blue ocean;”

Like waves and ripples
to the shore;

Like currents and rapids
to the river;

fill my senses

and own my all,

and don’t let this end.



Heat and light
are the foremost
of Sun
in our lives.

The plants,
which give us
foods and oxygen
largely depend
on the Sun
for energy,
and so with all
other living things,
which include us.

The Sun
warms the oceans.
It stirs
and brightens
the atmosphere.
It makes
that breathes
with hope
and dreams.
The Sun
is truly,
the gift
of light
and life.
And it is,
what Tomorrow

A Lonely Afternoon



-Revised and reposted-

It’s two-o’clock,
but it seems
like six or seven.
The grayish clouds
are thickening,
and it’s starting
to drizzle.
While an old melody
starts playing,
a very familiar longing
begins unfolding.

as the “long,
and very “lonely night”
is slow approaching,
are fast rewinding.
While silent tears
to fall,
this very lonely heart,
is inevitably missing;
uncontrollably hoping;
and, so undeniably

Perhaps Not a Bird Nor a Plane


We open ourselves to pain;
We embrace ache;
We defy ourselves
come what may.

We gamble our hearts in a lose-lose game;
We entrust our souls to fate;
We surrender our very all
notwithstanding what are at stake.

We set aside ideals;
We compromise principles;
We let emotions
rule all the way.

We label sacrifices as joy;
We tag irrationality as nobility; as
We opt to live
for its sake.

We fill our dreams of its thoughts;
We spend lifetime hoping for its best; so
We crawl to hold on
without thinking of control.

We smile in minutes of grief;
We cry in hours of glee;
We quit sanity indefinitely . . .

it’s not a bird
nor a plane–
but love
“is ever far
than we.”

That Damned Thing

Deprived of time;
Hindered by miles;
Faced with do-nots that rhyme;
How it conquered thy being,
there’s no way of telling. 

. . careless:
Lizards are eavesdropping;
. . . careful:
Mice are screeching,
in their hole-digging . . . 


. . . best part,
and that
damned thing;
though strangely conquering-
are in melody . . . 


. . . eyes are lighting up;
enamels are sparkling
all the way down,
so evincing harmony . . . 


. . . guess,
and that
damned thing
must be
wonderful things.


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 rée
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,