sipping his last cup of tea
funeral visitors left theirs
untouched
unfinished cup of tea
he bids farewell to his
deceased wife
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
This Is the Red Door (Book Review)
This Is the Red Door
By James R. Whitley
Ironweed Press
ISBN 978-1-931336-03-1
Mr. James R. Whitley, This Is the Red Door is a collection of love poems that poignantly described the hope of falling in love and expressed the vivid colors of losing it all over again. Every poem will take you the blissful mountains and hills of love. This Is the Red Door is like a love guru that will teaches its readers on how to accept the sweet first taste of love till to its bittersweet and surprisingly tangy aftertaste.
I find his words unforgettable and some of my favored poems are Habanero, Pumpkin Cheesecake for One, “Monkey Know What Tree to Climb” and Jumping Bean. The juxtaposition he pains on his every poem was cleverly done that you would find yourself turning the pages of his book in one sitting.
On his poem Habanero, he vividly described his deepest feelings, his pain just like consuming hot peppers in a very unimaginative amount and though blisters were already burning his tongue and mouth, the pain he is trying to endure is incomparable to it. On Pumpkin Cheesecake for One, he used the juxtaposition on his poem in making a pumpkin cheesecake. He carefully described love through the usage of the main ingredients of this sweet dessert that even if you will only use half of each ingredient, you will still get to have a whole result. While both his poem “Monkey Know What Tree to Climb” and Jumping Bean were an eye opener, a gate like passage wherein consciousness is more awake and aware.
This is The Red Door is a love story about ordinary love that can only be made special and unique from those who are willing to let it reside in their hearts and unafraid of whatever will be the outcome. Mr. James R. Whitley’s poetry collection will make you feel the “hot pink” part of love.
To know more about the author and more of his works, visit his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com
By James R. Whitley
Ironweed Press
ISBN 978-1-931336-03-1
Mr. James R. Whitley, This Is the Red Door is a collection of love poems that poignantly described the hope of falling in love and expressed the vivid colors of losing it all over again. Every poem will take you the blissful mountains and hills of love. This Is the Red Door is like a love guru that will teaches its readers on how to accept the sweet first taste of love till to its bittersweet and surprisingly tangy aftertaste.
I find his words unforgettable and some of my favored poems are Habanero, Pumpkin Cheesecake for One, “Monkey Know What Tree to Climb” and Jumping Bean. The juxtaposition he pains on his every poem was cleverly done that you would find yourself turning the pages of his book in one sitting.
On his poem Habanero, he vividly described his deepest feelings, his pain just like consuming hot peppers in a very unimaginative amount and though blisters were already burning his tongue and mouth, the pain he is trying to endure is incomparable to it. On Pumpkin Cheesecake for One, he used the juxtaposition on his poem in making a pumpkin cheesecake. He carefully described love through the usage of the main ingredients of this sweet dessert that even if you will only use half of each ingredient, you will still get to have a whole result. While both his poem “Monkey Know What Tree to Climb” and Jumping Bean were an eye opener, a gate like passage wherein consciousness is more awake and aware.
This is The Red Door is a love story about ordinary love that can only be made special and unique from those who are willing to let it reside in their hearts and unafraid of whatever will be the outcome. Mr. James R. Whitley’s poetry collection will make you feel the “hot pink” part of love.
To know more about the author and more of his works, visit his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com
Saturday, December 19, 2009
The Goddess of Goodbye (Book Review)
The Goddess of Goodbye
By James R. Whitley
Published by Word Press
ISBN 9781934999707
Unforgettable.
Mr. James Whitley’s The Goddess of Goodbye once again proved that death is nothing but a sweet slumber. By reading his poems you can actually feel death breathing on your face with its scent so delicious you could actually taste it on your lips. I felt so deeply moved in Let There Be A Purple Heaven and Covet Not the Flame Her Bright Feathers, you could really feel the pain and longing of the person speaking.
The Goddess of Goodbye is a collection of poem that will open up your soul to the full extent of its consciousness that death is not the end for the person who is dying or for the people who will be left behind but rather a new start, a new beginning of another novel like life. Mr. Whitley’s poems are like sonata lingering in the cold winter night. It will touch the deepest part of your heart and will reconcile with your soul. he pictured his poems with words no one can ever do as it have more life you can actually hear his poems breath. His will echo inside your head and his poems will be your guide for a long, long time.
Mr. Whitley’s Goddess of Goodbye is just one of the best poetry books I’ve read. It is a kind of poetry book you will love to give to your loved ones. The Goddess of Goodbye is a kind of book you will not keep in your book shelves for a very long time as it will stay in your bed for the rest of your life.
To know more about this book and his other works, please feel free to check his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com
By James R. Whitley
Published by Word Press
ISBN 9781934999707
Unforgettable.
Mr. James Whitley’s The Goddess of Goodbye once again proved that death is nothing but a sweet slumber. By reading his poems you can actually feel death breathing on your face with its scent so delicious you could actually taste it on your lips. I felt so deeply moved in Let There Be A Purple Heaven and Covet Not the Flame Her Bright Feathers, you could really feel the pain and longing of the person speaking.
The Goddess of Goodbye is a collection of poem that will open up your soul to the full extent of its consciousness that death is not the end for the person who is dying or for the people who will be left behind but rather a new start, a new beginning of another novel like life. Mr. Whitley’s poems are like sonata lingering in the cold winter night. It will touch the deepest part of your heart and will reconcile with your soul. he pictured his poems with words no one can ever do as it have more life you can actually hear his poems breath. His will echo inside your head and his poems will be your guide for a long, long time.
Mr. Whitley’s Goddess of Goodbye is just one of the best poetry books I’ve read. It is a kind of poetry book you will love to give to your loved ones. The Goddess of Goodbye is a kind of book you will not keep in your book shelves for a very long time as it will stay in your bed for the rest of your life.
To know more about this book and his other works, please feel free to check his website at www.jamesrwhitley.com
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Little Ms. UN 2009
This is my daughter Shea Leigh and was chosen by her class to represents the country of South Korea during their UN celebration in school last Nov. 6, 2009. It was a competition and my daughter won as Little Ms. UN 2009. Here are some of her pics taken with her partner, Allen Gabor. I know that she had a wonderful time that day and I'm sure proud of her!
from the morning calm
with love for her country
a princess emerges
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Everything's in Black and White (Dementia Poem)
It was raining very hard
when I came home from school
the front door was opened
and every light in the house was turned on
it is blinding
I wonder if the lightning decided to live with us
on the floor were dozens of M&M candies
scattered everywhere, on the sofa,
on the coffe table, on the black piano
and even on kitty's litter box
mother, where are you? I called out
she was in the kitchen
the sound of her sobs told me
so I walked upstairs
my brother's crayon's are all broken
into halves
and then I saw father in their bedroom
olive green crayon on his trembling hand
on their bedroom wall
he's doing his masterpiece
that only he can see and understand
father, I softly asked, is everything all right?
he looked up on me
why everything's in black and white? he cried
it is because the lightning
stroke the rainbow
shattered the rainbow
hammered the rainbow
into million bits of pieces
when I came home from school
the front door was opened
and every light in the house was turned on
it is blinding
I wonder if the lightning decided to live with us
on the floor were dozens of M&M candies
scattered everywhere, on the sofa,
on the coffe table, on the black piano
and even on kitty's litter box
mother, where are you? I called out
she was in the kitchen
the sound of her sobs told me
so I walked upstairs
my brother's crayon's are all broken
into halves
and then I saw father in their bedroom
olive green crayon on his trembling hand
on their bedroom wall
he's doing his masterpiece
that only he can see and understand
father, I softly asked, is everything all right?
he looked up on me
why everything's in black and white? he cried
it is because the lightning
stroke the rainbow
shattered the rainbow
hammered the rainbow
into million bits of pieces
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Still There
we meet again
after long years of
forgotten laughter
I saw your face again
and in the crowd you saw me looking at you
you smile at me
I smiled back as the night
continues to enjoy
every moment of long,
lost and forgotten love
then I caught you
staring back at me
though her arms are around you
tracing the soft garments of your
shirt with her playful fingers
I looked back at you
though I'm with him
dancing, locked in
sweet embrace of new love
when was the last time
we danced, embraced?
do you still remember it?
I dont. do you?
then as the night finally
reached its curtain call
I walk towards you
your eyes waiting for me
could almost feel your
warm arms around me
I bid farewell
you asked, when can I see you again?
I looked at her
then back at you
I smiled and softly kissed
your flushed cheek
in my dreams I'll see
you tonight
after long years of
forgotten laughter
I saw your face again
and in the crowd you saw me looking at you
you smile at me
I smiled back as the night
continues to enjoy
every moment of long,
lost and forgotten love
then I caught you
staring back at me
though her arms are around you
tracing the soft garments of your
shirt with her playful fingers
I looked back at you
though I'm with him
dancing, locked in
sweet embrace of new love
when was the last time
we danced, embraced?
do you still remember it?
I dont. do you?
then as the night finally
reached its curtain call
I walk towards you
your eyes waiting for me
could almost feel your
warm arms around me
I bid farewell
you asked, when can I see you again?
I looked at her
then back at you
I smiled and softly kissed
your flushed cheek
in my dreams I'll see
you tonight
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
A Tribute
so many years had passed and still thelove and loud voices of the ones abused people
still echoes in our hearts
the freedom has finally been granted
for those who were hurt,
for those who cried,
for those who lost a son, a daughter,
a father, a mother
now yellow roses flooded in the air
singing voices of the free people echo,
prayers are murmured,
thanks have been said from the heart
as they all bid farewell
to you, our mother of democracy.
A Tribute To Our Former President Corazon C. Aquino
who bravely fought but lost the battle to colon cancer.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Once a Legend...Always a Legend
never alone
a legend now has his
golden wings
*Tribute to Michael Jackson
Fly free, Michael, fly high!!!
a legend now has his
golden wings
*Tribute to Michael Jackson
Fly free, Michael, fly high!!!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Happy Mother's Day
the magazine where in my story and my kids pic came out today. I was overwhelmed after being so sick for the past weeks, it was truly a wonderful gift for Mother's Day!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Save the Whales Anthology
I couldn't let this wonderful news about my eight year old daughter, Shea leigh, passed by without bragging it to everyone. Yipee!
March 30, 2009
Shea Leigh P. Rebancos
8 Virata St. DBP Village
Almanza Las Pinas City 1750
Philippines
Re: Save The Whales Poetry Anthology
Poem: Whales on the Sea
Dear Shea,
Congratulations! The Poetry Committee met last week and your excellent poem was selected for the Save The Whales Poetry Anthology. We are thrilled with the poem and delighted to have a student from the Philippines.
Unfortunately, we do not have enough poems meeting our criteria for a book at this time, and we are extending the submissions date to the end of the year, December 31, 2009. This means that it will be after that date before we will begin the work of publishing a book. You will receive a copy after it is published.
There are a couple of forms attached to this email, one for you to sign and one for a parent or guardian to sign.
Sincerely,
Maris Sidenstecker I
Co-Founder Save The Whales
savethewhales.org
m1sid@earthlink.net
March 30, 2009
Shea Leigh P. Rebancos
8 Virata St. DBP Village
Almanza Las Pinas City 1750
Philippines
Re: Save The Whales Poetry Anthology
Poem: Whales on the Sea
Dear Shea,
Congratulations! The Poetry Committee met last week and your excellent poem was selected for the Save The Whales Poetry Anthology. We are thrilled with the poem and delighted to have a student from the Philippines.
Unfortunately, we do not have enough poems meeting our criteria for a book at this time, and we are extending the submissions date to the end of the year, December 31, 2009. This means that it will be after that date before we will begin the work of publishing a book. You will receive a copy after it is published.
There are a couple of forms attached to this email, one for you to sign and one for a parent or guardian to sign.
Sincerely,
Maris Sidenstecker I
Co-Founder Save The Whales
savethewhales.org
m1sid@earthlink.net
Friday, March 13, 2009
New Poem (Smoke Book)
my new poem is now posted at this link. thanks!
http://thesmokingbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-or-without-it.html
http://thesmokingbook.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-or-without-it.html
Friday, March 6, 2009
Published Story
one of my short stories was accepted in one of the leading family oriented magazine here in the Philippines (Good Housekeeping) and it will be out on April. Thank you, my dearest friend Richard, for everything!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Spring Haiku
tractor in the field
robin and her nestlings
sing with the noise
mama collects milk
from the mooing cow
on spring morn
with the robins singing
under a tree
I wrote my haiku
such joy
cherry blossom blooms
outside our classroom
robin and her nestlings
sing with the noise
mama collects milk
from the mooing cow
on spring morn
with the robins singing
under a tree
I wrote my haiku
such joy
cherry blossom blooms
outside our classroom
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Season For Everything
SUMMER
wet bedsheet
from summer heat
or sudden pain?
throbbing pain
I change my turtleneck shirt
lump on my neck
sudden high fever
in mid summer noon
mom panics
early to bed
early to rise
still forsaken tired
sleepless nights
start to talk with me
in bed
FALL
after my appointment
outside the clinic
a maple leaf pats me
diagnosed at last
on my way home
withered leaves lead me
a crow flies above
the almost bare tree
premonition
full moon, night's deep
still wide awake from
the doctor's news
starched white sheet
covers now my sickbed
night falls early
WINTER
freezing white petals
start to pour in
glad my sickbed's warm
poems in my mind
while the snow falls
my meds kicking in
one winter night
on my sickbed I opened
my black album
on my sickbed
sound of rattling bottles of pills
and murmured prayers
the doctor comes in
new meds, strong ones
a snowstorm starts
SPRING
frankly I've been told
'no more cure, dear'
I sigh
in spring time
everything comes alive
except for me
smell of carnation
am I now laying on my
deathbed?
a sparrow sings
a song so sad
it's more like a lament
doctors gave up
my files now buried
in their memories
wet bedsheet
from summer heat
or sudden pain?
throbbing pain
I change my turtleneck shirt
lump on my neck
sudden high fever
in mid summer noon
mom panics
early to bed
early to rise
still forsaken tired
sleepless nights
start to talk with me
in bed
FALL
after my appointment
outside the clinic
a maple leaf pats me
diagnosed at last
on my way home
withered leaves lead me
a crow flies above
the almost bare tree
premonition
full moon, night's deep
still wide awake from
the doctor's news
starched white sheet
covers now my sickbed
night falls early
WINTER
freezing white petals
start to pour in
glad my sickbed's warm
poems in my mind
while the snow falls
my meds kicking in
one winter night
on my sickbed I opened
my black album
on my sickbed
sound of rattling bottles of pills
and murmured prayers
the doctor comes in
new meds, strong ones
a snowstorm starts
SPRING
frankly I've been told
'no more cure, dear'
I sigh
in spring time
everything comes alive
except for me
smell of carnation
am I now laying on my
deathbed?
a sparrow sings
a song so sad
it's more like a lament
doctors gave up
my files now buried
in their memories
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Back to School
Today i asked my eight year old daughter to come with me in my old school. i'm planning to go back to school on June and would like to take up Practical Nursing. well if things will work out just the way i plan, maybe i'll be on my way to studying again. wish me luck!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Miracle Stories
I've been writing and sending miracle stories to Chicken Soup for the Soul for almost a week now. I never knew how many stories my life have until I put it all down into words. now what I'm praying is another miracle... I hope that one of my stories will be published then.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Another Chapter
I know it's over
I know it's gone
every time mom throws the calendar
every time a new one hangs on the wall
every time the whole family gathers around
I know it's over
what the next year will bring
that I don't know
that I'm not sure
will it be different from the other year
or is it just a matter of number change?
but I know I'm sure
the passed year brought me tears
brought me laughter
brought me friends I've been searching for a long time
brought me flowers with scent that still lingered
brought me good news in golden wings
brought me bad, sad news in hearse
those things were in suitcase now
the cab's here waiting to take it all away
the ticket's on its pocket
one-way ticket
no turning back, last trip last chapter
in my life's journey
I sniffled
tears with reason I don't know
but it all made me
brave enough
smart enough
strong enough
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