She

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lotus



. . .to all the fellow She’s of WordPress, and of the world.


I

The lotus
whose beauty,
divinity
candor,
and grace,
always brings
sunshine
even
on rainy days—

II

The pretty,
little dainty
who loves
pigtails,
new dresses
lollipops
and fairytale,
but will never
trade your lap
and
warm embrace—

III

The chic high-schooler
who loves mini-skirts,
lip glosses,
Blush-ons,
Roses,
and serenades—

IV

The selfless Fiancée
who would give up
the world
to wear your ring,
and say
“I do,”
come what may.

V

Her eyes mirror
her yearning soul;
Her smiles are
ever glorious
and bright;
Her tears
so crystal clear
and could melt
the stiffest heart
be afar
or near.

VI

She carried you
in her womb;
She fed you
with her blood;
She sang you
a lullaby
for so many nights.

So love her—
Cherish her—
Coz though
she is,
what she is–
SHE is a gift–
so, you must
love her!



This Homo Sapien

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Revised and reposted as follows:

 
 
HGenome
 
 

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.

 

Indeed,
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;
And,
I am Earth’s
greatest legacy,
and I will
always be.

 
 
 

 
 

Poli’ahu

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Poli'ahu

Revised and reposted as follows:






The song featured in this post, is about the love story of our Hawaiian snow goddess, Poli’ahu.

A Hawaiian lore of a whirl-wind romance and a broken promise, Poli’ahu met an ali’i(a chief), named Aiwohikupua, on the Eastern slope of Maunakea, in the Island of Hawaii (a.k.a the Big Island).

Too smitten with each other, he took her home in Kaua’i, where they shared a bliss-she taught, knew no boundary, and as immortal as her.

So under the spell of love, she romanced giving up everything–even her being a goddess. She was even willing to give up more–and all for the love of a mortal, who was simply bound to flaws, and naturally unreliable.

Soon enough she discovered: He was taken already—and duly betrothed to the princess of Maui.

Too broken-hearted, the goddess left Kauai so humiliated and very angry. The saddest part of it all, was just like most scorned women, Poli’ahu turned vindictive. While deeply grieving for the loss of love she long dreamed and wanted, she stayed on top of Maunakea casting extreme snows and chills.

To this very modern-day, many Hawaiians still believe: Poli’ahu remains as the spirit behind snows on Maunakea (a dormant volcano). Scientifically speaking though, the snow during winter on Maunakea, could be due to its extreme elevation; being the tallest mountain in the world; and, standing at the south-eastern part of the Hawaiian chain at 33,100-feet below and above sea level.

Finally, Poli’ahu’s love story could be sad, but the song with the same title, is enchanting and serene. Equally enchanting, are the two hulas below. And just so you know, hula is not just a dance. For as critical as the body language, facial expression is very much a part of it too (as every hand and each foot step represents a word).’Cause, it’s actually the Hawaiians’ way of story telling, even meditating, and expressing their emotions, love and devotions; even preserving their traditions, and reliving history. Truly, it is one of the “many good things about Hawai’i” (1).

Mahalo nui loa WordPress!

Aloha kakou!

Enjoy the weekends!








Hawaiian Terms:
Aloha kakou!- May there be love between us (humanity).
Mahalo nui loa-Thank you from the bottom of my heart.






Poli’ahu (audio)


Hawai’i @ Lyrics, Sentiments and Me

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This is my location in campus as of this writing.

This is my location in campus as of this writing.

 

 

 

 

In this paradise called Hawai’i, as you probably know already: People are indeed warm and friendly. However, along with us, there are many special things about the Aloha State that you shouldn’t miss:

1. The island of Hawaii (being the second youngest among the Hawaiian chain) is two times taller, and one-hundred forty times bigger than Mt. Everest.

2. Still in the Northern Hemisphere, this is the most isolated archipelago(s) in the world (at the heart of the Pacific).

3. This is home to the safest, cleanest drinking water around (courtesy of our mountains and falls).

4. Due to isolation, high peaks and rainfall patterns, our islands originally don’t have any invasive plant and animal (not an ant, nor a mosquito). Sadly, the Polynesians have brought them (along with the rest of their transported topography) during migration as first settlers of these islands.

5. If there is no plant, and no animal: Originally, there is no human here too–meaning, we are all but adopted children of these beautiful islands.

6. Going back to geology, our eight islands of Niihau, Kauai, Oahu, Molokai, Lanai, Maui, and the Big Island (a.k.a. Hawaii) and Kahoolawe (we also have a new “baby” under water named Loihi), are all made of basalt lava. Although, it’s one of the strongest lavas on earth, it’s very sensitive to salt water (its Nemesis); as it causes our oldest islands of Niihau and Kauai, rusting, shrinking, and sinking (even believed to be in the process of disappearing).

7. Although the basalt nature of Hawaii poses threats to our islands (even to us, the people and our culture), it’s highly instrumental to science: As this humble home of ours, gives scientists the invaluable understanding on how earth is formed through fire and water.

8. This is home too, to the oldest and most active volcanoes on earth (although, it’s not so good for my COPD, seeing a fierce lava gently flows before my naked eye–is an experience of a lifetime).

9. Amid having the tropic weather, unlike other states, Hawaii very rarely reach ninety-degrees (truly the best weather in the planet).

10. Longevity here is high. As our kupunas (elders) are blessed with long lives (living at the average of eighty-five).

11. We have many immigrants from different corners of the world, who are once fatally sick, but they’ve recovered from terminal medical cases by simply enjoying the islands and embracing our simple lifestyles.

12. Last, but not least, this is the only place in the world you can experience getting leis not laid (wreath of flowers hang around the neck) from strangers.

And there are countless more others.

With that being said, please know that my upcoming posts would be more about those “countless more others,” in the days to come.

Why? Because this is my way of paying tribute to this paradise that adopted me. As to why again? Please read my poem in the navigation section above, In this Paradise Called Hawaii (if ever you are that interested). Besides, wouldn’t it be nice to be an ambassadress of aloha?

Nonetheless, thank you for your amazing support and generosity. Although, I am trying not to mention any numbers, but my heart can’t ignore the kindness you’re all extending to me–mahalo nui!.

On a sad note, my apologies if I am not so good returning your generosity sooner than I want to, ’cause school is crazy–I’m sorry. Regardless, I do humbly appreciate you, more than I could ever say it; and, more than I could ever express and return as well.

Thank you my WordPress family! Please expect more good things about Hawaii from me.

To HIM be always all the glory!

Aloooooooha everybody

 

 

 

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Imagining John

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(not our great poet Flanagan)





“Imagine there’s no heaven,
it’s easy if you try.
No hell below us,
above us,
only sky. . .
Imagine all the people,
living life in peace. . .”

John Lennon.


Being an avid fan of music, I have read a lot of biographies of phenomenal figures in the industry. Interestingly, they all have unique stories to tell the world. But among them all, no one intrigues me like John Lennon does.

And I mean DOES, ‘cause up to now, I am still “squeezing” my brain; and, I am still pulling my imagination, in trying to figure—as to what’s the story behind his hallmark song, Imagine

For it touches religion, politics, dreams, and life in general in intriguing ways. Although Beatles manipulated the airwaves for consecutive years, and that most of their songs topped the Billboards in the late twentieth-century, but Imagine—has nailed Lennon’s legacies—both as a composer and a singer.

He passed away in 1980, in New York City, and at the age of forty.

Indeed, decades have gone by, yet he is never forgotten even in this twenty-first-century. Perhaps it’s because, no one can write as fiercely as John, who is candid, brave; radical, bold and far more than liberal in scribbling his musing about the world, about love, and everything under the sun and above the moon. What is more mind-blowing, he put them in melodies, and the world still sing them ‘til now.

Furthermore, there are lots of people who are imagining what if John have live longer? What if he’s still with us? How would his presence impact the music industry? How would his stature pose threat(s) to politics and the governments of both Britain and America? Would radical thinking have its own genre? Let’s hear some “Imagining-John:”

“Lennon’s death still reverberates with stunning force; it has lost none of its impact over the past decade. For anyone who cared about the Beatles and Lennon’s individual vision and political activism, his impulse to experiment and his willingness to speak the unwelcome truth, the world is simply a less enjoyable, less engaging place without him. For those inclined to speculate, it is easy to imagine that his presence could have blunted the hard edges of the Eighties, that his humor, intelligence and sense of integrity could have proven a strong tonic for the spirit in those cynical times,” A. DeCurtis.

“Jacqueline Edmondson, a Lennon biographer, lauded him as ‘an incredibly creative and brilliant man. I don’t doubt that he would have pushed boundaries in music and art. Lennon was instrumental in redefining music in the 1960s and 1970s, but he also engaged with film, art, social protest and writing. My guess is that he would have continued to explore new genres, push boundaries and experiment with different art and music forms,’” Bucky Fox.

“The visual legacy of John Lennon is in Christchurch and Beatles fans will have the chance to secure their little slice of pop history. . . Imagine the Art of John Lennon is a collection of original sketches, fine art prints and handwritten song manuscripts,” Abbie Napier.

“Just when it seemed as if love was all you needed, Lennon’s legacy took a body blow in 1988 when Albert Goldman published his poisonous book “The Lives of John Lennon.” Even if the conventional image of the singer’s final years–years said to have been spent baking bread, romping in Central Park with Sean and in bed with Yoko–always seemed a bit cloying and sanitized, the picture that Goldman painted was appalling. Goldman’s Lennon was a gay, schizoid, anorexic heroin addict. Ono he liked less. As John Lahr put it in The New York Times Book Review, ‘Obviously, Mr. Goldman feels that the wrong Lennon was shot,’” Giles et Al.

There are many more others. . .
Some are good, and some are bad. . .



I Am Not a Fan

Personally, I was only eight, when he passed away. Although at that age, I was scribbling poems already, I didn’t know much of the facts. And no matter how I research, I still couldn’t find answers to my questions.

Regardless, if one ask me, how I imagine Lennon–I’ll say, “I believe: he was a good musician. He was a very good lyricist. Most importantly, he was madly in love with love,” just like me. That although, I am not one of his fans, but those (mentioned) and all of his invaluable contributions (be known or not) to music, are more than enough for me to say: May he find heaven. May he not be in hell. May he truly rest in peace!






References

Abbie, N. (2014, March 19). JOHN LENNON RETRO Imagine all his artworks. Press, The. p. A10.

De Curtis, A. A. (1990). The legacy of John Lennon. Rolling Stone, (593/594), 122.

Fox, Bucky (2014, April 3). Imagine If John Lennon Had Lived A Longer Life. Investors Business Daily. p. A03.

Giles, J., Chebatoris, J., Lyle, G., & Saito, S. (2005). LENNON LIVES. Newsweek, 146(22), 60.






Thank you Almighty One!

Thank you everyone! Enjoy your weekend and the coming week without a frown: Have fun!