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Date Posted: 14:15:52 05/24/18 Thu
Author: Carlo G. Soldevilla
Subject: ..she reached 65....she can ask for... (Please check. Thanks.)
In reply to: Carlo G. Soldevilla 's message, "The Poems I Shared with my Officemate by Carlo G. Soldevilla" on 23:34:06 05/23/18 Wed

>Poem for Mayor Rodrigo Duterte --- Overcome by Carlo
>G. Soldevilla
>---
>Overcome
>By Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Written on January 27, 2015
>
>I like Duterte’s quote, it’s one-of-a-kind,
>It guides the lost and leads the blind.
>He said, and I quote: “I don’t care if I burn in hell,
>For as long as the people I serve live in paradise.”
>
>It’s something like the great words of President
>Quezon.
>He preferred the Philippines to be ruled by the
>Filipinos..
>It suggests ownership: “ This land is mine….
>G-d gave this land to me. “.– This is fine.
>
>Matt Monroe sang that song well.
>The tune you can easily remember as you pump water
>from the well.-
>Living a simple life in the rural place where you used
>to live,
>Away from civilization, they say, but the rustic
>feeling you just can’t get rid (of).
>
>‘President Duterte’ I hope you become,
>Your decision maybe firm..maybe not pleasing everyone.
>But as long as you think and are fully convinced that
>what you’re doing is right,
>With wisdom from above, do it. The darkness must be
>overcome by light.
>
>----
>Based on the FB link:
>http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1020530919434790
>9&set=gm.1060531743963265&type=1&theater
>
>
>
>Today’s Reflection-- Janitor by Carlo G. Soldevilla
>
>---
>Janitor
>By Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Written on January 29, 2015
>
>We sometimes or always love to claim that which is not
>ours.
>Take this land (Pls. click the link below) , as an
>example… only to find out later that it’s productive,
>having natural wealth.
>
>Due to our being great and influential, we maneuver
>things that that which is not ours we claim our very
>own.
>And this legacy we want to leave, that we’ve been
>wealthy, having this and that though they were not
>acquired through honest means.
>
>We want men and women to respect us, to look up to us,
>but we are not mindful of the wrong things that we’ve
>been doing.
>
>From G-d’s point-of-view, it would be a great shame
>for us doing this. We seek our own honor, our own
>certainty of things- that they belong to us though
>they really don’t.
>
>I am reminded of King David, about that which he asked
>about the meaning…about a man getting the only sheep
>that the other man owns or has, though the former had
>already lots of things to enjoy.
>
>As a king (David) , he was furious,.. and he rendered
>his judgment on the man who took the other man’s only
>property….only to boomerang that that man refers to
>him, being the king who wanted everything.
>
>Maybe, this thing had led him to repent and come back
>to G-d, asking G-d for forgiveness as you read the
>‘tehillim’ or Psalm.
>Human as we are, we may fall into this trap, and
>maybe, during this time of crisis, it would be suffice
>to desire what Joseph desired when he was a janitor in
>his teenage years. He (Joseph) desired nothing except
>his daily food to eat. And we know that story well,
>from Janitor, he later on became the governor or Prime
>Minister of Egypt.
>
>---
>Based on the FB link:
>http://apdforum.com/en_GB/article/rmiap/articles/online
>/features/2015/01/19/sultanate-prince-died
>
>
>
>02/02/2015 8:53PM
>Circumcise it While It Flies
>By Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Written on February 3, 2015
>
>In an undetermined battle, no one wins.
>Like a sword slashing through the air, trying to slice
>the mosquito or fly into two.
>Although this is possible,
>The most difficult task is to identify the mosquito or
>the fly,
>Its color, its weight, its ‘citizeship’, its identity.
>
>But in our case,
>Who makes the two fighting Filipinos quarrel?
>Simply like the quarrel between the mosquito and the
>fly,
>Who are just mere small animals, flying in the air?
>
>Who holds the sword?
>Mighty is he or she.
>And has even the ability
>Not only to cut the fly or mosquito in two,
>But even to circumcise it while it flies.
>
>---
>Based on the ABS-CBN FB link:
>http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/video/nation/regions/02/02/1
>5/milf-also-seeks-justice-18-slain-fighters
>
>
>Poem for My Friend, Ching -- Her Words by Carlo G.
>Soldevilla -- Her Words by Carlo G. Soldevilla Written
>on April 10, 2015 She can hide her feelings with her
>happy smile. Her eyes are sparkling, I'm wondering
>why... A calm composure she carries or shows, Her
>heart seems to have no burden, her face gently glows.
>That my friend, Ching--The world seems to be under her
>feet, She does not carry it (the world), and her words
>are sweet.
>http://www.voy.com/225701/3162.html?z=1
>
>
>Poem for Mary - Chocolate by Carlo G. Soldevilla -0-
>Chocolate by Carlo G. Soldevilla Written on April 28,
>2015 “Congratulations, Carlo, You’re not late.”, Of
>course, I’m early today..now drinking chocolate. (It’s
>just P5.00, the problem sometimes, The ants becomes a
>chocomix (They drop with the hot water in the paper
>cup), They (the ants) love to be where the sweet is.
>Grand entrance, I should call it, And I’m feeling
>proud. Every time I came to the office early, I call
>it an accomplishment and greetings are loud. “Oh,
>you’re so early today.” They (my officemates) used to
>see me being late. Sometimes, I responded: “I’m (now)
>born again. I come to the office early..as my
>motorcycle passed the gate. The first thing which came
>to my mind was about the fate of Mary So, politely I
>asked our OJT (On-the-Job Trainee): “Has the execution
>(firing squad) been done? What happened to Mary?” “The
>firing squad did not happen.” To heaven I looked up &
>thanked G-d so dearly. For Mary, it could be the
>hardest wait. For her to determine if she would still
>live or die, one may call it fate. Imagine Christ,
>kneeling and praying in Gethsemane, Of all the million
>people, a question may be asked: ‘Why me?’ Thank you,
>Mr. President (Indonesia), I see humility in your
>face, You have made the Filipino hearts (heart rates)
>stable, This thing about Mary had caused us stress.
>May the good L-rd bless and keep you and that your
>reign would last. Even until eternity, would this be
>too hard to grasp? -0- Cc: Pope Francis (through
>Twitter) , Indonesian President (through FB).
>'
>Poem for Mary - Chocolate by Carlo G. Soldevilla -0-
>Chocolate by Carlo G. Soldevilla Written on April 28,
>2015 “Congratulations, Carlo, You’re not late.”, Of
>course, I’m early today..now drinking chocolate. (It’s
>just P5.00, the problem sometimes, The ants becomes a
>chocomix (They drop with the hot water in the paper
>cup), They (the ants) love to be where the sweet is.
>Grand entrance, I should call it, And I’m feeling
>proud. Every time I came to the office early, I call
>it an accomplishment and greetings are loud. “Oh,
>you’re so early today.” They (my officemates) used to
>see me being late. Sometimes, I responded: “I’m (now)
>born again. I come to the office early..as my
>motorcycle passed the gate. The first thing which came
>to my mind was about the fate of Mary So, politely I
>asked our OJT (On-the-Job Trainee): “Has the execution
>(firing squad) been done? What happened to Mary?” “The
>firing squad did not happen.” To heaven I looked up &
>thanked G-d so dearly. For Mary, it could be the
>hardest wait. For her to determine if she would still
>live or die, one may call it fate. Imagine Christ,
>kneeling and praying in Gethsemane, Of all the million
>people, a question may be asked: ‘Why me?’ Thank you,
>Mr. President (Indonesia), I see humility in your
>face, You have made the Filipino hearts (heart rates)
>stable, This thing about Mary had caused us stress.
>May the good L-rd bless and keep you and that your
>reign would last. Even until eternity, would this be
>too hard to grasp? -0- Cc: Pope Francis (through
>Twitter) , Indonesian President (through FB).
>
>
>Poem for Grace Poe -- Grace Poe by Carlo G. Soldevilla
>---
>Grace Poe
>By Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Written on June 3, 2015
>
>
>Grace Poe..- I think she will win. She could become
>the Philippine President. She has…
>
>..the beauty that radiates,
>..the heart that palpitates,
>..the smile that captivates,
>..the charm that liberates,
>..the action that translates,
>..the beginning that emanates,
>..the mind that liberates.
>
>She’s like a…
>..sail that smoothly navigates,
>..a bridge that facilitates,
>..prized catch that waits.
>
>
>..and she has/is..
>
>..no attitude that procrastinates,
>..no pride that evaporates,
>..no rising tide or flood that dissipates,
>..no spirit that dominates,
>..no current that fluctuates
>..no measure that underestimates,
>..no attitude that dictates,
>..no lots of talks which narrates,
>..no compound that substantiates
>..no exclamation point that punctuates,
>..no fear for heavy weights.
>
>
>She has…
>..the love that demonstrates,
>..the joy that escalates,
>..the sound that resonates,
>..the echo that reverberates,
>..the garnish that decorates
>..the moon that serenades…
>
>
>…and she has…
>
>..the aura that contemplates,
>..the thought that meditates,
>..the forecast that calculates,
>..the example that illustrates,
>..the happiness that mitigates (the sorrow),
>.. the clarity that enunciates.
>
>
>She has..
>
>.. the light that illuminates,
>..the legacy that perpetuates,
>..the butterfly’s mimicry that imitates,
>..the molecule that precipitates,
>..the womanhood that celebrates.
>
>..the pulse that pulsates,
>..the tolerance that tolerates,
>..the diploma of the graduates,
>..the theory that postulates,
>..the influence that gravitates..
>
>.. And lastly, she has..
>
>No wound that irritates,
>No mind that hallucinates,
>No prejudice that differentiates,
>No whim that infatuates.
>
>-0-
>Based on my friend, Mortz’ FB link:
>http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1015342051138470
>8&set=a.10153420509264708.1073741844.569334707&type=1&t
>heater
>
>
>
>Poem for Duterte -- The Philippine Transformer by
>Carlo G. Soldevilla
>
>-0-
>The Philippine Transformer
>by Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Written on June 17, 2015
>
>
>So how do we call Digong? The Philippine Transformer?
>From 110 volts to 220, He's a man of good character.
>We who stayed in Davao, knew the Davao City of old,
>even the pickpockets in Maa...
>The killings, the bombings, even the rise of the Alsa
>Masa.
>
>From a troubled city, into a peaceful 'town'.
>It rose and soared toward industrialization, and
>troubles gone.
>Now, we Filipinos must choose what kind of leader do
>we want to serve,
>The one who is in the right step toward the right
>direction, or the one who in EDSA swerved?
>
>
>-0-
>Based on the FB pic shared by my classmate, Doreen:
>http://www.facebook.com/369919453516/photos/a.101505359
>81058517.379594.369919453516/10151801643898517/?type=1&
>theater
>
>
>Poem for Ma'am Gina -- Where Silence is Heard by Carlo
>G. Soldevilla
>
>-0-
>
>Where Silence is Heard
>by Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Written on June 17, 2015
>
>
>What one can see (Pls. click blue link below) are the
>ripples forming gently,
>Its crests and waves in harmony,
>Like the slow progression of notes played beautifully
>in the piano,
>The decrescendo more powerful than the crescendo.
>
>In serene places like this, one will be able to
>meditate,
>And think about life's ups and downs, the
>achievements, the mistake(s),
>G-d created silence so one could spend time thinking,
>There is no better place than where silence is heard..
>and the soul communing (with G-d.).
>
>
>-0-
>Poem based on Ma'am Gina Lopez' post at FB:
>http://www.facebook.com/Lopez.Regina/photos/a.334987343
>194931.98112.322689754424690/1155417781151879/?type=1&t
>heater
>
>
>
>06/18/2015 5:34PM
>Carlo, naa kay karton diha nga gamay para masudlan
>nako sa ube jams and strawberry jams para davao kay
>icheck in man daw ni sa airport. Nia ko popcom dorm.
>07/13/2015 7:00PM
>poem for my officemates: The Laptop
>by Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Written on July 14, 2015
>
>
>It's been a beautiful day which G-d created anew.
>In the office, a laptop was lost and now we hate this
>song 'It Might Be __ .'..
>And who stole the laptop?, I stand with my government
>service unblemished integrity 'It Wouldn't Be Me.'
>Still, we hate the song 'It Might Be You.' the priests
>and Stephen Bishop must now sing with me (Pls. click
>song below.).
>
>-0-
>cc: To my uncle priest (San Jose Parish, Antique),
>Father Gregorio Soldevilla
>
>And now you may hear Bishop's song (Based on Bishop's
>song:
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrofYIAml5s
>
>
>A Commissioned Poem (by Ms. Mai) for Ms. Rose’s
>Birthday –Gentle Composure by Carlo G. Soldevilla
>Gentle Composure By Carlo G. Soldevilla Written on
>July 14, 2015 Maam Mai-Mai, at 2:30 PM today, Ma’am
>Rose will celebrate her birthday. At AV room, second
>floor, everybody is invited, in our office we won’t
>stay.. ..but we have to go to attend the party, I
>think she’s reaching 65. (Don’t tell her about her
>age, for me, honestly, she just looks, 35.). Or you
>may relay this to her, her 30 or more wonderful years
>in the office were spent with pride,- Not that being
>boastful, but with sheer happiness, she sent her
>children to school..everything in stride. What more
>she can ask of? Everything’s been given to her like
>opportunities to go abroad, to U.S. , anywhere. My
>fervent wish for her is that G-d will bless her with
>good health, good family, and may she maintain her
>gentle composure.
>
>
>Poem for my Two (2) Bosses -- Two Bosses Who Never
>Talked by Carlo G. Soldevilla Two Bosses Who Never
>Talked by Carlo G. Soldevilla Written on July 28, 2015
>One (boss) decided that I should go... The other
>said-- It's not... So I left the office and followed
>the first, The other said: "You're not (supposed to be
>here.). Two bosses who never talked..or shared talks
>ahead of time, Is like a person not thinking enough,
>the consequence is a waste of time. The same with
>planning, you don't have to plan late. Evaluation
>comes last and not ahead of time, one's decision will
>determine his/her fate. -0- Note: Names withheld for
>privacy purposes. Based on my experience today to
>supposedly attend a training.
>
>
>
>My Desiderata For Philippine Politicians--Mr./Ms.
>Universe by Carlo G. Soldevilla -0- Mr./Ms. Universe
>by Carlo G. Soldevilla Written on September 17, 2015
>Stop bickering, it will do you no good, Putting the
>other person down, and seeking to be understood?
>Desire to be President, only if you can, This is a
>chance for you to seek for Philippines' lost
>treasures--Everything's in your hand. But remember
>that a critical mass (about a million or so?..for EDSA
>show?) can easily pull you down. If, in your
>leadership style, you're merely posing as a clown.
>..Otherwise, G-d forbid, if this may happen,
>presidency may not be your calling, but simply to
>become happy (not go lucky) like a simple man or
>woman, or like Mr. Bean. I mean, be serious, but not
>seriously wrong, Or if may say with due respect to all
>religions, be religious, but not religiously wrong.
>Believe in G-d your creator. You are not Mr./Ms.
>Universe. Ask Gloria Diaz (or her beautiful daughter
>Isabelle), or Margie,-- Only a few has this crown.
>Read a verse... ...from the bible to guide you in your
>political career. Know what the mother of King Lemuel
>told him..G-d forbid that you will be 'overdose' or be
>'soaked' with beer. -0- cc: Gloria, Isabelle, Rev.
>Father Gregorio dela Cruz Soldevilla (San Jose Parish,
>Antique), Fr. Crispo Holanda Salinas.
>
>Poem for Gringo – The Joke of Honasan by Carlo G.
>Soldevilla -0- The Joke of Honasan By Carlo G.
>Soldevilla Written on September 22, 2015 I’m laughing
>at the joke of Honasan, a tandem that could not be,
>For Binay and him to join forces together, it would be
>far from reality. BI-HON , too difficult to sell
>according to him, Noodles might be so easy, So how
>will Binay decide now? Resort to Bi-bo? Will Bong say
>‘This is fitting for me”?
>
>
>Matters of the Heart By Carlo G. Soldevilla Written on
>October 30, 2015 It’s a day that was yesterday. Early
>in the morning yesterday, I woke up at 4:00 dawn.
>(That old house of ours in Silang, Cavite where we
>used to stay looked dirty, uninhabited for quite a
>long time, but I still took a night or two to sleep
>there so my travel to the Philippine Heart Center
>would be fast and easy.). So I reached the Heart
>Center at 7:30 in the morning. The Wellness Center
>door was still close. A nurse was waiting outside,
>also expecting that the first staff of the center
>would arrive. 15 minutes later, Jam, on of the staff
>came in and he entertained us both. Right soon, my
>annual physical exam had to begin. 7 cc of blood,
>stool, and urine were submitted and examined. Of
>course, the most ‘delicate’ part was when my heart was
>checked. All examinations took place in just a single
>day. At the end of the hour, a lady ‘Jesuit’- trained
>doctor explained my health conditions which turned out
>to be normal. I’m just a little overweight that in few
>days, weeks, or months, I have to go slow with my diet
>to attain the proper Body Mass Index (BMI). -0- I
>don’t want to miss this thing, and that is to
>acknowledge the great accomplishment of the HR
>Department for choosing the tertiary hospital for our
>yearly health exam. It’s just superb. The heart-It’s
>the most important organ of the body, I should say,
>and that without it, it’s totally the end of life
>
>My Ducks by Carlo G. Soldevilla Written on June 23,
>2013 (a short story for my Kidapawan townsmates)
>Growing up, not in the wilderness but in the rural
>Kidapawan made me discover things and wonder about
>them. When I was 5 years old, my mother bought me a
>book which showed several wooden planes that were used
>during World Wars I and II. This could be where my
>first fascination about flight began. Years had passed
>and that was during my adolescent years that I began
>raising ducks. (Modesty aside, I'm an expert in
>Patotim, a savory duck recipe in Philippine cuisine.).
>I raised 17 ducks and I placed them 'behind bars' or
>square iron fence. (In raising ducks, the ideal ratio
>is 1 is to 4, that is one male for every 4 female
>(ducks). I had 2 male ducks and 15 female ducks so
>mine was in excess.). Sometimes, I let my ducks prey
>(ducks are herbivores not predators) or range freely
>to search organic food around our house but sometimes
>they go to our friendly neighborhood, and unluckily,
>sometimes they could not return home. Our 1,000
>square-meter area was quite large. One time, our
>female duck (she was hatching her egg that period but
>got out of her room for a while to find food) took off
>from where I stood and flew above ground (about 7
>feet) and soared toward our neighbor's house at a
>speed of around 30 kilometers per hour. I can't
>believe it could fly because we used to see
>domesticated ducks which just roamed around and walked
>at low speed but it was very seldom that they fly.
>Later on, I learned that inorder for a bird to fly or
>soar gracefully, it had to fully spread its wings. The
>bird's ability to fly is purely G-d-given. Ihe duck or
>bird is in full control of each of its feathers that
>can make them stop or fly, or soar freely as their
>instinct dictates them. In actual flight, there are
>seemingly 2 problems which is beyond the pilot's
>control. The first one is the wind. You cannot hold it
>or contain it. It has density, it has moisture, and
>you cannot direct it as to which address it should go.
>(Basically, air is a fluid containing about 21 %
>oxygen, about 70 percent nitrogen, and other gases
>like argon, etc...). The other problem is the size of
>the wings of your airplane. During take off or
>landing, you cannot extend or shorten the plane's
>wings (unlike the duck or bird which has the ability
>to control its feathers.). What you can only do is to
>pitch, tilt, yaw or roll but you can, in no way
>extend, shorten or bend its wings to adjust against
>the blowing of the wind. Birds have that natural
>ability and they fly gracefully. I think you are
>familiar with the truth, that birds, more specifically
>the eagles are so much happy when there is storm
>because the storm help the eagles in their ability to
>glide. They use the air power to drive them. Back to
>my ducks, I do not know if what I did was wrong. I
>took the scissors and cut its feathers so I can easily
>tend them. Later, I realized that it seemed that what
>I did to my ducks (cutting their feathers) was wrong.
>Their pain was my convenience....so I could tend or
>raise them easily. But somehow I am thankful for my
>ducks. They gave me insights about flight. See you
>Pinatubo at the birds-eye-view!

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