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Date Posted: 14:18:41 05/24/18 Thu
Author: Carlo G. Soldevilla
Subject: The Poems I Shared with my Officemate by Carlo G. Soldevilla

Poem for Mayor Rodrigo Duterte --- Overcome by Carlo G. Soldevilla
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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.

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Based on the FB link:
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10205309194347909&set=gm.1060531743963265&type=1&theater



Today’s Reflection-- Janitor by Carlo G. Soldevilla

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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.

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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.

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Based on the ABS-CBN FB link:
http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/video/nation/regions/02/02/15/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).
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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
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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.

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Based on my friend, Mortz’ FB link:
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10153420511384708&set=a.10153420509264708.1073741844.569334707&type=1&theater



Poem for Duterte -- The Philippine Transformer by Carlo G. Soldevilla

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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?


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Based on the FB pic shared by my classmate, Doreen:
http://www.facebook.com/369919453516/photos/a.10150535981058517.379594.369919453516/10151801643898517/?type=1&theater


Poem for Ma'am Gina -- Where Silence is Heard by Carlo G. Soldevilla

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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.).


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Poem based on Ma'am Gina Lopez' post at FB:
http://www.facebook.com/Lopez.Regina/photos/a.334987343194931.98112.322689754424690/1155417781151879/?type=1&theater




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.).

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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 reached 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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