A Tribute to President Corazon C. Aquino

SHEPHERDESS OF THE SUN

Oh! How my wailing heart bleeds
For the Mother of this pathetic land
Who in her feeble shoulders
Carried us, lost, wandering sheep.
But alas! I cry with this country,
For there lies my cherished shepherdess,
Cold against my caress.

Amidst the beasts from foreign lands
And powers of our own,
She, unlike the socialite roam
In her sun-like suits array
Led us to the fold. Now in depths of earth
Lies my dear, dear shepherdess,
Cold against my caress.

When on the ground these people lay overthrown,
My esteemed shepherdess came
And in her bosom they helplessly clave.
Then once she battled with heart and mind
To overcome the treacherous enemy alone,
And now, here lies my noble shepherdess,
Cold and numb against my caress.

I feel for her sheep, now gone astray
Who once hailed her courage
To restore their wings of liberty
And miraculously convinced democracy to stay.
But forever shall the sun shed tears
For there lies my great, great shepherdess,
Cold and dead against my caress.

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT(improved)

Here's my "BUTTERFLY EFFECT"...I edited it for a literary competition...hope you'll like it...

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT(improved)
09-04-09

The moaning winds blow
In accordance to the dying
Sun, soon to permeate into the horizon.
Down, down the pine-sheltered mountain
Lies an Aphroditean meadow.
Dancing poppies around Goliath's ancestry
Of woody trunks and branches cover
The heaven-sketched iridescent plain.
Serenity engulfs this remarkable cradle
Of such an innocuous Destroyer.
Unknowing of intensive destruction She brings
Comes this tiny gift of creation,
Fluttering over the humbling reeds.
Woe to the towering works of man adore,
To his love for fabled beings,
To his thoughts so alike King Solomon,
To his olden hands of innumerable deeds,
To the whole of his ill-fated wealth for
In one soft flap of Her bright, yellow wings,
A hundred,
A thousand,
A million, she kills.