Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago

A "Rhyme Incorporated" is a poetic form meaning "incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems" in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts.

The Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with an abab rhyming scheme.

Listen To My Whisper Gee, there’s a beautiful muse And it is there… in my head Sometimes, it is in my heart It is always there And, it whirlwinds Within me I let it flutter down Like a yellow butterfly, nestling On my candle-shaped finger With a silver quill It was written, now it's a poem To behold, forever I wow myself Like I used to do, when I was 7 And I am so pleased To be here, as a whisperer--- Cheerfully, whispering unto thee The beauty, my aging brain sees

Poem Once, I was a poem--- A memory of a rose, ever-watchful Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air. Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem--- The art of your heart; ‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cos that’s what I am. The poem and I---fourteen lines Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights; Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breathe. A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote Of me, but that was before… You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse.

Forgetful Poe(t) If you don’t want to speak, Why did you call me!? You’re disturbing me, honey You know, I’m really busy; I’ve a poem to finish, about us. Ok, come to my place, If you want; By the time you be here, Surely, I’m done with my writings. Speak, O speak to me now, I can’t let this poem go… Fluttering to an unknown grave. So serious, you are? As if I’ve done something wrong, What’s up honey, bad mood? No, nothing, O my dear Poe(t); I just waited for you, for hours. You’ve forgotten our date!

The Godfather I’m a man, just simply a man; Once a child---with no other distinction; I am neither your first son nor last. I cannot alter what God has planned, Nor stop sun to shine, Nor stop the rain he’s cast. So I seek a solution to the paradigm Of angst, and joy of life; Of the person I should be now. Thou, life’s full of mystery, and of misery; You were there to give me hope and dignity; No wonder I always love to be with you. But, when God decided… We couldn’t say, “No!” You left me with his everlasting glory. As time passes, I realize the greatness of Love

Sweet Petals of Life There are times--- I fall, unwittingly and ‘cos of this, I want you to be near …for when my body trembles, give me the courage …for when my mind is confused, enlighten me …for when my memory is lost, remind me of me If ever I fall--- deeper into the abyss of darkness lift me, with laughter’s of the day And, if ever I weep again--- wash my sorrow, with hues of morn flowers and dry my tears, with its sweet petals Yes, I don’t want to live alone--- so this to you I ask, stay beside me that I may not fall into the

O, Mother Earth O, Mother Earth, you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs and full of olden lullabies, sung by mountains and valleys while rivers keep flowing through the ever-changing seasons of life. You speak the language I hardly know, but your silver touch sends me a tingle, that great joy and laughter bejewel the lake of green. Your yellow orb scattered sparkly gems on the blue water of a mesmerizing sea; as for your majestic sky, it wraps, gently, its arm around me whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars. O, Mother Earth, take me to the fortress, where kings and queens meet and teach me… the graceful dance of the wind.

Truth is most responsible and caring parents love to see their precious children to have a bright future, a well established career. Indeed, it is the prime duty of all parents to raise their children and provide them what they need in their life. Parents must serve as a good example or a role model for their children, because what they see from their parents, they will certainly do the same.

Magdalena Hey pretty girl, it’s your choice If you decided sitting there alone, he said Taking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with coke He let the smoothness of it fills his throat. But, can’t get your eyes out of me, she said Having a continuous puff of her cigarette In her candle like fingers; Well, then you can join me, if you wish? Really? He asked; His face brightens, With hope. Why? Having a second thought of joining me, If you want to meet me, have a seat I’ll give you my address, she replied. Yes, yes I like meeting you; As he looked at her smiling He said, I think

Ok, I agree. Mostly, ideas come out of no-where and won’t stop bothering us, unless we entertain them, or at least, listen to one of them. But for me, in most cases, when I am writing poetry, the first thing I do is to figure out in which poetic form I can easily express myself, and rhyming fits me best. Oh, I love rhyme poetry! There’s only one problem thou, there are many different types of rhyming poetry and I enjoy them all and this leaves me in a state of dilemma, which one to choose? So, I created “Mixed

A "Rhyme Incorporated" is a poetic form meaning "incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems" in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts.

The Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with an abab rhyming scheme.

The Godfather I’m a man, just simply a man; Once a child---with no other distinction; I am neither your first son nor last. I cannot alter what God has planned, Nor stop sun to shine, Nor stop the rain he’s cast. So I seek a solution to the paradigm Of angst, and joy of life; Of the person I should be now. Thou, life’s full of mystery, and of misery; You were there to give me hope and dignity; No wonder I always love to be with you. But, when God decided… We couldn’t say, “No!” You left me with his everlasting glory. As time passes, I realize the greatness of Love

Listen To My Whisper Gee, there’s a beautiful muse And it is there… in my head Sometimes, it is in my heart It is always there And, it whirlwinds Within me I let it flutter down Like a yellow butterfly, nestling On my candle-shaped finger With a silver quill It was written, now it's a poem To behold, forever I wow myself Like I used to do, when I was 7 And I am so pleased To be here, as a whisperer--- Cheerfully, whispering unto thee The beauty, my aging brain sees

O, Mother Earth O, Mother Earth, you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs and full of olden lullabies, sung by mountains and valleys while rivers keep flowing through the ever-changing seasons of life. You speak the language I hardly know, but your silver touch sends me a tingle, that great joy and laughter bejewel the lake of green. Your yellow orb scattered sparkly gems on the blue water of a mesmerizing sea; as for your majestic sky, it wraps, gently, its arm around me whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars. O, Mother Earth, take me to the fortress, where kings and queens meet and teach me… the graceful dance of the wind.

Magdalena Hey pretty girl, it’s your choice If you decided sitting there alone, he said Taking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with coke He let the smoothness of it fills his throat. But, can’t get your eyes out of me, she said Having a continuous puff of her cigarette In her candle like fingers; Well, then you can join me, if you wish? Really? He asked; His face brightens, With hope. Why? Having a second thought of joining me, If you want to meet me, have a seat I’ll give you my address, she replied. Yes, yes I like meeting you; As he looked at her smiling He said, I think

Poem Once, I was a poem--- A memory of a rose, ever-watchful Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air. Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem--- The art of your heart; ‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cos that’s what I am. The poem and I---fourteen lines Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights; Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breathe. A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote Of me, but that was before… You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse.

Truth is most responsible and caring parents love to see their precious children to have a bright future, a well established career. Indeed, it is the prime duty of all parents to raise their children and provide them what they need in their life. Parents must serve as a good example or a role model for their children, because what they see from their parents, they will certainly do the same.

Forgetful Poe(t) If you don’t want to speak, Why did you call me!? You’re disturbing me, honey You know, I’m really busy; I’ve a poem to finish, about us. Ok, come to my place, If you want; By the time you be here, Surely, I’m done with my writings. Speak, O speak to me now, I can’t let this poem go… Fluttering to an unknown grave. So serious, you are? As if I’ve done something wrong, What’s up honey, bad mood? No, nothing, O my dear Poe(t); I just waited for you, for hours. You’ve forgotten our date!

Ok, I agree. Mostly, ideas come out of no-where and won’t stop bothering us, unless we entertain them, or at least, listen to one of them. But for me, in most cases, when I am writing poetry, the first thing I do is to figure out in which poetic form I can easily express myself, and rhyming fits me best. Oh, I love rhyme poetry! There’s only one problem thou, there are many different types of rhyming poetry and I enjoy them all and this leaves me in a state of dilemma, which one to choose? So, I created “Mixed

Letter To A Poet To you, my favorite Poet I view you, as my sole comforter You comfort me, with the beauty Of your songs and verses Written, by the power of your spirit With love and passion; your work Topped the best-sellers’ lists, a world record I believe, no word travelers can break it No matter, how best they tried I really have no idea how you did it But truly, you’ve amazed millions of readers With your thoughts, calm as the sea at night Bringing peace and hope, into their hearts Thou, many of your so-called fans excelled In their own writings, yet, they failed To capture the brevity of your word They,

One Day When I Was Born Dad celebrated my life, with a resounding cheer--- wishing that the great orb would always shine on me. Mom maintained her posture, holding gently her treasure she said, in hushed voice, “Oh yes, it will.” And so it is, there is his giant orb, smiling. I feel its golden touch, leading me ever warmer to the beginning of my morrow; I uttered not a word thou, I smiled and stare at them. What a joy! “Honey, come on--- let us walk him our ways as we cherish our olden days,” mom said. “Gee, I remember well--- the day when the first

I Wake Up Early, Like The Other Old People Do Through the beauty of words, an unsuspecting poet unleashed his passion, instilling it into my brain. His in un-familiar form, written flawlessly, so sweet they say. Oh, do not hungry nor tease me with your musing, for my stomach surely can’t wait to peek through the youth of your life Do not ask what my heart can do, once young, but now complicated and ageing on my favorite pillow. Nor seek the truth, inside me, wandering not from my ways. Do you see in my face the youthfulness, once I had, now hidden for

Magdalena Hey pretty girl, it’s your choice If you decided sitting there alone, he said Taking a sip of his starwars--- a vodka, with coke He let the smoothness of it fills his throat. But, can’t get your eyes out of me, she said Having a continuous puff of her cigarette In her candle like fingers; Well, then you can join me, if you wish? Really? He asked; His face brightens, With hope. Why? Having a second thought of joining me, If you want to meet me, have a seat I’ll give you my address, she replied. Yes, yes I like meeting you; As he looked at her smiling He said, I think

Listen To My Whisper Gee, there’s a beautiful muse And it is there… in my head Sometimes, it is in my heart It is always there And, it whirlwinds Within me I let it flutter down Like a yellow butterfly, nestling On my candle-shaped finger With a silver quill It was written, now it's a poem To behold, forever I wow myself Like I used to do, when I was 7 And I am so pleased To be here, as a whisperer--- Cheerfully, whispering unto thee The beauty, my aging brain sees

O, Mother Earth O, Mother Earth, you’re so rich, with butterflies’ songs and full of olden lullabies, sung by mountains and valleys while rivers keep flowing through the ever-changing seasons of life. You speak the language I hardly know, but your silver touch sends me a tingle, that great joy and laughter bejewel the lake of green. Your yellow orb scattered sparkly gems on the blue water of a mesmerizing sea; as for your majestic sky, it wraps, gently, its arm around me whilst I gaze, at-night, at the stars. O, Mother Earth, take me to the fortress, where kings and queens meet and teach me… the graceful dance of the wind.

Truth is most responsible and caring parents love to see their precious children to have a bright future, a well established career. Indeed, it is the prime duty of all parents to raise their children and provide them what they need in their life. Parents must serve as a good example or a role model for their children, because what they see from their parents, they will certainly do the same.

The Godfather I’m a man, just simply a man; Once a child---with no other distinction; I am neither your first son nor last. I cannot alter what God has planned, Nor stop sun to shine, Nor stop the rain he’s cast. So I seek a solution to the paradigm Of angst, and joy of life; Of the person I should be now. Thou, life’s full of mystery, and of misery; You were there to give me hope and dignity; No wonder I always love to be with you. But, when God decided… We couldn’t say, “No!” You left me with his everlasting glory. As time passes, I realize the greatness of Love

Poem Once, I was a poem--- A memory of a rose, ever-watchful Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air. Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem--- The art of your heart; ‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cos that’s what I am. The poem and I---fourteen lines Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights; Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breathe. A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote Of me, but that was before… You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse.