Jordan Legaspi - Poems
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Poetry Series Jordan Legaspi - poems - Publication Date: 2008 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Jordan Legaspi(24 July 1978) Most of the time I am with my self, reading, writing, and most of all watching people in their movement(s) . Lighting candle is my expression of my in-tense feelings; as it was penned in my poetry. The different phase of the moon is important to me as my every day journey is; before I will enter the door of death- the shadow of life cast from the cosmic reality of the unknown. Originally I was from the countryside of the Eastern part of Mindanao, Philippines- the birth place of no very important people of the country's history and that of the whole mankind. However, there are some truth behind the tribe's name 'Mandaya' or in the English translation 'the first origin'(according to the first catholic priest missionary who studied the origin of the first people settled in the region) : significant as it was/use to be, in their ancient belief- the belief system embedded in their culture and tradition. Together with the different rituals of different incantations portrays wisdom beyond age, but slowly confronted by the demand of 'civilization' and its 'modernity' become less important to my people. The countryside's experience shaped and molded me into a potent character in the spiritual world. Indeed, this made me to travel just to seek and meet other forces that I know searching their place where to belong. Jordan Legaspi, is not my real name, in fact this is just one of the names associated to me: M_2859; Redluck-the jester's poet or the jester's poet are among those names I claim. Jordan Legaspi, is important to me because of its imagery. The 'jordan' is actually one of the three js in my life: Jesus- the Christ; Jester-the court performer; Jordan-the river of mystery. And the 'Legaspi' is my maternal inheritance whose origin is back to the colonial era, of Spanish origin (Sometime spelled Legazpi) . The whole truth is, I am just like you my dear 'audience' trying to understand the deep contrast in the portrait of black and white, in the character of good and evil, and in the etc of birth and death. And yet at the end, I am just Me: the jester in the court but the murderer of his www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 king; the poet in the monastery and the shadow of his god. Come and see...allow your mind to enter into the world of jordan legaspi contoured in his poetry. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 @ A Priest A priest Pastor: brother and friend of no ifs and buts, thus, Reason and emotion is adhered mature and balance In all endeavors, personal or social, is for growth Each and every business is a spirituality of truth Secrets and lies is neither an option nor an excuse Therefore, he is an icon of God to all peoples Jordan Legaspi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 @ A To Z Of One Who Believed A to Z of one who believed Acceptance of one self: My strength and weakness My giftedness and my limitation Who I am and what I am Balance in my life: Between my private and social responsibility Between my physical and spiritual need Between my head and my heart Commitment and loyalty to my vows: Of obedience with a discerning heart for the common and greater good Of poverty with generosity to what I have Of chastity without fear to confront my sexual desire Dialogue is always possible Between me and you Between we and they Between us and the all Enthusiasm in what I ought to do and to what is asked of me Forgiveness with maturity of mind and steady of heart Gratitude for the things in the past for what is here and now; for what is yet to come Honesty from small to great things; to my self and to others Integrity in my words and in my deeds Justice for all regardless of gender and age; status and title; race and skin; faith and creed Kindness to my friends and to strangers even to those I don’t like; to the members and non-members of (my) church Learning from my mistakes and shortcomings Maturity and calmness in facing problems and situations Naturality in presenting my self: Without pride and prejudice Without fear and anxiety Without faking things and pretensions Openness to other possibilities in life as long it is in line with the gospel Prayer as the center of my life and may that, my life would be the fruit of that prayer www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 Quite yet in peaceful atmosphere and to be in silence when needed and necessary Respect and trust the other person/ group has to say/ contribute Service without ifs and buts in accordance to my capacity and resources Thoughtfulness even to the simple and ordinary things(s) dune by others Understanding and fortitude Variety of ways and means in building a community Willingness to admit ones mistake and to ask forgiveness X- Symbolizing my Christian identity Faith to one and eternal God revealed by/ through Jesus the Christ Hope for goodness to come even out of a disparate situation/ event Love of God: In my self as the reincarnation of Jesus my personal savior To my fellow human beings as the image and likeness of (my) creator To nature where the many splendid manifestations of God revealed Yes to what is healthy and beneficial to all Zeal to follow Jesus through the ups and downs; days and nights of my life till death finds me. Note: Kasama, Zambia, Africa. 2007 Jordan Legaspi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 @ Ad Diction Addiction ...notice... I tried cigarette to be entertained- the smoke neither steak nor pack is not enough- chain smoker I tried liquor to make a hitch- the spirit neither glass nor bottle is not enough- heavy drunker I tried sleep to let leave temporarily- the stress neither dream nor nightmare is not enough- the okay state I tried you- the word the uncomfortable truth for you to hear my feelings the love and what is not the conflict between head and heart I tried what is best and what is good to start all over again neither to be right nor to be wrong is not enough- to forgive my self ...projection... I tried- God knows I really tried to be me- the clown in tears on the stage of confusion- lust behind the curtain of guilt- addiction before the audience of judgment- fear ...need... www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 Who am I? What am I? Where am I going? How am I supposed to live life? Why me? Note: Dumaguete City, Negros Oriental, Philippines.2008 Jordan Legaspi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 @ At Pamela's Death Bed At Pamela's death bed I spoke in truth with love For you to hear my feeling I bate my lips in silence For you to say something I looked at you in the eyes For you to know my presence I lend you my ears For you to achieve your dream I tapped your shoulders For you to feel that I am sincere I set aside my reason For you to point out my ignorance I emptied my heart's passion For you to fill it I laid everything from the start For you to experience my love's devotion What else my love For you to believe All what I am To you I share All what I have To you I gave And even my last breath To you alone I offer www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 Goodbye my love My only love, forever farewell Jordan Legaspi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 @ Behind That Door (/) Behind that door Few hours have left my dear old friend Before you will say your final goodbye After all, our experience were beautifully penned The memories of many faces -the smile and sigh; Counting the minutes alone let them sink To my thoughts, though at times tears, but thank you I cannot but to look at them as a stroke of ink With different colors -the portrait of a real show; Yes there were days of anguish and resentment Over those unpleasant events that cannot be amended However, hope still a virtue moment after moment To change me not, but, to mature and develop; It was funny, everything seems just yesterday: The confrontation between heart and head, The argument between faith and fate -which way, And the confusion between now and later -what to bid; But what else can I do, I cannot undone what is done So I took my shoes and I walked, but I left my foot The chaise over years; the cycle it seems, oh man Hurting them so much; killing my self night after night; Alas! Not to shame my face, I wore the coated mask Of a happy clown, a prolific poet, but, broken inside That any time will burst into pieces -the man's fatal freak Cannot be still, and you know it my dear old friend; Bah! What is this? Left alone? Or, I made it my own The game that made me busy -to put together my shoe Rearranging life's portrait, against the frame shaped like a den And the deadly cold of night after this remaining hour; I guess, dear old friend, I cannot hold you not to welcome him www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 I know there were unfinished business and things to happen And the things left unsaid, my dear old friend I have to trust him It is our fate, to separate, to find our own ways, and it always has been; Goodbye now my dear old friend and I will see you no more But my deep gratitude for the last year's companionship And the legacy of wisdom -the fruit of my labor Another year had passed, another year to start.