Mr. Jesus Diaz Llorico hails from the beautiful province of Iloilo, Philippines. He was a former member of the Police Force in his hometown for a couple years and later on joined the Bureau of Fire Protection wherein he was assigned in several parts of the Visayas. He then decided to go abroad and work for 22 years in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and is now connected with the Prince Sultan Airbase in Al kharj. He is a regular contributor of the PANAY NEWS, a daily newspaper in the Visayas and the KABAYAN WEEKLY, one of the leading weekly newspaper in the United Arab Emirates. Working abroad, away from his native land and loved ones, it is in writing poetry that Jesus finds comfort in times of solitude in a foreign land.
After bending the oracle, there was participation in voice of grievers. The child of sun was dead in arms of nature. It moves, when I thought it was stillborn, the history of mankind. In the saddest day today, I believe
We were fools- Running away from the so called labyrinth of life But only to come back with renewed wrath for each other. Was it romance? When we were inside your car, It was raining a little that night, And
A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your
Sleep, O drowsy moon Laying on garden path As winter sets in. Condensing mist In foaming gist Plays with chill shadows.. Her abrasive form Cold as snow Stiffen all loves. Why she is awake still Like a haunted spirit Brings