‘T’was a fine morning when she came My cherished passion and true flame A moment I can hardly wait Along this road and near the gate She walks in grace and flawless style A breathtaking sight when she smile That leaves was turned from dark to green And fields of grass becomes serene Though it’s not often that we meet Yet still our love remains so sweet With eyes that gazed over the skies My love that’s far beyond the stars Though we spent many miles apart In life and love we are one heart That no matter how it will be She will forever be with me.’
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.
I dwell in a hut, down, under the shade of that tree, You stay in a nest, up, on the branch of that same tree Thinking thoughtfully over thoughts – a while; See every reason to Believe and reveal…., Dear
One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club
Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to
Quiet stillness Like the whole world is waiting for something Holding its breath in anticipation As the sun breaks through The once sleepy sky The day waits to begin Until just the right moment When the universe is ready To
They hold each others’ hands Walking down the lane Their hearts beating with praise Was it the season of rain? The water begins to pour In the silent night The boy appeals for a dance, in the starlight Hands held