Dick and Digong dare to rock

By JC Nigado

                                                                                  

Herculean is the master task:

To right the wrongs of the past.

Danger lurks rife, the system’s set

To build dynamics and dynasties,

For tradition politics to keep.

At the city hall of narrows

Or by the river of wide meanings

Games play dirty all the while.

Now come Dick and Digong, marching

Life’s changing tide begins.

Obloquies big and bold beware:

Flee or engage, weapons charged

To stem the alert order of fight,

Arranging low and up state --

Shame high and hit the mark!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Digong shoots drugs and corruption,

Dick digs into abuses and malpractice

To lay the dust, laying them open;

Boosting morale and people of a rule

That promises justice and fairness.

Quezon, you should be living

At this hour of blame and reckoning.

Behold, your dream city and country!

Clamored of crime and corrupt boats

That Dick and Digong dare to rock.

                                                                                               

Late meditation, 9:05 am, Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Tagurabong City

BURY MARCOS! BURY DUTERTE!

Bury Marcos, Mr. Mayor!

By JC Nigado

Mr. Mayor, you say

You detest crime and corruption,

And yet you honor blind

The Godfather of corruption and crime;

Against the altar of heroes, grave

Travesty and injustice to country and people

He and his cabal have plundered to this very day,

Building houses, roads and bridges 
To build up tombs, wars and debts.

Mr. Mayor, you say

You loathe criminals and liars,

And yet you embrace all

The congenital liar and criminal;

Of the heaps highest order

A decorated record of universal infamy,

From fake, parochial war medals

To the Dead and Disappeared,

Devoured by the dictator’s hand.

Mr. Mayor, you say

You hate addicts and drugs,

And yet you condone fit

The top dog and power addict;

Who menaced an entire nation,

Disgraced for twenty years, and still abject,

With his legacy of institutional corruption,

A system of routine abuse

That has spawned more Marcoses.

Mr. Mayor, I say

I detest, loathe and hate

All what you condemn foul

An open mind calibrates howl;

Self-preferred mayor to the state:

The corrupt, the criminal, the liar

And the addict you summarily dismiss,

Marcos is all these; bury him

And let Outrage bury in nightmare.

Before dawn, Thursday, 11 August 2016

Tagurabong City, Philippines

Where one belongs, Between sense and senseless

By JC Nigado

Where one belongs

Tells the person’s state,

In a nation divided

By the memory of Betrayal.

There are only two types                                        All religions are false

Who root for Marcos:                                               By JC Nigado

Those who don’t know

Or knowing narrow;                                                

And those who advantaged.                                  All religions are false

                                                                                   When one claims true

But there are all kinds                                             And all others untrue

Who rout out Marcos:

Those who know                                                     Truth is fundamental, if

Or knowing wide;                                                    Universal within and cosmic

And those who remember.                                    Without, we save ourselves

All else deeming silence                                       All are of God

Are such midnight flies                                          One is just an example,

Denying  light and wake,                                       A face in time and space

Until they’re dashed!                                              

                                                                                 There’s something true

Why sit and sleep?                                                 In all religions

When our stand defines us                                    Made by man

Better to submit than                                                

Be stubborn and broken,                                        In his image and likeness

Like Solzhenitsyn?                                                  God persists,

                                                                                  Like the Devil

But then again, a warming:          

“We are all criminals

If we remain silent…”

Aptly said Zweig, the Austrian

Amok boy in Brazil.

Where one belongs

Is a thing of choice,

Of a self asunder

Between sense and senseless.

After noon, Tuesday, 9 August 2016

Tagurabong City, Philippines

Adelle Ibarrientos: Actress on any stage

By JC Nigado

IT’S amazing how an actress can effectively translate her performance from a small stage at the studio to the sprawling boards of a huge cinema or coliseum. Where many others fail the transition, Adele at once mounts the stage, any stage, with her usual verve and finality, putting many pretenders to prim.

            Adele is one of the premier actresses of the Philippine Stagers Foundation.

She has essayed various lead roles in several PSF productions such as Dolores in “Chi-Noi,” Saishin in “Pinoy Samurai,” Helen in “Troy Avenue,” Sarin in “Namaste, Ang Makulay na  Buhay ni Gandhi,” thus proving her talent and versatility as a performer.

            She also did excellent supporting roles as Elsie in “Cory ng EDSA,”

Julia in “Joe, A Filipino Rockssical” and Hilaria in “Bonifacio, Isang Sarsuwela,” but none is too small to diminish her lead status.

            In 2014, Adelle was nominated as the year’s Best Actress in a Musical for her moving performance as Sofia in the historical “faction” (fact and fiction),”Filipinas 1941.” She has crossed over, doing films Otso and Esoterika Maynila, both directed by Elwood Perez.

            Adelle always brings a certain depth and maturity to her roles, and her commitment to the pivotal character of Alet in “Katips: Ang mga Bagong Katipunero” is probably unmatched hereabouts, she roundly deserves this year’s nomination and honors.

3.There’s more business like Showbiz

    By JC Nigado

    There’s more business like Showbiz

                That smiles and frowns,

     Like a queen,

     A king, a pimp

     Or a clown.

                Peddling dreams and bodies

    Good, bad and

                Anything in between,         

                In cash or in kind,   

    Like Religion and Politics.

                Tagurabong City, Philippines

2. Spratlys rain

                 By JC Nigado

          The rain starts soft and small

Drop by long drop they fall,

To ease the hard of day

Heavy with idle clouds at bay.

There’s nothing like waiting to work

Or working to wait, like a stork;

Days pass, the food disappears,

With nothing to fill the fears.

Then the steady flow turns sudden,

Falling flood, a Red ocean

Stern, direful, rampaging in the air,

In a world where nothing’s fair.

Who’ll stop the rain raging?

A faithless God pushing Beijing;

Who cries in the midnight rain

Must measure joy with pain.

Thunders roll power high,

As browbeat tears go by

Rocks of steel, vertical wind,

To whip, weaking a little friend.

Rain wakes random sleep

A Giant, a wimp in bed to keep,

Listening, feeling, unthinking

Stream thoughts of islands passing.

Or mountains of virgin memories,

When life was free, like diaries,

And then it grew weary, heavy,

Like an unwelcome rain – dreary, maybe.

For the nonce, deviating Donne

Man is an island, a shark?

The One Judgment has come

And it’s raining mean, after dark.

Rain drops like bombs of cloud,

Heralding dark threats, and loud!

Direct, determined, damned,

On the wretched ground building sand.

But the rain starts soft and small

Drop by fast drop they fall,

To cease the ravings of day,

Heavy with nimble clouds at bay.

Tagurabong City, Philippines

Midnight/Dawn, Friday, 15 July 2016

1.This Tarzan thinks King

      By JC Nigado

            A film review in free verse: The Legend of Tarzan (2016),

directed by David Yates, and starring Alexander Skarsgard and

Margot Robbie (Village Roadshow Pictures/Warner Bros.).

           This Tarzan thinks King

           And walks fast with rightful fury,

Of genius abs, a hunk on feet, 

Where Nature feels first                                                                     

And might thrives high,

According to the gospel of David.

The care of the Congo vast,

Of dear land and Blixen’s natives

That she and Alexander call home.

Jungle mad, gravely savaged,

Slaved by the Belgian Thief

And his industry of greed and death.

Stones may gen forever,                                 

And love may last, but whence?                   

A royalty swings to the divine                  

His treasure beginnings and kin,                           

Brooding farm, forest and friends                                     

King of the wild, Lord of the world.                     

                                                                            

From trees to flying trees                               

They shoot the graphic invaders blank,                        

To their shameless grave and sail.                                                                                                                                        

A Lady on par brave

Margot’s Jane delivers an heir

An Africa image of three continents,

To fit the continuing legend,

Of a continuous creation in film

Far greater than First Great.

Tarzan or John Clayton or Skarsgard

Lord Greystoke fair and true, just and loving

He climbs, and his Mother was an Ape.

Tagurabong City, Philippines