Category POEM

By Luis G. Dato The bells of Christmas let them ring At Jesus’ birth, our Lord, our King, The stars of Heaven let their light Fill all the world this X’mas night. Lo! from the East the Three Wise Men…

By Luis G. Dato And now as gladsome Christmas comes this year, May it, O Lord, bring to us all good cheer, May joy and happiness pervade the heart, And from our homes the cloud of Care depart! By night…

By Luis G. Dato O frosty stars of Christmas night, Like candles in the sky they glow And shed their never-changing light As of two thousand years ago. Two thousand years, two thousand years, What ghastly greed, what bloody wars!…

By Luis G. Dato The Christmas season, it is here The gladsomest of all the year. Two thousand years or so this morn To Virgin Mary Christ was born. Long, long ago, in Bethlehem, In a low manger lay the…

By Luis G. Dato Here where the wind is friendly, And candid as the day, Here where to breathe is freedom, Here for a while let me stray. Here where to dream is heaven, Here where all hate disappears, Here,…

By Luis G. Dato Ah, Iriga, town by a mountain blue Or green, depending on how far are you? There camias white bedeck a placid stream, And it is sweet of love and life to dream. Her grassy dells with…

By Luis G. Dato The streets of Iriga, they ever hum With wheels and traffic all the livelong day, As from the hills her folk and products come, And from all towns and barrios far away. The grotto to the…

By Luis G. Dato A haven by the roads is Nabua town, Set midst a sea of emerald trees and plains, Where the wayfarer travelling up and down, See her streets teem with courteous, studious swains, Her maidens bloom like…

By Luis G. Dato Recalling the far-away town of my childhood, The city sounds harsh be it ever so wide and wise, Compared to the hills and humming wildwood, I knew, and the forest loud with bird-cries. Home of my…

By Luis G. Dato I A boy and his lady walking — Of what may they be talking? A boy and his lady sitting -­ What thoughts in their minds are flitting? In a pickup at night together, Do you…

By Luis G. Dato I take a road that starts I know not whence, Past fields and hills, it ends I know not where , The trees beside give shade, my thirst to quench In brooks, my lungs throb breathing…

By Luis G. Dato In the afternoon glare, without bugles, Without flags, or the rumble of drum, Straight when the foe least expects it, Charges a line of cavalry home. Now one comes dashing full-gallop, A stout stick of bamboo…