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Showing posts with label St. Hannibal. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
A PORTRAIT OF MY DAD
A Portrait Of My Dad
A man of courage with strong back.
of clean nails and tender hands
of well-combed hair and Old Spice
of red lips and heart so wise;
of sad eyes, but happy will
of yellow teeth and firm nose
of laughing cheeks and warm chest
of walking feet and Sunday's best.
My Dad's a prize from Heaven up!
In God's delight, a family -
of work and lessons everyday
And love for all, he'd always say.
To Hannibal, he left me then
to Sacred Heart - I don't know when
and peace and love for all to pray
be strong in faith, the angels say!
P. S.
I love you, Daddy. May you and all the faithful departed rest with GOD forever.
of clean nails and tender hands
of well-combed hair and Old Spice
of red lips and heart so wise;
of sad eyes, but happy will
of yellow teeth and firm nose
of laughing cheeks and warm chest
of walking feet and Sunday's best.
My Dad's a prize from Heaven up!
In God's delight, a family -
of work and lessons everyday
And love for all, he'd always say.
To Hannibal, he left me then
to Sacred Heart - I don't know when
and peace and love for all to pray
be strong in faith, the angels say!
P. S.
I love you, Daddy. May you and all the faithful departed rest with GOD forever.
rose flores rosevoc2
Friday, January 13, 2012
It's the Same for 2012: A Journey To Life; And The Show Must Go On
There were those times I've wondered why clowns cry when they're supposed to laugh. Those were the younger days.
In theaters, usually, there's a showcase of varied emotions painted on the artist's masks. The most popular of which are the two faces: a crying face and a laughing face. Usually, the colors of black and white are painted on the faces dividing it from top of the head down to the chin. I remember day and night, close to sun and moon. I remember life and death, when there's laughing and crying.
Perhaps, there were those times I got scared of these clowns, and that bite of sadness upon looking at their faces.
The clowns add happiness to parties and gatherings. Usually, kids like them, such as the burger clown, Jack in the Box, and carnival clowns in Disney.
But then, clowns can also be frightening as shown in thriller movies and artistic dramas. And don't forget funny and naughty Joker in Batman.
And who would not know the Hat man, portrayed by Johnny Depp in the movie "Alice in Wonderland," taken from the novel of Lewis Carroll.
Moreover, "Mardi Gras" displays a vast picture of masked faces, as in Halloween parties. Traditional dancing and feast/ritual dancing are made up of people with adornment and tattoos. Hence, reinventing!
This 2011 another answer came up for my clown question; when groups of youth and kids performed during the "Feast of the Holy Infant Jesus" at St. Hannibal Seminary. The numbers were well-practiced as by the audience' applause. Most of the performers were kids, who wonderfully danced with their artistic costumes made of old newspapers and plastic bags. The kids made-up of painted colors on their faces and bodies, danced like "Tinker Bell," in Peter Pan, among others.
Another number from the youth came dramatic. One participant tried his best (perhaps to win and bring a trophy for the group) to make a presentation as in a carnival, but then some things just don't turn up right, sometimes, and still the actor came dancing, as if nothing happened. This group won the first.
So why do clowns cry when they're supposed to laugh? They do. They have beating hearts, too. Life must go on. Behind the curtains are real life situations that couldn't be announced on top of synagogues for accolades and medals.
So the show must go on. Saint Hannibal's activities for children (orphans and the poor) serve to support the children and the youth that would make them busy, prudent, and praying apostles of Christ.
rose flores martinez
I Wrote Fiction
Ezine Articles.com
In theaters, usually, there's a showcase of varied emotions painted on the artist's masks. The most popular of which are the two faces: a crying face and a laughing face. Usually, the colors of black and white are painted on the faces dividing it from top of the head down to the chin. I remember day and night, close to sun and moon. I remember life and death, when there's laughing and crying.
Perhaps, there were those times I got scared of these clowns, and that bite of sadness upon looking at their faces.
The clowns add happiness to parties and gatherings. Usually, kids like them, such as the burger clown, Jack in the Box, and carnival clowns in Disney.
But then, clowns can also be frightening as shown in thriller movies and artistic dramas. And don't forget funny and naughty Joker in Batman.
And who would not know the Hat man, portrayed by Johnny Depp in the movie "Alice in Wonderland," taken from the novel of Lewis Carroll.
Moreover, "Mardi Gras" displays a vast picture of masked faces, as in Halloween parties. Traditional dancing and feast/ritual dancing are made up of people with adornment and tattoos. Hence, reinventing!
This 2011 another answer came up for my clown question; when groups of youth and kids performed during the "Feast of the Holy Infant Jesus" at St. Hannibal Seminary. The numbers were well-practiced as by the audience' applause. Most of the performers were kids, who wonderfully danced with their artistic costumes made of old newspapers and plastic bags. The kids made-up of painted colors on their faces and bodies, danced like "Tinker Bell," in Peter Pan, among others.
Another number from the youth came dramatic. One participant tried his best (perhaps to win and bring a trophy for the group) to make a presentation as in a carnival, but then some things just don't turn up right, sometimes, and still the actor came dancing, as if nothing happened. This group won the first.
So why do clowns cry when they're supposed to laugh? They do. They have beating hearts, too. Life must go on. Behind the curtains are real life situations that couldn't be announced on top of synagogues for accolades and medals.
So the show must go on. Saint Hannibal's activities for children (orphans and the poor) serve to support the children and the youth that would make them busy, prudent, and praying apostles of Christ.
rose flores martinez
I Wrote Fiction
Ezine Articles.com
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
With Saint Hannibal
Today is Tuesday, April 13, 2010
After the lull days of my blogs, my mind still flies
No, I have not been somewhere, but thought I could just do other things; in the meantime
Times were happy and fleeting with family and friends, on vacation and praying during the holy week, and also ponderings ---
And that horrible day when I ate a lot of fruits, and the shortening, I thought was butter; it gave me stomach whirpool as good as penance
I left my blogs with small words of prayer
Well, I’m almost a statue with no words. Some people would say, “The glory of a woman is silence.” This is difficult to achieve because generally, women are noisy beings who are fond of talking
April vacation, made me realize that I missed most my books and my PC
I know I could stop using them, but never away from them. The sight of these inanimate helpful man-made creations reminds human beings how happy work can be, in many ways
No, I couldn’t be Thoreau who is a naturalist, because I live in the city. Besides, I have never dreamt keeping close with the insects
Neither could I be St. Therese in her cloistered life, because I can go too difficult
Sorry for me, I wasn’t able to finish that 100-article marathon on Ezine.com
I wanted to submit 100 articles in that given time span; however, I wasn’t able to do so. I didn’t. I could not compromise quality for quantity: I was aware I didn’t have enough time. I know it is just like beating magazine and newspaper deadlines (feature articles), but of course, I have to give enough quality information, and I wasn’t able to do that time
Instead, what I submitted mostly for articles were ESL lessons and my own definition of words (others, I have borrowed) because I love words – this will be my other books soon, GOD help!
This April, I saw how I have written ideas by necessity, and what it meant to live and love the teachings of life. Rilke’s letters to a writer remind me that when those who are near you are far away, and you write, this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast. And if what is near you is far away, then your vastness is already among the stars and is very great; be happy about your growth, in which you can’t take anyone with you.
“Be gentle with those who stay behind; be gentle and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith of joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend … seek out simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them…”
Truly, works of art are of infinite solitude. Only love can touch and hold them (Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell)
And so I understood, a writer’s life; there’s always something new to discover everyday
During the halt, I read Ambit’s Gambit, LOL Literatures in Other Languages, I Wrote This For You blogs, Eric Gamalinda, and Marjorie Evasco – Pernia, among others
Of course, the columns of Conrado de Quiros and Butch Dalisay
I’ve attended Juvy’s ESL seminar, watched the presentations of teacher wannabes, went with Jonathan’s Duty Free splurge and watered the carabao grass that are wilting and turning brown, the grasses look like dead monsters flattened on the ground
Nothing new. After December breeze is April heat. January to March is erratic climate in the Philippines. Come May 2010 will be a new Filipino President, who is expected to alleviate the country from poverty; help the poor and the working class, and give them a decent living
I wasn’t able to go on a retreat
Nothing new, but the beauty of the Resurrected Christ. Literally Jesus, the Lord of the Resurrection in the house
Let me share this prayer from Ven. Fr. Joseph Frassinneti:
Alliance of Peace
“Forgive, Lord, all my sins and blot out all my iniquities.
Teach me to do your will.
Give me a good spirit.
Bring me near to you.
Do not let me be separated from you.
Look after me like the pupil of your eyes.
Without you dust and ashes that I am, I can do nothing.
In your name, trusting in your grace, I resolve to keep nothing for myself,
But only the perfect fulfillment of your law, by embracing your holy cross.
Neither for possessions, nor for life, nor for death,
I ask for nothing.
In this way let there be harmony between your will and mine.
May your mercy be in me and in everybody now and forever.
Amen.
Truly, the wonders of April in my journey with Saint Hannibal.
Nice to be back.
Rose Flores – Martinez
Ishallwrite, 2010
iwrotefiction
After the lull days of my blogs, my mind still flies
No, I have not been somewhere, but thought I could just do other things; in the meantime
Times were happy and fleeting with family and friends, on vacation and praying during the holy week, and also ponderings ---
And that horrible day when I ate a lot of fruits, and the shortening, I thought was butter; it gave me stomach whirpool as good as penance
I left my blogs with small words of prayer
Well, I’m almost a statue with no words. Some people would say, “The glory of a woman is silence.” This is difficult to achieve because generally, women are noisy beings who are fond of talking
April vacation, made me realize that I missed most my books and my PC
I know I could stop using them, but never away from them. The sight of these inanimate helpful man-made creations reminds human beings how happy work can be, in many ways
No, I couldn’t be Thoreau who is a naturalist, because I live in the city. Besides, I have never dreamt keeping close with the insects
Neither could I be St. Therese in her cloistered life, because I can go too difficult
Sorry for me, I wasn’t able to finish that 100-article marathon on Ezine.com
I wanted to submit 100 articles in that given time span; however, I wasn’t able to do so. I didn’t. I could not compromise quality for quantity: I was aware I didn’t have enough time. I know it is just like beating magazine and newspaper deadlines (feature articles), but of course, I have to give enough quality information, and I wasn’t able to do that time
Instead, what I submitted mostly for articles were ESL lessons and my own definition of words (others, I have borrowed) because I love words – this will be my other books soon, GOD help!
This April, I saw how I have written ideas by necessity, and what it meant to live and love the teachings of life. Rilke’s letters to a writer remind me that when those who are near you are far away, and you write, this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast. And if what is near you is far away, then your vastness is already among the stars and is very great; be happy about your growth, in which you can’t take anyone with you.
“Be gentle with those who stay behind; be gentle and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith of joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend … seek out simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them…”
Truly, works of art are of infinite solitude. Only love can touch and hold them (Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell)
And so I understood, a writer’s life; there’s always something new to discover everyday
During the halt, I read Ambit’s Gambit, LOL Literatures in Other Languages, I Wrote This For You blogs, Eric Gamalinda, and Marjorie Evasco – Pernia, among others
Of course, the columns of Conrado de Quiros and Butch Dalisay
I’ve attended Juvy’s ESL seminar, watched the presentations of teacher wannabes, went with Jonathan’s Duty Free splurge and watered the carabao grass that are wilting and turning brown, the grasses look like dead monsters flattened on the ground
Nothing new. After December breeze is April heat. January to March is erratic climate in the Philippines. Come May 2010 will be a new Filipino President, who is expected to alleviate the country from poverty; help the poor and the working class, and give them a decent living
I wasn’t able to go on a retreat
Nothing new, but the beauty of the Resurrected Christ. Literally Jesus, the Lord of the Resurrection in the house
Let me share this prayer from Ven. Fr. Joseph Frassinneti:
Alliance of Peace
“Forgive, Lord, all my sins and blot out all my iniquities.
Teach me to do your will.
Give me a good spirit.
Bring me near to you.
Do not let me be separated from you.
Look after me like the pupil of your eyes.
Without you dust and ashes that I am, I can do nothing.
In your name, trusting in your grace, I resolve to keep nothing for myself,
But only the perfect fulfillment of your law, by embracing your holy cross.
Neither for possessions, nor for life, nor for death,
I ask for nothing.
In this way let there be harmony between your will and mine.
May your mercy be in me and in everybody now and forever.
Amen.
Truly, the wonders of April in my journey with Saint Hannibal.
Nice to be back.
Rose Flores – Martinez
Ishallwrite, 2010
iwrotefiction
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