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Feature articles, poems, stories, and other Stags works published in other venues and sites (Netvibes, Blogspots, Facebook, etc.)
Video-Poems [20]
A collection of video poems makes us find respite "amid the noise and haste"; and helps dissipate the "noisy confusion of life".
Games [6]
Find time to play games and relax.
Reflections@50: A Contemplative Multi-media Experience [50]
Snippets of thought and poems from "Shifting Shades & In-betweens", by Chito L. Aguilar. Don your stereo headsets for a contemplative AV experience that may lull you to sleep or give you chimes that you can keep.
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(One lifetime is enough.)

i wish not to live forever
i quest for no fountain of youth
make pact with the devil never
to cheat mortality and truth.

i wish for me to expire
like a candle flame when old
or lose heat as ember fire
when doused by water so cold.

i wish to live a lifetime
climbing colorless rainbows
my soul churning on each climb
between pinnacles and troughs.

i wish to delve into depths
and seek some frontiers obscure
trek across untrodden breadths
before Time runs out for sure.

hence, when at last I perish
my patent mark will remain
embossed for those who cherish
a lifetime of no refrain.

copyright (c) 2005 by Melchor L. Aguilar

www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1...

Video-Poems | Views: 308 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(between womb and tomb is a voyage brief
the fleeing years, fleeting dears, now my prime
youth's egress, midlife's ingress, what relief -
and yet, I fear illness and old age grief
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.)

upon the vast heavens I cast my eyes
astounded at such an expanse sublime
i see the moon and the stars in the skies
it is truly then that I realize
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.

on my desk I work and on bed I play -
paper-sheets of white and bed-sheets of lime
all bear my mark and my score of the day
by my hands of toil and my feet of clay
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.

between the distinct lines of poems I write
i waver on words of rhythm and rhyme
and when I falter between wrong and right
i seek a vision that I may see light
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.

between womb and tomb is a voyage brief
the fleeing years, fleeting dears, now my prime
youths egress, midlifes ingress, what relief -
and yet, I fear illness and old age grief
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.

upon the vast heavens I cast my eyes
then wonder and ponder when is the time
my Maker calls me and closes my eyes
when He pounds the gavel and casts the dice
i am but migrant in transit thru Time.

(c) 2006 by Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://shiftingshades.blogspot.com/search/label/I%20Am%20But%20Migrant

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This park of my childhood:
The spark of my adulthood

(Haikus: Nostalgia on lost grandeur of an old park.)

new arches subdue
shifting shades of old splendor
when shadows carve light

lace of black iron
replaced bygone yellow bells
where green lawn once lazed

dry fountains agape
mock sky in concrete stillness
sans crickets’ anthem

grey mats of cement
now reside upon the ground
carpet of grass, gone

gone too, chirping birds
daransi-an  they were called
in the days of old

peñaranda, yes
the park remains where it was
minus the splendor.

(c) 2004 Chito L. Aguilar
http://shiftingshades.blogspot.com/2010/05/penaranda-park-revisited.html

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yellow bells casting mellow spells
when abloom they cast away gloom
by the sight of them my heart swells
by scent of them my spirits boom.

arched blossoms of bright golden shade
their buds in lush, their blooms a-plush
in glade and glen they gleam, not fade
in dale and dell they dwell a-flush.

on bushes green they grin akin
to mermaids lips of tulips pale
on sepals lean they mean to sheen
like fairys hair in fairy tale.

yellow bells casting mellow spells
their magic charm in warm endear
in silence hence, the chime of bells
i hear so near in dearly cheer.

(c) 2005 Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1-0-231

Video-Poems | Views: 388 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(We are grains of sand in the hourglass of Life.
Either we are above/below or going through inevitable constriction;
ever at the notion of the Timeless Timekeeper as He randomly turns
the hourglass upside-down or downside-up.)

the hourglass -
60 minutes of cold auburn sand
in Siamese twin cones,
glass clones;

each grain besieged in a race
thru funnel of narrow space,
flushing from the top cone,
gushing to the bottom cone.

as if sucked in a black hole
quickly falls each grain

( of sand)

in mini enclosure
that mean to measure
time immeasurable
in a space measurable:

an hour on top, an hour below,

by narrowed cones of clones reversible;
but our borrowed lives, irreversible.

(C) 2005 Melchor L. Aguilar

www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://shiftingshades.blogspot.com/2010/05/auburn-sand.html

Video-Poems | Views: 355 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(but thought of a new day cheers me up:
a bright tomorrow when sun is up!)

shadows deepen in ambiguity
naked stillness paints obscurity
a hungry night owl in devious prowl
my lone cohort in nocturnal stroll.

sandals hushed in trepid silence walk
haunt like predators-of-prey in stalk
my dreary steps in rhythmic cadence
as desolate darkness numbs my sense.

truncated trunks and twisted twigs mark
forsaken roadsides in cloak of dark
the road ahead, grey ribbon winding
with chilly silhouettes unending.

against the bleak, dismal mist I gaze
this boring hike puts my mind in haze
but thought of a new day cheers me up:
a bright tomorrow when sun is up!

(c) 2004 by Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://shiftingshades.blogspot.com/2010/05/night-walk.html

Video-Poems | Views: 364 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(A TRIBUTE TO MANNY PACQUIAO:
Pound-for-Pound Pacman (Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao:
Illustrious Filipino Boxer, International Boxing Champion,
Holder of 8 World Titles)


The stinging punch of sheer poverty made him a boxer --
He labored as construction worker in General Santos City
And sold bread in the streets to support his household
His austere life, thin as the belt around his lean stomach

Restless at 15, with pockets nil he boarded boat for Manila
Bent in a bid to knockdown wanton paucity, he wore gloves
And punched his way in the ring; from small-time opponents
To big-time adversaries, his ferocious rapidity felled them all

From obscurity to posterity, he evolved by huffs and puffs
He trained and strained till his fists are as quick as lightning
His jabs and punches are lethal and his left hook is ever fatal
He can knock out a foe in split second, with stunning speed

Like bread he once peddled, Manny Pacquiao rose, baked in
Oven of Toil, the boxing ring-of-fire where only the toughest
Survive the slog and slug; where training and discipline count
Where there is humiliation in defeat and glory in punishment

The tale of the tape tells it round-by-round, pound-for-pound
He humbled Mexican and Anglican alike, on the canvass floor
His once thin belt thickens to champion's belt fight after fight
An unknown local became a celebrity-international, by boxing

He returns to his Philippines, a hero amidst cheering crowds
Politicians try to tempt and preempt him to join their politics
He faces all controversies as mere punching bags, no big deal
Showbiz feasts on his fame; his commercial endorsements rain

Between fights, he tends to his fighting cocks and plays billiards
He bonds with his family and attends to his diverse businesses
Providing employment to local folks. He is enrolled in college -
He shuttles between TV shows and tapings or stays in his estate

What made him what he is now? A concoction of guts and glut:
The fangs of dearth; pangs of fights; prayers of his Mama Dionisia
The pains of rigid workouts; the gains from trainer Freddie Roach
Trade of promoters; tirade of hecklers; the blitz and glitz of media

Baker to boxer, he leavened acclaim and honor to our country
From rags to riches, he became an icon and idol of the masses
From travails to triumphs, he reigns supreme World Champion
Yes, the story of Manny Pacquiao will be told for all generations.

© 2009 by Melchor L. Aguilar
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/publ/pou...

Video-Poems | Views: 371 | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(We who survived the wrathful fury of haunting Reming
Must take heed and advocate; the thousands who perished
In the wake of Bicol's worst disaster could tell tales no more
Still, their deafening silence echoes in the throes of Ondoy.)

One month of rain poured in six hours -
Metro-Manila folks thought Ondoy was just
One of those tropical storms that normally
Pass the country during this time of the year

Between tropic chores and arctic complacency
The sober rich and the somber poor went about
Their usual routine, heedless, moreso amidst the
So-called economic crunch besetting the country

In a nation rocked by endless socio-political scandals
And inured by pointless neo-parochial intramurals
Weather concerns would take backseat of priorities
Whether or not people really care, is another issue

The rapid rising of floodwaters to record levels
Caught everyone flatfooted... And as serious toll
On life and property mounts, so does an urgent call --
We must not ignore climate change: Wake up! Wake up!

And yet, Ondoy was relatively tamer than the walloping
Reming which devastated Bicol Region in 2006 when
Whiplashing winds, rampaging volcanic mudflows and
Swirling waters, swelling floods wrought havoc untold

We who survived the wrathful fury of haunting Reming
Must take heed and advocate; the thousands who perished
In the wake of Bicol's worst disaster could tell tales no more
Still, their deafening silence echoes in the throes of Ondoy.

© 2009 by Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/publ/in_...

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(mother of six,
widow, retired teacher,
grandma, great-grandma)

exactly how right can I write about you?
the script may just do no justice to you
clear words as the pure morning dew for you
equal with no woman, one and only you.

the elves in my childhood, you did banish
my ghosts in adulthood, you admonish
between me and my forfeits, you keep watch
and between me and my feats, youre in touch.

time I would not know til it to me you brought
earth would not be home til it for me you sought
reason would not be mine til it to me you taught
and, life would not be so til it for me you bought.

(c) 2006 Melchor L. Aguilar
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1...

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(Water seeketh level lowest
but we seeketh level highest.)


water we are,
restless.
not content to be contained
we hasten to overflow
in trickles and torrents,
in drips and spurts.

we rise in rush.
to the sky we gush
(but never reach it),
squirting up
in swish and swoosh--
rushing, gushing.

then,
by the shifting shades
of color spotlights
we fall with a splash;
in due time crash
when gravity pulls us down
to our gashing bowl
we smash back to

our reality, our humanity!

(c) 2005 Melchor L. Aguilar

www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://shiftingshades.blogspot.com/2010/05/fountain-of-life.html

Video-Poems | Views: 382 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(Man's silliness begets earth's illness.
Global warming is between local warning and total burning.
Mother Earth's tomorrow lies between yesterday and today.)

the green of earth, by the greed of man, grazed
reed of grass, rid by man from soils grid, razed

no trees that stir, no breeze on fir that steers
no breed of bird, no deer or bear appears

filth at river, silt at sea, sewer slime
fishes float, dead of grime, behold mans crime

thin air, thick smog, ozone-layer-reduce
beware: danger zone! Man has lit the fuse

lest man greet the future with grit resolved
no feet shall walk desert planet, absolved!

(c) 2005 Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://shiftingshades.blogspot.com/2010/05/man-fails-earth-ails.html

Video-Poems | Views: 324 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

MEMENTO MORI (Remember Death).
This stark piece reminds us of our final destiny, our mortality.


(Oh Death, oh Death
You make soles even
You take souls even)


death, o pure contradiction of Life
you are the destiny of all strife
your claws patiently await your prey
to grip them in the end as they pray

death, o harbinger ever so proud
abrupt you come in mysterious shroud
cloak from whose wrap no one can escape
to swathe all souls when they reach the gate

death, o harvester of all mortal
your scythe must reap and rip at portal
reaper of souls and ripper of might
stiller of breath and stealer of light

death, o equalizer of all men
behold your work: so pale so ashen
this mortal body has now become
lifeless as it waits for kingdom come.

(c) 2005 Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1-0-183

Video-Poems | Views: 350 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(A Profile Poem for a dear friend, Layni)

She has a face akin to but truer
Than that of the naive (mer)maid
Familiar, famed by showbiz local
Familial, framed in television global

From the scenic beaches of Palawan
To the electronic pages of Facebook
Her pretty face conveys easy grace
And charms friends, mutual and virtual

In any place, in cyberspace, her face
Draws aficionados and aficionadas
Catching attention, mutely provocative
Not by her own choice or silent intent

A face, virginal as the Underground River
Where at times she frolics in respite sojourn
(A needed rural vacation from urban occupation
Rejuvenates, refreshes and enhances her visage)

From the urban rush to the rural hush
The rustic lush pales with the natural blush
On her sweet face; flush as the façade of Baywalk
Serene as the pristine coastline of Sabang at night

Ah, Layni, princess of Puerto Princesa
With a face so innately intimate, yet, curious
Suggestive and intriguing; simple, and yet
Leaves so much more to one's imagination!

© 2009 by Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/publ/layni/1-1-0-6

Video-Poems | Views: 386 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

Between oppression and liberation is a nation.

http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1-0-69

Video-Poems | Views: 324 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

(The Inanity of Machine.
The Ingenuity of Man.)

the keyboard obeys
my fingers depress-commands
letters leap from keys

words leak from cursor
my thoughts appear on white screen
as verses in black

their vibrant lines dash
to the right margin and scroll
promptly down the page

i move-click the mouse
the pointer sprints thru pixels
the printer screeches

white paper rolls out
laced with poem in bookman-black
i pause for awhile

i hear dead silence
from mute laptop and printer
dumb computer, yes

i take the paper
then read poem title, it says:
some cyber haikus.

(c) 2007 Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://shiftingshades.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-cyber-haikus.html

Video-Poems | Views: 385 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

STAGS Tracks: Reunion 2010
(All trails lead home...)

the hands of Time
turn like windmills

as decades unwind
our trails wind
our tracks entwined

we made our marks
on plains and mounds
we made our sparks
and gained new grounds

still

mint chimes weaken
meant charms lessen
brewed beer foams less
never forever nevertheless

after our hustle-bustle
we settle

we fellows mellow
stag antlers grow
our brows furrow

forehead grooves ripening
like Ligñon Hill canals opening
with wisdom deepening
(and hair thinning)

and

as hardened horns
branch like sharpened thorns
our creases increase
our foamy froths cease
our gallant gallops miss.

then

we cease like the trees
gulped by the gullies
of Mt. Mayon.

(c) Chito L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1-0-113

Video-Poems | Views: 362 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

In Memoriam: Ralph Binamira, Ric Caño, et. al.
This video is dedicated to the memory of departed 4B Stags.
Memento Mori!


(composed during Ralph's wake;
read at his interment, July 2003)


be it not of roses.
the thorns will prick my wounds,
gush my blood awash
and bathe the blooms like laundry.
((let not my crimson paint the petals.))
 
be it not of wood.
the grain will frame my pain,
sustain the throb
and sprain my frail body.
((let not my flesh grate the grain.))

be it not of steel.
the cold will make me quiver,
quicken my last gasp
and freeze my heart like ice.
((let not my chill steal the stillness.))

my deathbed, be it nothing!
let no bed cuddle me at death;
for no crib cradled me at birth.

(c) Chito L. Aguilar
- July 2003
)
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1-0-33

Video-Poems | Views: 367 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

Keeping Track; Back to Our Roots
(All trails lead home...)


thirty-six years so swift
in fleeting Time's drift
by the seasons' drip
and Life's sturdy grip

four decades: passage
from youth's glazing glades
to grey's shifting shades

in the middle(!) of lives
amid meddle(?) of wives
and the muddle(!?) of dives

this 2010...

with our weathered stag horns
untangled from meshed thorns
un-entwined in sweaty morns
(with lovers?) and callous corns

we tryst together in December
in pearly jubilee; we shimmer
and bask in the springs of home
in celebration, we come

back to our roots.

(c) M.L. Aguilar

www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/load/1-1-0-109

Video-Poems | Views: 298 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)

4B Stags Reunion 2010 - Program of Activities
December 27-28, 2010, Legazpi City, Albay,
Philippines

Video-Poems | Views: 301 | Author: chito aguilar | Added by: chito | Date: 2010-09-12 | Comments (0)


Tito's camera lenses speak
Of lights and themes
Of sights and scenes

Touching the mind
With lines and curves
Of places and spaces

Stirring the heart
Thru form and function
Of objects and subjects

Moving the soul
Thru stunning sunsets
And awesome dark nights

Rousing sentiments -
And emotion, or passion
Thru the familiar and peculiar

Crafting the poetry
Of leaves and flowers
Of fireworks and artworks

Creating illusions
By monochrome and colors
Of monument and cross

Painting pictures
Of son and daughter
And clear blue water

Capturing images
Of Toots house, and offices
Or other impressive edifices

Bridging spaces
Between indoors and outdoors
Between literature and architecture

Between then and now.

© 2010 by Melchor L. Aguilar
www.chitoaguilar.ucoz.com
http://chitoaguilar.ucoz.com/publ/the_photography_of_tito_encinas/1-1-0-12

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