WORDS

My Son

noreply@blogger.com (Omeng Fallarme) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 17:20:00 +0000

Under shaky ground, in all its natural occurrence
Love paved the way for another bundle of joy’s emergence
Anticipation was within the longest nine months
Basis of your growth was through mommy’s shrinking pants
Who will you be like and what features will you get from whom
You responded with a kick from inside your mother’s womb

Out you came, from the outside I recognized and heard you cry
Standing along the nursery room, excitedly waiting, as I pry
Delicately holding you in my arms you seemed too fragile
And now look at y.. “Oops where are you...” oh you’re so agile
Writing this even I can’t concentrate as you aimlessly frolic
Yet a mischievous smile seems you’re up for some likely trick

Melted chocolates all over explains why you’re up and about
In a playful mood still as I ask “What’s that in your mouth?”
Curious it seems you are thus exploring with anything new
Tough not to lose sight of you however it’s a delightful view
Either you’re too familiar with your first word or you’re just calling me

Can’t help but acknowledge your “come here” look as you say “Daddy!”

Lucas, my son, who's the man?!

My First Born

noreply@blogger.com (Omeng Fallarme) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 01:35:00 +0000

The revelation came as a surprise
A weighty setback under broken ties
Mixed emotions couldn’t even say what was felt more
It’s the feeling that was confused, I thought of what could be in-store

Concerned about acceptance from who mattered then
Worried, things going my way could possibly end
Contemplating on to whom I’d say goodbye
Yet I just couldn’t let a blessing slip by

The time came you will be more than just a heart beat
Eagerly nervous I uttered nothing but “This is it!”
Seeing light for the first time, you likewise trickled me with enlightenment
Tears precipitated I instinctively felt how, to me, you preciously meant

Defining my role as provider, from that moment I just knew
Even, at least, as a father on occasion I could be there for you
Though my divided attention seems to picture emptiness
I purely felt the urge to, under my wings, build you a good nest

If it meant starting all over again, I knew I’d soar
With you as inspiration you can expect more
Up ‘til now I know I made the right choice

Gaining fulfillment in providing more than just toys

To Chakai, my first born, I love you!

That Instant Moment of Expectation (TIME)

noreply@blogger.com (Omeng Fallarme) — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 02:53:00 +0000

Time is gold so they say

Passing by in any given day

Something transpires in every second

And just realized something has dawned

Can’t turn back time as a matter of fact

But then don’t utter “Oh what the f..k!”

Should you do something do it now

Or regret even prior to taking a bow

What then if it’s a minute too late

If a decision was desired to relate

Seemingly reliable of “yes” or “no”

For one to decide if to stay or go

Warm lips or a cold-shoulder perhaps

Is it worth giving such moment a lapse?

However, is it worth fighting for?

Otherwise, will it just be another score?

Words

noreply@blogger.com (Omeng Fallarme) — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 19:39:00 +0000

More than the configuration of letters to sentences

Means to express sentiments with or without pretenses

At a distance messages won’t get across

Of which for words no one will be at a loss

Action as the only way won’t even speak louder

If manner to communicate is without any other

Like in thanking well-wishers with a little something

For your good words are indeed very inspiring

Thus special thanks to four beautiful people

Your comments were heartfelt yet simple

Hoping you don’t mind if you’re appreciated this way

Conveying gratitude for how you have made our day

Such sweet anniversary greeting from Lady Java

Having been moved, how appreciative is Mariuca

Shemah’s warmth is likewise heartwarming and real

And though formal, genuineness is felt from Bill

We thank you for your sweet and kind words

The essence of your words has substantiated WORDS…

Theme Song

noreply@blogger.com (Omeng Fallarme) — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 15:54:00 +0000

Romanticism dictates the need for such

Basis for it is that your heart be touched

If none, are we supposed to have one?

Should nothing fit, will you and I split?

Insensitive is how I’ll be deemed as

Notwithstanding what my heart thinks of ‘us’

Will appropriate lyrics make it better?

Or any song timely played then matter?

The thought of us being in sync

Isn’t that a rather stronger link...

For if a song is what will keep us going

In my heart, you’re the music playing

This is in response to Spicy's (my wife) blog about us not having a theme song. Anyway, it's our wedding anniversary and I'm dedicating this post to her...