Napakagandang tula! Kindly take time to read! MALU-IBONG BULAN  UG MGA BITOON Sinulat ni Jeffrey Cejero  Gihubad  sa Binisaya ni Helen Sarita   Sa wala pa  manamilit ang adlaw sa kasadpan, iya akong giagak paingon sa  mabulukong mga panganod nga nakighinalukay sa asul ug malakristal nga dagat. Iyang gipatagamtam kanaku ang bugnaw nga huyuhoy sa hangin ug iyang gipatu-ang ang kasingkasing kong puno sa kabalisa samtang naglumba-ay pagdapya ang mga balod pagpaduol kanako haron hapyoron ako  sa ilang gugma Sa una pa lamang pagpa-ak sa kangitngit nakita ko pa ang Bulan nga ningkaway kanako nga sama nga nakighinabi nga dili naku maha-aguman ang kangitngit sa gabii  Ug sa wala magdugay ning-abot usab ang bituon nga ningsa-ad kanako nga himoon nilang mabulukon ang kalangitan haron dili mahimong masulub-on ang akong kalibutan Apan samtang nagadaloy sa sapa ang tubig, ang Dama de Noche wala bati-a ug kakapoy ug walay pu-as paghatag sa iyang alimy...

To the man whom my heart commits for life Intensely for decades, I've been here on your side Love that never withers as I devote myself till the end Love that lingers even though many times I was in pain Delve into my heart,  I cried a thousand tears Ethereal sensation is gasping its breath within Axiomatic blast of my tender pledge of love screams To  you who broke me the most, I sense your remorse Hail my heart, it has an outlandish strength to hold Did you find yourself in my heart still being held? Over those years happiness was what I always yielded. Unbothered by the tease of life I tried to be steadfast Sustained through faith I amassed strength to make this last Paving our way now to the inescapable calling of extinction Abloom by intense grip even pangs entwined our emotion Rest assured I will be here, I'll remain stalwart not to depart Two of us will keep our commitments, till death do us part

 My gracious pen... As my pen sways like a whirling dervish Dances with my heart and spirit that cherish It gives breath to my candid plume color Rejuvenates my core in a dainty glamor. Bestrewing love to my modest thought Relishing peace and love throughout My pen is much mightier than a sword. It chooses words that glitter like gold. It has a ton of magical and wondrous gleams. With so much tenderness, it gently glistens. With the sobriety of my plume, my pen is merry As it breathes kindness, it's getting lovely My pen softens the enemy's insensitive heart It mellows agonies, torments, and wrath It fills compassion with disdained emotions. Till it melts from hatred to love sensation My pen is calm as it recedes selfishness It can appease tempers and distresses  The blades of its sword spark and glint I wish its enduring luster will last till then When its sharpness would be blunted. Feebleness comes from its master's head. But with my passion that is so intense In peace a...