Foods, Born Again, The Homecoming

Foods Make, Unmake You

by Gil Camporazo

Eat what you may
And something to your dismay.
Eat veggies and nutritious food
And be surprised something is good.

Eat meat sparingly
And run to your capacity
You won't get tired and weary
But happy and merry.

Born Again

by Gil Camporazo

Six years I dwindled in disbelief
Spiritual darkness engulfed myself
I was terribly incarcerated in a shelf
In a world of ignorance like a thief.

The day has come to know the truth
A humble, soft-spoken Elder had sought
And taught me the Gospel truth
Baptized me for the sin I fought.

The Homecoming That Never Was

by Gil Camporazo

Excited as I was
To attend the alumni homecoming
Of my former school in Yubo
Something uncomfortable did happen.

I was treated as a stranger
With a lukewarm welcome in dismay
This strangeness led me aptly
To go home unnoticed immediately.


n.b. - These poems are posted in myLot, particularly in page, Dodo Azo. myLot is a community of online writers who share their thoughts, ideas for a discussion to earn a penny.

On Foods, Born Again, Homecoming

Foods Make, Unmake You

Eat what you may
And something to your dismay.
Eat veggies and nutritious food
And be surprised something is good.

Eat meat sparingly
And run to your capacity
You won't get tired and weary
But happy and merry.

Born Again

Six years I dwindled in disbelief
Spiritual darkness engulfed myself
I was terribly incarcerated in a shelf
In a world of ignorance like a thief.

The day has come to know the truth
A humble, soft-spoken Elder had sought
And taught me the Gospel truth
Baptized me for the sin I fought.


The Homecoming

Excited as I was
To attend the alumni homecoming
Of my former school in Yubo
Something uncomfortable did happen.

I was treated as a stranger
With a lukewarm welcome in dismay
This strangeness led me aptly
To go home unnoticed immediately.

n.b. - These are the repost of my poems posted at myLot, my other writing site which I have joined.

Homecoming*

Sister Morena Sanchez

by Melinda Sanchez

After months of service and weeks of devotion
She’ll step on that plane and come ‘cross the ocean.
Awash in nerves and drenched in delight
She’ll come down that hall at the end of her flight.

We’ll be pacing the floor and biting our nails,
Trying to see past the guards and rails.
For a glimpse of her profile, her shadow, her hair;
Any possible thing to know that she’s there.


Then that moment will come when we see her face
That precious daughter, back home, in her place.
With drums in our chests and a sting in our eyes
The count down to seconds, the sun in the skies,

We’ll reach out our arms as she comes through the door
Choke back the sobs and run cross the floor.
Then with arms wrapped around her in a heavenly grasp,
We’ll thank our dear Father, she is home at last!


(*This poem is written by Melinda Sanchez, LDS member and it is dedicated to her daughter missionary, Sister Morena Sanchez who has served 18 months of missionary work here in the Philippines and she has served briefly in our place, La Carlota. Sister Sanchez will be home a week from today.)