ERNESTO
P. SANTIAGO
A Heart And Its Obsession With Men
(an ode to heart that tried to steal me from my love)
There are many who are disturbed
by the choice of
relationship my heart brings,
they criticize it
with all their strength!
And they get upset when I read to them
the words of
silence and not enter a war of words.
I think of it as a very affectionate heart,
nothing wrong with
it.
You need to understand some
people are
different, some like flowers, some like trees.
I come off as a soft person.
A choice to come to what I am
for as long as I
love to is just fine.
I should enjoy being there for my heart
without prejudices.
If I feel safe in my own mind
I should just do what makes my heart happy.
What the heart beats for love has nothing to do with
being a classic act
of peace.
I should focus to my heart’s
hearty presentation
of loving you, O my dear self,
not on what your
neighbors wanted to know.
Please, don't get me wrong.
It's an honor being kissed by a kind man
and I am blessed
and fortunate
enough with ‘I am
who I am.’
I don't owe anyone an
explanation.
I often wonder why people feel the need to know.
Actions speak louder than words.
I’m far from being a perfect soul,
but it is worth a
story telling to my grave!
Light Of One's Life
I’ve been blessed enough
to perform there,
[me, pointing at
the stage]
on a stage that has
been a home
to so many creative
minds over the years,
on countless
occasions before
and every time is
as memorably
beautiful as the
other!
I've been excitedly waiting, waiting
for the moment I
can
share this gift
with you.
And now I can.
So heavenly grateful
that my body, my
journey,
has allowed me
to be here, it's
been a dream of mine
ever since I was a
young soul
and I can't believe
it's actually happening
that I, light of
one's life,
welcome you to my
heart.
I can’t wait to perform at the hall
of love again.
See you there, O Pythian Muse,
even when the sky
is not ready,
to turn you into my
song, my sacred abode!
The Island
Have you ever read
a poem of my loving
heart?
It is widely known
for being a
favorite opening
ceremony for
lovers.
The rhyming is like white coastline
of a heavenly beach
that is world-famous
for its beauty,
and the image still
takes my breath away
every time I am
here,
and my dad’s
rocking chair
by the front window
is my treasured
place in the house.
Yes, there are no buildings across from us,
just this smoky
gray to deep blue
sea and the
beautiful rolling
hills, and for
those seeking
a more adventurous
experience
of the soul of my
words,
there's plenty of
opportunity for you
to enjoy canoeing,
jet skiing,
windsurfing, and
beachcombing
my heart scattering
of light
which is like the
ikebana sun.
This is the view when I open my life
any time of day to
let you in, to take me,
reminding me that
there are always
new beginnings, to
see the future
thrust upon us
without our full consent,
right outside my
front porch door.
ERNESTO P.
SANTIAGO
ERNESTO P. SANTIAGO spends all his free time between here
and there, trying to learn something. He is too small for his ego. He is enough
for himself. He thinks, “Poetry is a global temperature that will always
surprise us.” and he has been into poetry for as far back as he can recall. He
has no clear idea why, but he thinks he exposed himself to poetry unwittingly,
but lately he wanted it to become his literary purpose. His first international
exposure like ‘meet and greet’ with the world of poetry was in 2008 when he was
invited to the Romania International Festival “Curtea de Argeş Poetry Nights”
where he read his poem for the first time in front of a crowd and also here
where he received his first international poetry award - the International
Academy Orient-Occident Grand Prize. He authored six books of poetry, and his
poetic thought has been widely published and anthologised, in print and online. Poetry has brought him
such joy and many friends, and poetry awards too - including most recently the
Astroscale Prize from the EU-Japan NewSpace2060 International Illustrated Haiku
Competition 2019 and the Naji Naaman Literary Prize 2021 for his complete work
“Ang Tinig Ng Ligaw Na Tula / The Voice Of The Wild Verse.” Born in the
Philippines, he lives in Athens, Greece, and is inspired daily by the myth of
his poetic senses.
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