ABC STARS Inspires

-I- Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over all the tempting offers that prospective buyers bore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of someone gently rapping, softly rapping at my door. "Perhaps," I thought, "it's buyer Oihara, knocking at my door--- Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember, it was after bleak December While digging in the Lo-o Valley for the hidden cache of yore At last I found the long-lost Buddha of "The Tiger of Malaya" A twenty-eight-inch Buddha I now keep behind my aparador Because this thousand-kilo statuette that's behind my aparador Is solid gold and nothing more. So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I kept repeating, "It can't be Chayong or Canding; its Oihara at my door The Japanese buyer who's entreating entrance for an urgent meeting. It is his familiar greeting, he who knows all ...

      It was an ordinary, typical Sunday night and my brother and I were lounging before dinner and knowing his talent as a classical pianist I showed him internet videos of a young woman competing in an Asia-wide talent competition. It was touted as Asia’s Got Talent and the young lady is none other than classical chanteuse, Gerphil Geraldine Flores, from The Philippines. The first video was the audition piece which got her the golden buzzer from one of the judges, David Foster, which meant that she automatically advanced to the next round. Her audition piece, Andy Williams’ Speak softly, Love, which is from the classic film “The Godfather.” In the next phase, the semis, she sung the theme song (Where do I begin?) from the movie “Love Story” and for the most recent episode, the grand final, she gave a seamless rendition of the powerful music “The Impossible Dream” from “Man of La Mancha.” All videos ended with a standing ovation from the audience but more i...

Fire! Fire!! Fire!! That dreaded cry! rings Through the quiet of the night and brings Dry-throated horror At the furor of this rampaging terror. Hear the echoing crash and crackle And the hissing, maniacal sparkle Of its merciless laughter as it swallows Man-made structures, trees or willows That haplessly lie in its path Prey to the frenzied fury of its wrath! Higher! Higher!! Higher!!! Grows the crimsoned shadow Of this dancing, prancing desperado. Will its smoldering anger not subside? Can't its greedy appetite be satisfied? Hear the wailing of the sirens and the clanging bells The sights of relief; and the clamoring yells Of the rain-coated men in their red-painted wagon Who strive to quench the thirst of this flaming dragon. But, . . . its passion. . .uncontrolled grows hotter! For, alas! again!! no more water!!! 25-3-60 photo credit: hydrant via photopin (license)   License: (license)