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Various ambitions – to complete the poem, to see it in print, to enjoy the gratification of someone’s comment about it – serve in some measure as incentives to the writer’s work. Though each of these is reasonable, each is a threat to that other ambition of the poet, which is to write as well as Keats, or Yeats, or Williams – or whoever it was who scribbled onto a page a few lines whose force the reader once felt and has never forgotten. Every poet’s ambition should be to write as well. Anything else is only a flirtation.

Advice well taken not just by poets or would be poets… everyone needs to be passionate about life and forget about flirting.

Heart and mind, time, effort and commitment – that’s what real poetry making is all about.

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I am Woman – giver and sustainer of life. In my warm and fertile womb, I create life and with my innate resources, make it into a human being. From the beginning, the parameters of my life were set, for I have the biological equipment for procreation.

I am Woman – Eve of the Genesis. I am created from the rib of Adam. As such, I am of strong stuff built. I am not the temptress of Paradise, the ‘woe-unto-man’ who caused his fall in the eyes of God. If mankind has to sweat and labor for survival, it is by God’s own design. I was merely the instrument used to prod Man to eat from the tree of knowledge so he would learn to live and not just exist on the bounty of Eden. Even then, I knew that there was more to life than just existence. With this wisdom, it became my primordial task to raise the quality of living.

I am Woman – Maganda, the first woman of Filipino legend. I sprung out of a split bamboo trunk together with Malakas, the first man. Together, not one coming after the other. As one, we built our world. I stood beside him as an equal – his lover, helpmate and companion, until I felt the stirrings of life defining my role as a mother. Malakas became protective, his adoration almost reverential – for I carried the fruit of our union. I forged the chain that assured the continuity of our existence. It was, ironically, the chain that would bind me to home and hearth, hampering my search for an identity as a person.

I am Woman – Mother to the child whose destiny I hold in my hands. I am overwhelmed at the Godliness of it all – tasked as I am with the making of Man. It is an awesome responsibility that I can neither ignore nor escape from – for this is the essence of my being. I am a Mother – with every child I conceive and bring out into this world, I am molding the future of the human race. This child will be what I will make of him – the best of our species and most worthy of his place on earth.

To attain this end – I, Woman, willingly give of myself. But mortal as I am, I can only give if I have what it takes to give. So I strive to be better, enriching myself with the wisdom of the ages, exploring facets of my womanhood that I can use to improve the quality of Life. In the process – I discover Myself.

Behold me as I am –

Woman – the future of Mankind.

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I am Woman – giver and sustainer of life. In my warm and fertile womb, I create life and with my innate resources, make it into a human being. The parameters of my life were set from the beginning, for I have the biological equipment for procreation.

I am Woman – Eve of the Genesis. I was created from the rib of Adam. As such, I am of strong stuff built. I am not the temptress of Paradise, the ‘woe-unto-man’ who caused his fall in the eyes of God. If mankind has to sweat and labor for survival, it is by God’s own design. I was merely the instrument used to prod Man to eat from the tree of knowledge so he would learn to live and not just exist on the bounty of Eden. Even then, I knew that there was more to life than just existence. With this wisdom, it became my primordial task to raise the quality of living.

I am Woman – Maganda, the first woman of Filipino legend. I sprung out of a split bamboo trunk together with Malakas, the first man. Together, not one coming after the other. As one, we built our world. I stood beside him as an equal – his lover, helpmate and companion, until I felt the stirrings of life defining my role as a mother. Malakas became protective, his adoration almost reverential – for I carried the fruit of our union. I forged the chain that assured the continuity of our existence. It was, ironically, the chain that would bind me to home and hearth, hampering my search for an identity as a person.

I am Woman – Mother to the child whose destiny I hold in my hands. I am overwhelmed at the Godliness of it all – tasked as I am with the making of Man. It is an awesome responsibility that I can neither ignore nor escape from – for this is the essence of my being. I am a Mother – with every child I conceive and bring out into this world, I am molding the future of the human race. This child will be what I will make of him – the best of our species and most worthy of his place on earth.

To attain this end – I, Woman, willingly give of myself. But mortal as I am, I can only give if I have what it takes to give. So I strive to be better, enriching myself with the wisdom of the ages, exploring facets of my womanhood that I can use to improve the quality of Life. In the process – I discover Myself.

Behold me as I am –

Woman – the future of Mankind.

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