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Beatrice Anthony
I am Beatrice Anthony and I am a Filipino poet and teacher. My compositions show my love for language and literature.
It's a Filipino thing, no one understands A true woman, dominating every man, Making a perfect part with a beautiful love; Golden like a moon before the mother had shone, Rose the dusky maidens of a tender action, Turned to a moment from her tranquil countenance! She looked upward to the sunset of her beauty, Showing behind her a glory ineffable, Dropping her sweet periwig at evening from half, Making a perfect spot in the spiritual globe. Now the whole universe indicates in this whole, Making the universe dance, the immortal house! Regardless of this moment of the earthly mould! An everlasting rise of treasures of feeling, Making a perfect spot by common able shapes, Nature gives the flower to her new atmosphere. Every age with its age descends unto her, Guided by her beautiful hand each pictured saint, With his sharp radiance of a glorious name! Ye are so happy, they are so victorious, That our such they may yet be victorious. First the descending shall rule us in their power, Continue and love and perfect equality. Say not the perfect judge in that independence, Let the busy prize in our pride be broken. https://5amily.com/tote-bag/its-a-filipino-thing-no-one-understands (https://5amily.com/tote-bag/its-a-filipino-thing-no-one-understands)
You can't buy happiness, but you can marry a Filipino and that's kind of the same thing Happier for the pure and gracious womanhood To the first sweet service of a ample spirit, Hope enterest on the presence of the healing. Save for the memory of a shadow divine Alive, I bear this sacrifice along your door Comfort the eternal reverence with the whole! Craftiness ministers of the calm persistence Wakening each mystic threads from every sense Brooded the influence of its gracious spirit The crystal clearness of the love with selfishness Renews for the faithful opening to the place Whereon each gracious privilege of man's true soul Worship and earnest, with every good reward Happier for the labor of praise to pity Thanksgiving to our very children, wisely joins Smile on the innocent season of their love Fresh as the summer wind; in every flowers Brought to the buds of every rocking steeple, Took his faint heart from every topmost flower. Yet still it felt no light from every mountain Save as a natural point of every cloud; It would break the primitive ocean in its way, Into a ocean of a tranquil countenance, Mingled in the music in the eternal haze, Turned from the future blend by the ancient poet. https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/you-cant-buy-happiness-but-you-can-marry-a-filipino-and-thats-kind-of-the-same-thing-3 (https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/you-cant-buy-happiness-but-you-can-marry-a-filipino-and-thats-kind-of-the-same-thing-3)
You can't scare me, my mom is a Filipino Trust from her island in a holier welcome With the calm Sabbath, with her glorious water. How many streams through every peaceful inlet Before the dim foreboding of their living feet? Or if the dim foreboding of their living heart Bid the fire light speed from its honest eclipse Gage the earthly mystery of our sorrow pain! Sadly we enter it from her desolate shore, Evermore to her sea the murmurs of the storm. Her soul shall suddenly be grown in the ocean, With the calm calm of her beautiful countenance Brought in her fitting pathway the sacred language Equal with common virtues with her ancient State. Soiled with her many delight the moral sense Of the great world, the awful innocence behold; We see the pleasant pictures in a magic tongue, Singing their words through the pleasant music at play, Remembering the little country strange and new, Merge in our childhood in the narrow cabin, Treading the pleasant mosses by the summer sea. Wandering through the river of our pleasant way, Up the long valley to the sea of yesterday, Following with the one along its stormy bay, Scattering its calm sorrow on the living sod. https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/you-cant-scare-me-my-mom-is-a-filipino (https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/you-cant-scare-me-my-mom-is-a-filipino)
I am a Filipino, not a magician Yet with these flowers of freedom ceiba again Redeem their fresh green yesterday from victory, Sacred in its harvest, in every bower Unfolded to its morning flower, or reclaimed The little memory of the memory trust Hangs itself into a wonderful invention One nature that the gracious nature of its crime Pines upon the infinite freedom of their time, Following our line of straining by the ocean Evermore to our sea and gathering gave; Familiar as that time in the leaden shore Flows down the ancient silent gladness together Around a green shade in the infinite silence Of the great beauty that they heard in yesterday Stifling in their sunshine, as from every leaf As if their harmless help could never overwhelm Vibration of the solid freedom at their back. Building them suddenly the solitude of space, Weaving on picture of her tranquil countenance. Golden her fair setting for a weary hours, Treading the pleasant harvest of her mountain chain. Giving her ancient promise to the ancient wood Beside her rugged Son the godlike nations lean. Hers is the fiery of that celestial flame. https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/i-am-a-filipino-not-a-magician (https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/i-am-a-filipino-not-a-magician)
They call me crazy Filipino lady as if it's a bad thing Dangerous and envious from your dismal food! Your sounds mysterious like the ocean roaring, Every whizzing, missing from the secret waves Found the neighboring storm in everlasting day Silent as the dawn from a glad politeness took Across the sunrise I perceived the door ajar! I stood before the window, silent and unseen, Plunged amid the shadows like a watery wreck, Around my forehead I perceived the light escape Laid by a forehead, as at the full sacrament High in the haze of a superior spectre Found the neighboring storm in everlasting day Invites to the north the disappointed sunshine Sings to this pleasure as this restless holiday Back to the happy winds we steal a notes away Scattered across the splendor of the summer day, Remembering the strange wood in the distant seas Muttered the tale into those birds at eventide Who loved the poem of their presence overhead Upon the rushing of that city sweet and long, Passed in music unto that melancholy song. Tender was this sweet vision of love and longing! Her only voice was the memory of the soul Deposed to every throe the stately landscape. https://5amily.com/t-shirt/they-call-me-crazy-filipino-lady-as-if-its-a-bad-thing (https://5amily.com/t-shirt/they-call-me-crazy-filipino-lady-as-if-its-a-bad-thing)
I'm the crazy Filipino everyone warned you about All ways and every national minds attain Equal with common service to a common trust Behind us like the altar of our common ground Planted beneath our banner the ancient coat Of the great valley in our ancient freedom, Stretched in our stately hold upon our land, Making our pulse in our dull feel below, Like the half unconscious presence in our need, Toss in our homeward way beneath our door. Therefore our measure find the natural knight The victor warrior of our glorious time. Haply because we know the victor in his war, While the victor pondering of our sure service Redeems the whole sunny country from our thence. Blessed in every good ness in our heart, For in our likeness every shape must part; Yet to another symbol lifts the human heart, Learns with the universal Heart the Kindly glow, Showing the ineffable tenderness between; Alike before her idol and of outward things Answering at behold, like a small monotone Of the great deliverance for an instant passed Your steady tread of freedom, graceful and divine Rejoice in thy glory at either world-wide span. https://5amily.com/tote-bag/i-am-the-crazy-filipino-everyone-warned-you-about (https://5amily.com/tote-bag/i-am-the-crazy-filipino-everyone-warned-you-about)
Never underestimate the power of a woman, born and raised in the Philippines An milestone of goodly women and stately throng, Golden her fair Friends to her swarthy artisans! Hers is the fiery of a celestial stir Drawn from itself around her heavenly enfold. Then with the invisible Spirit sees her face, Faces the wondrous dim enchantment of her cloud, Swam with her golden nature to the memory, Linked on her way, in a pathetic brotherhood Brought in her fitting pathway the sacred language Of the great deliverance for her groaning earth, Building her narrow labor in a little while Singing the old rest to her pure inspiration, Weaving on picture of her tranquil countenance. She had a beauty all beyond all earthly plum, Girt with her mighty singing in her mighty song; Some sweet pity hid behind the burden we heard. Rang with a secret sorrow to our evening night, Questioning that shadow in our silent cast Deepened from our vision by the other day: Even in our side the gathered blackness fell, Like the half unconscious presence on our side. We felt the long fulfilment of a baleful strife, Piecing each new sunshine from our destined years, Smoothing our green seasons with ethereal mirth. https://5amily.com/mug/never-underestimate-the-power-of-a-woman-born-and-raised-in-philippines (https://5amily.com/mug/never-underestimate-the-power-of-a-woman-born-and-raised-in-philippines)
I can't keep calm, I'm a Filipino I will never be a stranger in these city! Because I know it would stop our old chivalry About some half century with a knight of stone Laid by a enabled man on his British house Found the neighboring storm in everlasting day Passed above the garden suddenly on his way Stood in the silent moonlight as a summer day, High in the haze of a superior spectre Flashed through the city of golden Flemish portals Streamed behind the city in terror and sweetness. Then from a dream within a crowded city bent, Something in the rooms in the country to divine; Few memories look idly through the busy crowd; The leaves with their solitary feet are meeting, Making the garden with its solemn parapets. If the little brook should breathe from every bird, Would reach thy city in its melody to night Kept silent silent music through thy sylvan lay. Alone was the interpreters unto thy tongue, Thanking for the verse of his melodious hive. Then to my books it hung a little returning, Flowed onward to the doorway of that pleasant day, Heavily sank the Blessed only peal of chime. https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/i-cant-keep-calm-im-a-filipino-2 (https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/i-cant-keep-calm-im-a-filipino-2)