Saturday, November 14, 2015


Five years ago, I posted the following prayer in this blog. I just think it's still relevant and more so these days. So here we go again.

Thanksgiving prayer

Thank you
my Lord and God
for gift of life and health
remembering our lost loved ones
once more.

Heed not
our weaknesses,
teach us how to forgive
and live in harmony with all

So that
once more this world
of hate will be again
a place of love and peacefulness,

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Navy man's death


(For Gene de Guzman, husband of Nelia de Guzman in the tribute below, who passed away earlier as a Navy veteran).

I was there too under a shade
the gun salute shattered my pretense.

The bugle wail pierced the summer heat
for a moment drowning my grief.

Why is it that we only miss
those who are in their eternal rest?

In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves, but originally published in World Haiku  Review, Vol. 1, Issue 2, August 2001.

Monday, November 9, 2015


(Condolence to her family and loved ones)

     autumn advent
     the last remaining leaf
     falls down from the tree
     on the gentle prodding
     of Santa Ana wind

     in unison we join
     our collective prayers
     for the eternal repose
     of her soul, mercifully now
     in a pain-free world

     from Pareng Vic Gendrano
     9 November 2015

On the passing today of Nelia de Guzman, the mother-in-law of my daughter Juliet.

Monday, November 2, 2015


Senryu and Vanguard Haiku 

A senryu a day drives your shrink insane. - V. P. Gendrano's aphorism.

Senryu, a close relative (sometimes I refer to as a cousin) of haiku is another Japanese poetic poem dealing with human foibles, usually humorous and satirical.  Whereas haiku is serious, senryu is light-hearted.

Here are samples of senryu and vanguard haiku which I have written and some published throughout the years. In my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves, I devoted no less than a whole chapter about it.

the new public place
to bare yourself

Sketchbook, Vol. 6, No. 3
May/June 2011 

uncontrolled laughter
grandpa's dentures fly 
in my bowl of soup

behind her mom
she parries deftly
his flying kisses

more subdivisions
the distant echoes
of bird songs

texting while driving
he wakes in the hospital
with only one leg

Sketchbook, Vol. 6, No. 3
May/June 2011

young mother
she scolds her son
and joins him crying

he takes viagra
and almost died in bliss
his wife's wish

chilly morning
she grabs me back to bed
a little longer

World Haiku Review
January 2011

she sneezes once
twice then three times
girl with the nose ring

Sketchbook, Vol. 5, No. 4
July/August 2010

Thursday, October 22, 2015


by Victor P. Gendrano

A typical Sunday morning scene unfolds before me in my favorite eatery which I usually frequent after church mass service. Seated together on the right table is a young couple evidently so much in love with each other, oblivious to other people around them while safely ensconced in their private world. Holding hands, they let their free hands tend to their food and drinks.

Next, to their left, is a father and his well-behaved daughter in her Sunday clothes, slowly munching her french fries. In between sipping her drink, she glances at her dad with an adoring and loving smile. During a lull in their eating, he gently brushes a wisp of unruly hair upwards to her child's forehead. 

On the next table are two middled aged men boisterously rummaging a found newspaper left on their table by a previous customer. One is looking for sales in a local store while the other is busy perusing the sports page. 

At the farthest table, an old couple, obviously married and used to each other's ways, are quietly eating with nary a conversation but with a happy and contented demeanor.

People watching like this is becoming a pleasant diversion for me lately, unobtrusively observing the action and flow of humanity seemingly in slow motion.

dining alone
I forgot to feel sorry
for myself

Friday, October 16, 2015


(For the Filipino American History Month observed each October in the US). 

Oldtimers, a cinquain poem

by Victor P. Gendrano

the vast ocean
they came in waves and droves
leaving behind their native land
for good;
to Hawaii, California
even to Alaska
for better life
they hoped.

Too long
they have endured
so much hostility
and outright discrimination
They're my ancestors who, alas,
the young people today

From my book, Rustle of bamboo leaves,copyright 2005.

Friday, October 9, 2015

A Pause in Time

by Victor P. Gendrano

Tarry a little while
and let those jaundiced eyes
pierce the unseen wonder
of nature's bounteous beauty

which in civilization's 
suicidal dash to extinction
neither could pause nor ponder
or otherwise reflect on the
spontaneity of the moment

or the cherished charm 
of a dew-draped flower
the mesmerizing melody of a song
the wishful whispers of a sigh or
a budding brave and shy smile

For once
let feelings and emotion
reign supreme over reason
and embrace these arrested
moments like long-lost lovers

Then let the soul sustain
itself of those magical moments
pulsing with life again.