Thursday, January 14, 2016


ICY WINTER DAY, a haibun
I experienced winter for the first time in my life in the early sixties when I was studying for my master's degree at Syracuse University in New York.

I eagerly anticipated its arrival having been born in a tropical place. My friends from the same and neighboring countries had a wild celebration of sorts with the first flurry of snow. We gathered in the yard behind our apartments and together jumped with outstretched hands trying to catch the white feathery stuff which melted gradually on our hands. Of course that was only the first half of the story as we later experienced real winter in the succeeding days.

One morning, I knew that it would be slippery that day when I started walking to school. Across the street I saw a car move unsteadily upwards on an incline only to roll down every time it climbed upwards. So on my way to school I was extra careful navigating the sidewalk with other students. Then it happened. 

In front, a few paces ahead of me, a white American student suddenly slipped and fell down on the icy walkway. Without thinking of anything but to help, I rushed to her and offered my hand to aid her up. She started to take it, but immediately withdrew her hand when she saw the brown skin of mine. Surprised, I reluctantly left the scene and did not look back even after I heard a thud again.

icy winter day 
she disdains my brown hand
trying to help her get up
as I turn to leave
she falls down again

Thursday, December 24, 2015


To my readers and visitors here, I wish you all Merry Christmas and a peaceful New Year!

Also to my dear family who have been there with me especially after my recent stroke which hospitalized and rendered me immobile though I am gradually and surely getting better. Thanks be to GOD and my haiku way of living.

discharged patient
he kicked the inert get-well balloons
out of his way

Saturday, December 19, 2015




the bonfire
of used Christmas cards
the homeless gather
hugging warmth


Christmas program
the deaf children sing
in sign languagee

day after Christmas
she gives a used card
to her shelter friend

chilly night
under its darkness
hides my loneliness

Tagalog version

gabing malamig
sa iyong dilim nagtatago
aking kalungkutan

Published in my book,
Haiku and Tanka Harvest

Friday, December 4, 2015



by Victor P. Gendrano

      Jasmine dances the waltz with such grace that it aches my heart to watch her in a stranger's arms, she who is my favorite, my first-born granddaughter, bubbly in her recent 18th birthday debut. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was cuddling her to sleep...Tempus fugit! 

growing pains
she dances with strangers
my daughter's daughter

And now, Jasmine is bound for college. She told her grandma that she will also be an elementary schoolteacher like her. Knowing her ability, I know she will turn out to be a good one and her students will have been lucky to have her. 

end of summer
the cocoon rides the wind
her empty room

Published in World Haiku Review
Vol. II, Issue 1, March 2002


True to her promise to her grandma that she will be also a schoolteacher, Jasmine has been a successful one for sometime now teaching in a  public elementary school. To top her late grandma's achievements, she is currently finishing her Master's degree in Education. Grandma Lucy and I are indeed very proud of you Jas!

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.