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May 1, 2008

INSIGHT

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INSIGHT

Undying Poems: Dr. Romulo A. Ramirez

 

Often when it seemed I found

Goodness here, there, all around,

I saw on closer scrutiny,

The goodness came from inside me.

 

Why did the whole world seem to smile?

Because I laugh with it awhile.

Why does the earth so bright with the sun?

Because my light heart gave it one.

 

What made the future seem so bright?

The past seem dear and the future right?

What was it set the day apart?

The peace of God with in my heart.

 

Since then when life looks dark and grim,

My assets small, my prospects dim,

I push dark thoughts back on the shelf,

And seek for heaven in myself.

April 25, 2008

MAKE IT UP

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MAKE IT UP

Undying Poems: Dr. Romulo A. Ramirez

 

Life is too short for grievances;

For quarrels and for tears,

What’s the use of wasting

Precious days and precious tears.

 

If there’s something to forgive

Forgive without delay

Maybe you too were part to blame

So make it up today.

 

Be generous, forget the past

And take the broader view

Cast away all bitterness and

Let the sunshine through.

 

If it’s within your power

A broken heart to mend

Remember, love is all that

Really matters in the end.

April 22, 2008

SMILES

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SMILES

Undying Poems: Dr. Romulo A. Ramirez

 

 Smiling is infectious

You catch it like the flu.

When someone smiled at me today

I started smiling too.

 

I passed around the corner

And someone saw my grin

When he smiled I realized

I’d passed it on to him.

 

I thought about that smile

Then realized it’s worth

A single smile, just like mine

Could travel round the earth.

 

So, if you feel a smile begin

Don’t leave it undetected

Let’s start an epidemic quick

And get the world infected.

April 19, 2008

Mother to Son

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Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

April 10, 2008

Rice pests destroy S. Cotabato farms

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Rice pests destroy S. Cotabato farms

Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 22:08:00 04/10/2008

KORONADAL CITY – A state of calamity was declared in South Cotabato after rice pests and floods destroyed hundreds of farms.

Vice Gov. Elordo Ojena, who also presides over the provincial board, said Thursday that the board passed a resolution on Wednesday placing the province under a state of calamity.

The resolution was passed on the request of Gov. Daisy Avance-Fuentes, he said.

Earlier, the towns of Polomolok, Tupi, Surallah, and Sto. Niño were placed under a state of calamity after farms there were destroyed by flash floods and attacks of the rice pest black bug.

The pest, also known as the Malaysian black bug, attacks rice stems and yam. It infests the bases of rice stems and drains them of sap causing the plants to weaken. The stalks eventually die.

The bugs have a maximum height of 8-9 mm and a life span of 200 days. They are capable of producing 680 eggs during their life span.

Ojena said aside from black bugs and flash floods, a whirlwind recently hit the town of Tupi, destroying houses and hundreds of hectares of papaya plantations.

Ojena said officials would use the province’s P21 million in calamity funds to help in relief efforts.

“Millions [of pesos] worth of farm crops and infrastructures were destroyed. Other farmers in the province could only harvest about 10 to 15 sacks of palay per hectare,” Ojena said.

History of destruction

In 2002, most of Mindanao rice farms were heavily infested by black bugs, which, according to authorities, originated from Malaysia and were observed in the Philippines as early as the 1970s.

Black bug infestation occurred in Davao Oriental, Davao del Sur, Bukidnon, Agusan, Maguindanao, North Cotabato, Compostela Valley, and Surigao provinces, according to Noimi Lamata of the crop division of the Department of Agriculture in Southern Mindanao.
Lamata said the extent of the damage brought down production in rice areas at that time.

But Lamata said one of the most effective measures that farmers employed to fight black bugs was the use of mercury bulbs. Light, she said, attracted and trapped the pests.

The technique can still be used in case of infestation. Once trapped, the pests are burned.

Agriculture technicians said another way to control the pest is through the use of the microbial control agent metharizium.

Natural enemies

Metharizium is a kind of fungus that kills black bugs.

There are also a host of other biological agents that can be used to control black bugs, including ground beetles, spiders, and red ants.

The International Rice Research Institute (IRRI) also said ducks and toads are considered effective natural enemies of the black bug as they eat the pest’s nymphs and adults.

“Black bugs grow in rain-fed and irrigated wetland environments, continuously cropped irrigated areas, densely and poorly drained fields,” the IRRI said.

Another contributing factor, the IRRI said, is the excessive use of nitrogen and the presence of alternative hosts or plants.

“Black bug flight patterns are also affected by the lunar cycle and on full moon nights, large numbers of adults swarm to light sources,” IRRI said.

“Staggered planting of the rice crop and excessive nitrogen favors the buildup of the pest.”

In controlling the pest, IRRI said, it is important that the rice field is rid of weeds and dry during the plowing phase.

REST

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REST

Undying Poems: Dr. Romulo A. Ramirez

 

Are you very weary? Rest a little bit.

In some quiet corner, fold you hands and sit.

Do not let the trials that have grieved you all day.

Haunt this quiet corner, drive them all away.

 

Let your heart empty of every thought unkind.

That peace may hover round you, and joy may fill your mind.

Count up all your blessings, I’m sure they are not few.

That the dear Lord daily just bestows on you.

 

Soon you’ll feel so rested, glad you stopped a bit.

In this quiet corner, to fold your hands and sit.

April 6, 2008

Let America Be America Again

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Let America Be America Again
by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed–
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek–
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean–
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today–O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home–
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again–
The land that never has been yet–
And yet must be–the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine–the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME–
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath–
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make America again!

April 3, 2008

The Lockless Door

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The Lockless Door
by Robert Frost
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I though of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.

Back over the sill
I bade a ‘Come in’
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

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