Easy Poem About Philippines Country Novels & Stories

“And what kind of life are you going to give her, huh? A life that is poorer than the mouse? One scratch, one peck?” One scratch, one peck is a kind of idiom taken from the chicken way of living into the life of every poor Filipino, which like the chicken, where they can scratch the soil to find a piece of food. That is common to Filipino where mostly the people’s salary for one day is enough only for the food on that certain day. Clayton clenched his fist beneath the table. What the General said was out of line. It lowers his ego. But it won’t let him down because he promised Barbara that he’d fight for her until h died.

“Don’t worry, Miya. I’ll try to cook for us every day.” As she scooped rice onto their plates, Miya eagerly joined her. “Yes, please. But you don’t have to do that every day… Gosh, I love it here. People are so friendly, always smiling! Why do they smile all the time?” Izzy chuckled. “It’s a Filipino thing. We smile at everything—even the dumb stuff.”

---------------------------- Philippines Day and night, there's kids running the streets, or adults drinking with their friends. Despite what Filipinos call as 'Barangay tanod' roaming the streets, it looks difficult for them to control the constituents of their Barangay. Kids are erratic, they have issues with authority, and most of them no longer respects their adults.

"There are only two seasons in the Philippines, right? The rainy and dry season?" I glanced out the window. The sun was already shining brightly. "You're getting weird Patricia. Of course, the Philippines lies within the equatorial belt. So it's either wet or dry." "That's why I won't wonder why there is a free 'watering'. Though, just take it slowly, okay? Your vajay-jay might suffer from delicious flood!" Patricia cut the line off without waiting for me to respond. My brows knitted as I listened to the sudden beeping sound. It takes a while before her words registered inside my brain.

Outside, it was sunny Saturday afternoon in sleepy Emerald Wood’s Village on one of the seven thousand six hundred forty tropical islands in the Philippines. For a couple of hours now, I have been fidgeting in my seat. Since earlier, I have been battling in my head on whether to speak what’s on my mind or just to keep it to myself for the fear that in any moment, an angry lion would just grab and twist my neck if I make a mistake.

How dare him! "Fierra, where do you wanna go?" From being stern, his voice became soft. I almost rolled my eyes when I heard it. Batanes is not for kids! These are all about beaches, hiking, and lighthouses! Did Mom think that Batanes is the Disney land of the Philippines? I heard Fierra's cheerful voice behind us. "I want to eat first! I want to drink milk and eat some biscuits...or, hmm...donuts?"

I drew closer to him as he tightened his grip on my waist. "Maybe everyone who becomes your friend in other country always become your girlfriend? Isn't that how people behave there. Are you like that too?" I asked curiously. "Huh? You're judgmental, Joy!" He said, he tightened the grip on my hand. When I heard the song balisong by rivermaya Dave turned me around, I laughed as we looked right after that turn and resumed dancing slowly again. “Your face, lights up the sky on the highway Someday, you'll share your world with me someday... "he sang in the first lyrics of the song.

It's like he just stares at me, like that. Buja later pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Fill it up. Just for information. What is your country?" "Philippines," I answered. "Oh! Filipino," said Buja. "I'm sorry but I have no Philippine passports available." "You can use any country," answered Thurstin.

He was wearing a guitar and softly plucking it while humming a song. It's called Harana, and it is one of the most iconic songs to ever come out of the Philippines. Adam was singing that song! Annalia is unable to comprehend what she is witnessing. Even though Adam sang it with a heavy accent, his voice was nonetheless a perfect fit for the song.

We are just the sipping coffee at the same time while staring at the view. The sun is about to set, so it's beautiful here. The wind is also cold. No one wants to talk. But there is no awkwardness between us. He suddenly clear his throat first. "So, uhm. Where are you from?" I turned to sir at his question. "I'm from the Philippines, sir," I said proudly, making him nod. "I heard that country is beautiful," "Indeed, sir," I said with a smile. There are so many things I want to ask sir, but of course I'm shy.