By George P. Lumayag It was before that I wished we would meet again. Today is the realization of my dreams. These are the dreams of light that would spark at the golden stone. A gleam of light that unites

I am George Lumayag. I am residing at Angas, Casay, Dalaguete, Cebu, Philippines. I graduated with my primary education at Regino Mercado Elementary School, Cebu City. But right after my graduation, I

By George P. Lumayag Oh, art is the heart of her creative shot, she reveals her art. She paints black and white; her stroke is a pure sacrifice to live the arts of life. Her brush paints nude lines, and

A boy expresses his love to the girl.

By George P. Lumayag Users learn English grammar when ICT is used. Microsoft Word can check the misspelled words, It even reminds the users' choppy words, Google Doc can detect the wrong structure of words,

By George P. Lumayag Gardens of poetry are given life in school. Just like gardens of buds and matured flowers Waiting for the diligent bees To nipple its sweetness from the nectar And share its honey

This poem talks about the status of students at present.

By George P. Lumayag www.georgelumayag.weebly.com Rose blooms with fragrance, Its petals may twinkle and dream The May Hall of Fame! The winds slash young rose; But it jumps, rolls, stands upright And

By George P. Lumayag Cat waked up early brought hook and line at the sea, and oared to hook fish. It missed Geometry, then, science, prose and poetry, just to catch some fish. It oared back for miles,

By George P. Lumayag Cat waked up early brought hook and line at the sea, and oared to hook fish. It missed Geometry, then, science, prose and poetry, just to catch some fish. It oared back for miles,

By George P. Lumayag A woman was walking along the shoreline, And she’s saying, “My love for you is a journey.” Right there, at the nipa hut of a fisherman, The door was wide open like his open arm. The