Poetry and Short Stories

BIG WHITE HOUSE – A Short, Short Story (FICTION)

(Written 07/10/16, Cagayan de Oro)

I went to the movie house alone that night. I was hoping a funny movie would help me feel better. I was wrong. I felt even more depressed as I walked out of the cinema.

You. You are the reason why my life made a complete turnaround. I used to be the happy, optimistic, always smilinh little lady everyone wanted to be around with. Life was a rainbow of colors for me back then. Nothing could make me feel bad. Depression was not even in my dictionary. But then, you left. And my world has never been the same again.

I was five years old when I first met you. It was a Sunday when you picked me up from that big white house. I was one of the 20 kids in that house. I was one of the youngest. You brought me a yellow lace dress for me and I changed into it before we left in your red car. I was in cloud 9. It was love at first sight for me.

You took me home. To my new home. It was not as spacious as the big white house, but it was my happy place.I had my own bedroom. I had toys I never had before. I had neighbors I could play with. I had you.


I grew up happy and healthy. You made sure of that. You didn’t have all the riches in the world, but you gave me everything I needed. You gave me not only material possessions, but also understanding, hope, and love. You gave me a reason to live. I was content with what we had.

And then everything changed. You became very weak. You were always tired. You couldn’t spend a lot of time with me anymore. I took care of you in every way I can. But you said you were tired. You said you wanted to let go. You gave up and ended your fight for life.

I know you’re in a better place now. A happy place where you no longer feel any pain. So, even if I don’t understand why it had to happen, I let you go. I may not be happy, but you are. And that is what matters most to me. Because I love you.

Thank you, mom, for picking me up from that orphanage. For giving me life. For loving me.


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MARIA – An Attempt at Flash Fiction

(Written 05/16/16, Cagayan de Oro)

Maria closed the door and sat down on her bed. She didn’t know what to do. Raul promised to marry her. He gave her a ring. An infinity ring. But he’s been gone for over a year, and the last time he got in touch was six months ago. She didn’t know what happened to him. She dared not think about the possibilities.

Tony came at a time when she needed a friend. Three months ago, to be exact. She met him at the bookstore. Her favorite bookstore. The one she went to when she was feeling a little bit down. They bought the same book, a new Robert Galbraith novel. She didn’t know anyone who read Galbraith, so she was glad to see him in line paying for the book. She was the one who started the conversation. They went out of the bookstore together and ended up exchanging stories at a nearby coffee shop. That first meeting was followed by another, until they started seeing each other every week.

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She told Tony about Raul. She told him everything, including the reason why he had to go to Singapore. Tony said he understood and respected her decision. That made her happy.

Tony was so easy to talk to. He was always in a good mood. Always happy, always laughing. He always had a good story to tell her. Tony wasn’t as good looking as Raul. But, he sometimes turned heads. There were instances when they were in a coffee shop and some women would smile at him. He’s what you would call pleasant looking. Raul was different; he was remarkably handsome. The kind of handsome that had girls and women swooning.

She liked Tony. She felt really comfortable with him. she always looked forward to their weekly get-togethers. But then, yesterday, Tony admitted that he was falling for her. She was caught off guard. She wasn’t expecting that. Well, she knew that a friendship like theirs was unusual, but she was fine with it. What wasn’t okay with her was Tony falling in love with her. She had Raul. She was waiting for Raul. She was holding on to Raul’s promise. They were going to get married when he came back.

Maria felt her world spin. Just this morning, a friend called her. Joan just got back from Singapore, where she attended a conference. She saw Raul. Joan saw Raul! She actually saw him and talked to him! But, Raul hadn’t said anything about coming home. He was courteous and pleasant, but he didn’t talk much – because he was with Agnes. He was with his wife.

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He was going to leave his wife. That’s why he went back to Singapore, where his family was based. He was only here for a vacation when we met at a party. We started going out two days later and he kept extending his stay here so he could spend more time with me. We had been seeing each other for four months when he left for Singapore. He spent his last night in my apartment. Here, in my bedroom. And he gave me a promise ring. He promised to come back. He promised to leave his wife and live the rest of his life with me.

But he hasn’t come home to me yet. I haven’t heard from him for months. Joan said he might not come back anymore; that maybe he has decided to stay with his wife. Just thinking about it drives me crazy. But, I’m still hoping. I’m still holding on to his promise. I’m still waiting for hom to say he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with me.

What about Tony? I like Tony. I like spending time with him. I am happy when I am with him. I don’t want to lose him. I want him in my life. I just don’t know if I can love him.



(Written back in the late 1990s, in Antipolo)    

I cannot remember if I

ever held your hand before

Or if I ever felt different

whenever you were near.

I cannot remember if I

ever looked straight into your eyes;

or if I ever felt your heart

beating so close to mine.

I cannot remember how you

called out my name;

or how you said hello.

I cannot remember how you

danced with me;

or how you held me close

whenever I was afraid.

But, I know now that if

I ever held your hand

or if you ever called my name

and sat next to me;

If ever you held me close

And I looked straight into your eyes,

I’m sure I’ll hear your heart

and the rain inside me will stop.


 (Written in 2003, for my husband)

Never Never Land.

All alone amidst

an entangled web.



A play of magic

amazes me;

and a young clown

tickles me…

makes me laugh.

My heart swells,

My mind questions-

Still, I find myself

lost in Never Never Land.

And then the clown

takes my hand;

he smiles at me –

Maybe I’ll never be alone


even in Never Never Land.

P  O  E  T  R  Y

“Poetry touches me down to the core,

It lifts me high up into the sky,

and pulls me up when

I’m too low on the ground.

Poetry makes me smile on rainy days,

It keeps me firm when I’m about to slump,

And I rise from down the dumps.

Poetry is my heart and soul,

˜the music beating inside of me.

Poetry is and will always be

the very song of me. ”

-Maia Fortich-Poblete ®



Something I wrote years and years ago…back in the 90s, when we were still living in New Manila, QC. I think my Dad was inside the bank when I wrote this; and I was inside the pick-up (his company service from SMB). It was raining. And that’s what gave me the idea for this poem.

This photo is of a copy of Wipers that I posted in the bulletin board of  the company where I worked as Assistant Content Editor for almost 3 years. The illustration was done by one of our writers, Gillian Abonitalla. I took this picture to show Gillian how much I love what she did – and to let her know that I intend to keep the drawing with me for years.


You tirelessly wipe away

raindrops when the rains     ˜


so much like my hands

unconsciously drying

                   the tears               ˜

falling from my eyes.     ˜

I wish that I could

reach out and touch you –

Maybe you can help me        ˜

wipe away the

rain inside me…®

4 thoughts on “Poetry and Short Stories

  1. thank you for letting me make an illustration for your beautiful poem mai. is there a like button for this post? i’d give this post a gazillion likes 🙂

  2. didn’t know u wrote, too, kasinlo. my loss, that. i’ve recently just started pickin’ up the proverbial pen myself, from a few years’ hiatus, but i got side-tracked writing lyrics for my daughter’s compositions, and i’ve merely been glossin’ over my own wp blog. but it’s good to find your writings. my regards to w. 🙂

  3. Hi, couz-in-law! Yup, I write! Actually, I write for a living. Hehe. But, of course, this blog’s all for fun – and for all the rush that I get when I write something! I like sharing stories to people, too…Anyway, I hope you’ll get back to writing soon. Well, writing lyrics is just as awesome as writing poems and short stories! Go, go, go! Let the words rush in!

    Thanks for visiting my blog. I will visit yours as soon as I’m done posting this! Hehe. All the best to everyone there – from Wabin and I. 🙂

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