Again another poem about a dear friend. Although it's not the usual cheeziness - except for the last few lines. He he he
Thursday, 18th March 2010
Savannah
Posible ba na ang tao'y mabulag ng ligaya?
Hindi dahil sa pagsara ng mata dulot ng pagtawa,
Bagkus umaapaw sa mata ang liwanag ng galak.
Parang kislap at kinang ng ginto't pilak.
At sa pagnanasa mong kamkamin ang ilaw,
hindi mo na mapansin ang samu't-saring kulay ng mundo sayong
pagkasilaw
Maaari bang mabingi ng halakhak?
Katulad ng ulang patuloy na pumapatak,
Nilulunod ang lahat ng yanig sa hangin.
Kaya't walang nalalabing maaaring dinggin,
Kundi ang malinaw at malutong na hahaha,
Hindi mo na madinig ang pabago-bagong awitin ng mundong
maka-orkestra
Maaari bang mapipi sa tuwa?
Na kahit hindi putulin ang iyong dila,
Kakatayin, tatapyasan naman ang iyong bokubaloryo.
Sa ganoong sitwasyon, masasabi mo bang sayo ang mga salitang
bibigkasin mo?
At sa mga pangungusap mo, makikilala ba ang 'yong pagkataong tunay?
Hindi ka na matatagpuan ng mga kakilala mo, tulad ng mga salitang
nanakaw habambuhay.
Hindi manhid ang taong ganap na masaya.
Masdan mo ang pagsabog ng kulay ng mundo.
Pakinggan mo ang iba't-ibang awitin nya.
Hanapin mo ang mga salitang talagang sa iyo.
Ako ba'y nadaranas ng iyong mga pandama?
Sapagka't ikaw ay palaging nadaranasan ko.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Luna
This poem is a re-write of an old poem that I lost. I barely remember the original except for the recurring stanza. Somehow I do feel that this new poem has kept the essence of the old one. In fact I have a hunch it's even better than its predecessor - of course I would know for sure.
Sunday, 21st February 2010
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Why must he be the one,
to be your life's center,
when he has his sun?
Do you hope to enter -
between them intervene?
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
The little light you show -
albeit alluring -
is naught but a coy glow
that pales in the shining
splendor of bright starlight.
Though you capture his glance
every evening passing;
see - his look is askance.
His countenance facing
the breaking dawn of day.
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
The sun you imitate,
catching what rays you can;
but his love you won't abate.
What he'll see even then
is a mere reflection
of radiant rays that spring
forth from a shining sun.
Only hurt shall it bring.
His stare shoots - like a gun -
a nipping nostalgia.
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Find your self in his eyes,
do you - in his longing?
Looking at his love, cries -
all that he is hiding -
you hear: ringing, howling.
He's your center, your world;
the sun his focal point.
Your orbits spiraled, swirled,
bringing both bodies joint
in a very black hole.
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Fate paves a painful path
for Hyperion's offspring.
The Universe's wrath:
upon her who did bring
for all eternity?
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Sunday, 21st February 2010
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Why must he be the one,
to be your life's center,
when he has his sun?
Do you hope to enter -
between them intervene?
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
The little light you show -
albeit alluring -
is naught but a coy glow
that pales in the shining
splendor of bright starlight.
Though you capture his glance
every evening passing;
see - his look is askance.
His countenance facing
the breaking dawn of day.
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
The sun you imitate,
catching what rays you can;
but his love you won't abate.
What he'll see even then
is a mere reflection
of radiant rays that spring
forth from a shining sun.
Only hurt shall it bring.
His stare shoots - like a gun -
a nipping nostalgia.
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Find your self in his eyes,
do you - in his longing?
Looking at his love, cries -
all that he is hiding -
you hear: ringing, howling.
He's your center, your world;
the sun his focal point.
Your orbits spiraled, swirled,
bringing both bodies joint
in a very black hole.
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Fate paves a painful path
for Hyperion's offspring.
The Universe's wrath:
upon her who did bring
for all eternity?
Luna, Luna,
cratered and gray,
why do you stay?
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Fire & Earth
Double haiku combo. Since I wrote these on the same day, might as well post them on the same day as well...
Tuesday, 16th February 2010
Fire
Flickering flames rise
in one brightly burning burst.
Leaving ash - falling.
Earth
Mountain: towering.
Stillness - belies rumbling rocks.
The mountain trembles.
Tuesday, 16th February 2010
Fire
Flickering flames rise
in one brightly burning burst.
Leaving ash - falling.
Earth
Mountain: towering.
Stillness - belies rumbling rocks.
The mountain trembles.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Untitled
A poem I wrote on the spot while I was writing a letter to a friend who lives in Chicago, 8000 miles away...
Friday, 29th January 2010
She blows the candles
The smoke swirls toward the sky
Whispering her wish
Friday, 29th January 2010
She blows the candles
The smoke swirls toward the sky
Whispering her wish
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Untitled
Thursday, 8th October 2009
Puddles aren't oceans
and an ocean is just a puddle.
The silent atmosphere
carries clearer sounds.
Like the song said of the circle game,
you can only look but never go back.
One must have his eyes on the road.
Trouble is what you'll get when they wander.
Or maybe it's a form of myopia
(seeing only your self or him or her)?
Like a synaptic switch switched off:
a gap no jolt from the brain can jump.
How does one stop being stupid?
Puddles aren't oceans
and an ocean is just a puddle.
The silent atmosphere
carries clearer sounds.
Like the song said of the circle game,
you can only look but never go back.
One must have his eyes on the road.
Trouble is what you'll get when they wander.
Or maybe it's a form of myopia
(seeing only your self or him or her)?
Like a synaptic switch switched off:
a gap no jolt from the brain can jump.
How does one stop being stupid?
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Untitled
Wednesday, 19th August 2009
run...
faster...
push yourself...
run as fast as you can...
feel the wind in your face...
feel the rush of your blood...
and in a sudden burst of light -
consume your being.
run...
faster...
push yourself...
run as fast as you can...
feel the wind in your face...
feel the rush of your blood...
and in a sudden burst of light -
consume your being.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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