Month: September 2012

buot

Poetry by | September 2, 2012

bisan pa nag-atubangay tang duha
buot kong moatubang pa gyod nimo
buot tutokan pag-ayo imong pahiyom
buot gakson ang matag takna
ug kon mahimo pa lang
tukohan ang gaway sa orasan

apan wala na koy mahimo kon
buot nimong molingiw
ug sa imong paglakang palayo
buot ko na lamang pamuniton

imong nagkahanaw nga mga tunob

—
Kining balak ni Jessrel E. Gilbuena nga taga-Cebu maoy nakadaog sa unang ganti sa balak sa 2012 JY Balacuit Memorial Literary Awards, ika-19 nga Iligan National Writers Workshop, Mayo 14-18, 2012.

Mantsa

Poetry by | September 2, 2012

Gihugawan nimo ang akong puti na sanina,
gamit ang itom ug hugaw mong kamot.
Gigisi sa kapintas ang puti na sanina,
ang mga kambras nabilin gihapon.

Pilit nakong ginatanggal ang mga mantsa,
gitahi pod ang mga gisi.
Pero nabilin gihapon ang mga lakra,
morag uwat gikan sa naayo nga samad.

Mga mantsa ug hugaw na di matangtang,
maskin ikapila kuskuson ug sabonan.
Di na puti ang akong sanina,
mora nag trapo tungod nimo.

—
Si Niel Patrick Aguilando uska 4th year AB Literature nga estudyante sa University of the Southeastern Philippines.

Colorblind

Poetry by | September 2, 2012

The pain of past loves lost caused my eyes to close
Till you came into my life and made me see again
The different shades of green on grass and leaves
Peaceful blues filling the endless sky
Pure innocent whites on the clouds passing by
Different colors of people young and old
The full color spectrum my eyes could behold
But now that you’re gone the colors have turned grey
And I am closing my eyes again.

—
Jose Antonio Andres finished his AB in English from the Ateneo de Davao University in 2010.

A Coin’s Story

Fiction by | September 2, 2012

Once upon a time, in a coin factory was a one-peso coin. Along with the other coins, the one-peso coin was brought by an armored van from the factory to a very famous bank. The coins were carefully kept inside a nylon bag in a safe. The one-peso coin wondered aloud what the world outside the bag would be. The five-peso coin who heard the one-peso coin replied: “The world outside is full of wonderful things. And I, the five-peso coin, will be treasured by whoever owns me because of my value.”

The ten-peso coin chimed in: “That goes for me, too. I, the ten-peso coin, will go to many exciting places because of my value.”

The one-peso coin, not knowing its own value, asked the higher value coins how much value a one-peso coin has. Both the ten-peso coin and the five-peso coin laughed at the little coin’s question.

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