Poetry by Mary Lou Caharian | April 12, 2009
Here’s to
weaving girl dreams and woman fantasies
dancing unrehearsed to one another’s beat
sharing heart stories, health teas and therapies
savouring fleeting joys in both cold and heat.
Here’s to
crying lonely then bursting into laughter
laughing uncontrolled till eyes brim with tears
looking exotic in floor-length silky wear
feeling as pretty in mix-match garbs at ukay sale.
Poetry by Agnes Miclat-Cacayan | April 12, 2009
We are women of the
underworld
eating death to reproduce life induce life feed life
we are women of the
First Womb
weaving our own body and spirit seeds
into beads of birthings known only to the First Mystery
the First Nursery
designing new eggs within new shells
mining the minerals of unconscious caverns
we are women of the dark
our wombs partially blinded by the white light
from atomic bombs of human delusion
we are women of Earth and Wind and Ocean
daily dressed like Moon with Sun’s divine patina
on special occasions our aural gowns are of the Stars
and maybe some distant undiscovered Planet’s
But sometimes we forget.
Poetry by Rosalie Zerrudo | April 12, 2009
in the intricate
magnificent web of circumstances
the blooming flower
stays in the center
as the great experiencer
to learn and relearn
the art of
purifying oneself.
my life
is a
sacred ritual.
Poetry by Agnes Miclat-Cacayan | April 5, 2009
(A rap-song still waiting for its music)
Narration:
Tila buong buhay ko na ay inialay ko
sa pagakyat ng bundok na ito…
Kapayapaan…ang kanyang pangalan….
Start of rap /song:
Unti-unti ang mga kasama ko ay
Napipikon na, nawawalan ng pag-asa
Unti-unti ang mga kasama ko ay
Napapaslang ng mga halimaw sa daan
Unti-unti ang mga kasama ko ay
Nadadapa, napipinsala
Ang iba sa kanilay humina na ang kalooban
Sa kaniya-kaniyang dunong ay nagpasiklaban
At sumilakbo sa pag-aalitan
Mga halimaw sa daan ay naghiyawan
Ahahahahaha
Continue reading Ang Tanong ng Babaylan ng Bundok Kapayapaan
Poetry by Brenndon Garino | March 29, 2009
Bliss
is when you talk to somebody
and you get it right
the moment the first words were uttered.
Bliss
is like walking on words
like petals as soft as the roses.
Bliss
is like looking at the mirror
and seeing a face
entirely different from yours
but speaking the same language
treading with the coolness
of a thawing spring,
that gushes,
strong
with a force of a hundred waves
pouring from the deep recesses of the ocean.
Poetry by Mark Darryl Caniban | March 22, 2009
Dalha ko sa imong payag
Ipakita sa ako ang mga buak mong kolon
Ang mga kutsara’g lapis nga nagpasad sa abuhan.
Ang bag mong dugta kagabii sa uwan,
Ug ang mga libro mong giilo ni Tatay.
Dalha ko sa imong payag
Ug ipakita ang mga supot nga wa’y sud
Ang mga abo ning sug-angan, una gakayo
Mulupad sa iyang kapuwa
Dayon malumos ngadto sa hangin.
Poetry by Erick Cezar Elipian | March 22, 2009
Kung lulukuban ka,
Ng libu-libong demonyo na dala ay pamuksa,
Huwag kang pasasakop, lumaban ka.
Kahit pa man hawak na nila ang ulo mo’t paa,
Huwag mo sanang ipasaklaw pati ang iyong kaluluwa.
At kung inaakala mong talo ka na,
Mag-isip kang mabuti bago magpasya.
Pagkat kapalit niyon ay ang iyong katapusan.
Baka pagsisihan mo ang iyong kahihinatnan.
Poetry by Rory Ian Bualan | March 15, 2009
Who says my purple umbrella’s cheap?
Well, it may be the Captain,
or that guy who’s got rigid legs,
or the lady who thinks otherwise
as everyone did.
It may be the Operator,
or that little kid who knows math,
or the old man who takes his wife
for an alley cat.