you left nothing
but bitterness
on
my
lips—
perfect bliss.
Espresso
Poetry by Krisini Nanini | April 26, 2009
Category: Poetry
Chasing Shadows
Poetry by Krisini Nanini | April 26, 2009
I will chase you
with my eyes
even if you run
into the darkest
night.
That’s the only way
I can
see
some
light.
Sa Likod
Poetry by Yul AV Olaya | April 19, 2009
Dalawang panahon ang magkasabay na nagaganap:
ang panahon ngayon
at panahon sa likod nito.
May gabi
sa likod ng gabing ito,
may oras sa likod
ng oras ngayon,
may mga nagaganap
sa likod ng mga pangyayari ngayon.
Sampaguita
Poetry by Marius Monsanto | April 19, 2009
He parked the Kia
at the bangketa—
children screamed “kuya,”
children screamed “kuya…”
Strings of white flowers
in the hands of small Maria,
her fingers tapped, “kuya,”
on the window of his Kia…
He opened the door
and let her sit inside
that air-conditioned Kia,
that dark-tinted Kia…
Catching Up
Poetry by Anna Rhieza Rallos, Mary Lou Caharian | April 12, 2009
Lazy Saturday afternoons
To catch up on rest.
Hectic Monday mornings
To catch up on work.
Heavy, sweaty scrubbings
To catch up on cleaning.
Lengthy, newsy letters
To catch up with friends.
Planned week-end outings
To catch up with family.
Long, passionate embraces
To catch up on love.
Why am I always catching up?
WomEn, Each a Woman
Poetry by Mary Lou Caharian | April 12, 2009
Women, each a woman,
Two, three, five women
Four.
Wise and foolish
Quiet…..loud
Irreverent…..prayerful
Baffling and simple.
Together they weave the Core
Tight, loose, gentle
Envisioning wholeness and wellness
As they gaze at moon and stars.
Restless and calm
Sturdy…..fragile
Detached…..involved
Detailed and summed.
Continue reading WomEn, Each a Woman
A Toast to Earth Goddesses
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.
We are Daughters of the Underworld
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.