Category: Poetry

Dalawa

Poetry by | June 1, 2008

Dalawang kaluluwang naglalayag sa batong karagatan
Dahan-dahang sinusuyod ang bagyo sa ilalim ng kahel na ilaw
De makinang mga nilalang, isa-isang iniilagan
Binabatong mga titig, paunti-unting iniiwasan
Pawis na tumatagaktak, kamay na handang pumunas
Mga butil ng maalat na likidong nahawi ng maitim na hangin
Mahapdi sa mata, malamig sa balat
Hinto!
Berdeng bwa’y nagpakita at nagmamadaling tumakbo ang mga de makinang tao
Naghahabulan na parang mga batang yagit
Nag-aagawan sa kakaunting espasyo ng dagat na bato
Lakad!
Pulang buwa’y lumabas at hinay-hinay na nagpaanod ang mga kaluluwa
Nilalasap ang bawat yapak, ninanamnam ang panandaliang kapayapaan
Tumitingin sa kalangiting butas—maitim at walang laman.
Katulad ng mga sikmura ng dalawang dakilang kaluluwa—nangangasim dahil wala pang nakain.

Alone

Poetry by | April 13, 2008

A happy childhood, I had one
Once…
But now, finding myself alone,
is like reality slapping me on the face,
painfully… mercilessly…   agonizingly slow… deadly…
Yet I’m alive,
Yes, I’m alive
not because I’m fortunate,
not because I’m given another chance
But because…
it would be unfair for the world
to see me get away with it
while others cannot
I have to feel the pain
I have to bear the hurt
I have to cry
I have to die…
Then live again,
For what? For whom?
I’m alone….

Fragile

Poetry by | April 13, 2008

shattered once
  died twice
the world is founded
  on naught but lies…
broken vows
  broken dreams
a life not fair
  and full of schemes…
 
walking without knowing
giving without taking
trusting and believing,
loving…. then … dying…

Prosti & Snoman

Poetry by | March 30, 2008

In Boracay it’s Christmas
all year round, or at least
it’s always in anticipation
of some windfall from a white
fat guy, bearer of gifts: dresses,
perfume, jewelry, dinner, cash –
hopefully tagged with a clause
to marry in the future. For now
she needs to be naughty and nice,
play with him in the water,
be like the sea and lap him up;
he’ll have to buy her a halo-halo
to cool the hot elf down –
tearing open the presents for later.
For now he wants to stroll up
and down this wintry wonderland
(or at least she wonders if his snow
is any finer than her white sand);
she clings to the elbow of this man-tree,
the top of which she’d like to crown
with a star – later when he goes down.
For now she strains her legs to keep up
with him, walking on tiptoe to keep
her stilettos from sinking in the sand.

Naked Beauty

Poetry by | March 30, 2008

For Samal Island

The beach was a naked beauty
until brusque men from afar
heard of her and came:
one, two, all came,
deflowered her pristine waters –
she a frail captive of
the artichoke of their wanderlust.
A haven turned into a harem,
they forced her,
a virgin handmaid, to dance
the song of the wind.

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