tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11555700594182250502024-02-20T17:25:20.984-08:00Filipino Poems, Poetry, Poets.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-37755717516967254412013-01-08T21:06:00.000-08:002013-01-08T21:04:10.714-08:00poetry blog, this is an invitation from Gerson<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> Hi poetry blog, <br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I'm now part of Bro. Bo Sanchez' Membership Club and it's wonderful.<br /><br />It has blessed me so much.<br /><br /> <strong><a href="http://www.bosanchezmembers.com/invite/visitor.php?visitorcode=4ffbe9de082b026a137a1b3b49cdf103&reff=bosanchezmembers.com/amember/go.php?r=32324">Click here to visit Bro. 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Certainly way better than making my money sleep in a savings bank account.<br /><br /> <br /><br /> Sharing this good opportunity with you. :D<br /><br /> </strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"> Best regards, <br />Gerson <br /><br /> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <br /></span><span style="font-size: 11px;"><a href="http://www.bosanchezmembers.com/invite/unsubscribe.php?emailcode=5bb5d96e583443efd78e4886404da758">Click here if you do not wish to receive any further invitations from our system.</a> </span></div><br><br> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-36853689110639812982010-03-18T05:36:00.000-07:002010-03-18T05:38:32.221-07:00Old Pair of JeansThey were once as blue as<br />The sky, its deep hue as<br />Lazy oceans. Well-pressed,<br />Smells like factory, right<br />Fit to draw the curves, straights<br />And bulge of lanky bargain hunter.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Flexed by days and years, like<br />Mom’s mission to stretch Dad’s<br />Undersized pay. <br />Loosened buttons, wretched ends<br />And paled skin, these pair of<br />Jeans found its perfect home: <br />In the vein of underpaid contractual<br />Bagger on a cashier’s end.<br /><br />While the passenger grows,<br />Horizontally, what can my now<br />Old pair of jeans but accept<br />The fact that he needs to<br />Understand me; be with me,<br />Grow with me, be patient<br />With me. Grow old<br />With me.<br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-56356213084466777932010-03-14T03:37:00.000-07:002010-03-14T03:38:50.678-07:00Listen to MeI opened up,<br /><br />Listen to me…<br /><br />Closed.<br /><br />Done.<br /><br />Silence.<br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Type rest of the post here<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-81750119894969496352010-03-08T08:30:00.000-08:002010-03-08T08:31:25.605-08:00Sumpang IsinusumpaDinuyan ng pangako ng isang<br />Lupa ng pulo’t at sagana, habang<br />Nakatayo sa entabladong puno<br />Ng lura’y ng banderitas at<br />Mga nagkakantahang bayaran.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Hingi’y pagtitiwala sa mga<br />Kasinungalingan tulad ng isang<br />Salawahang baboy-ramo na<br />Tinatanggap pa rin ng kanyang<br />May-bahay.<br /><br />Pagtapos mong ibigay ang matamis<br />mong oo at tumanggap ng<br />pampalubag-loob, patay kang<br />bata ka, mga hinayupak limot<br />na ang sumpaaang sinumpa.<br /><br />Sa gitna ng parang ng kasinungalingan,<br />Ika’y tatayo na mamalimos ng<br />Konting pag-asa sa langit, habang<br />Ang lupa ay tigang at sa bitak<br />Nilibing ang butil ng bukas.<br /><br />Ano pa ang kayang gawin sa<br />Paglapastangan sa bayan, ng<br />Mga buwayang hayok sa kapangyarihan ?<br />Ipikit ang mata at kamutin ang sugat ?<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-51883145108699714542010-03-05T08:22:00.000-08:002010-03-05T08:23:11.400-08:00Pusang Gala Ka Gloria!Gloria, gloria, awit sa pagsamba<br />Gloria, Gloria, pighati ng maralita.<br /><br />Sa bansa na ang sinungaling ay<br />Nagiging presidente; ang magnanakaw<br />Ay naghahapunan sa hapag ng banyaga;<br />Ang mandaraya ay nagkakaroon ng<br />Siyam na buhay tulad ng pusang gala; at<br />Ang mga mamamatay-tao’y mas malaya<br />Pa sa mga tapat sa batas<br />Pusang gala nga naman!<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Anong gloria pa ang maasahan?<br /><br />Mabuti pa ang pusang gala, marunong<br />Dumila at luminis ng dumi sa katawan,<br />Gloriang may siyam na buhay ay di<br />Man lang nakita ang putik ng kanyang<br />Pandaraya at pagnanakaw sa mga aba.<br /><br />Mabuti pa ang pusang gala, inaamo ang<br />Siyang nagbibigay ng pagkain sa kanya,<br />Gloriang siyam na taon na sa Malakanyang<br />Inamo ang mga heneral binusog ang<br />Mga bundat nilang tiyan.<br /><br />Sana naman, ay hanggang siyam na<br />Lang talaga ang buhay ng Gloriang ito,<br />Kundi ay mabuti pang gawin na lang<br />Siopao na asado ng magka-gloria<br />Na ang bansang nakuba ng panahon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-30991779131677519702010-02-26T09:17:00.000-08:002010-02-26T09:18:12.448-08:00The Pianist is a MurdererThe pianist is a murderer, each<br />Key caressed on its black<br />And white skins, existing on<br />A most uncertain life as<br />The maestro kills him at<br />Each loving stroke.<br /><span id="fullpost"><br />Different black shapes of<br />Circled head, emanate<br />From the keys and fingers,<br />Floating in the air to<br />Dance with one another.<br />Like the vapors from steaming<br />Lakes, they fly and soon whisper<br />Their last.<br /><br />The pianist is a murderer.<br />Kills each black balloon as<br />Soon as they whispered or<br />Shouted their presence; but<br />Each individual creative<br />death and undercurrent of<br />creative violence, gives birth<br />To a musical piece.<br /><br />The pianist murderers,<br />To become a master creator.<br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-77308293517178005602010-02-02T04:44:00.000-08:002010-02-02T04:46:15.897-08:00Farewell Black Shoes and French KissesYou have walked with me, on <br />Damp avenues, rusted pavements<br />And daily sunshine, as you <br />Whole-heartedly housed my tired<br />Journeying on your limited <br />Darkened twin rooms. <br /><br /><span id="fullpost"><br />But I have seen lately that shining <br />Blackness of your skin and <br />Forehead, faded as those Levi’s <br />jeans I wear three times a week.<br />Your tongue tied on the silent<br />Opening of your wide mouth has<br />Grown quite tired from our <br />Constant French kisses in the morning. <br />Your embrace on my dependence is now<br />cold, arms loosened like the button <br />of my favourite old green polo <br />shirt, exploring that little <br />universe of its sole existence.<br /><br />I still love you for Christ’s sake! Though<br />I can see that you are already growing <br />tired of the weight of my love. But<br />I have to let you go: let go even<br />Of our French kisses; goodbye to<br />Strolling on romantics boulevards<br />During boring afternoons. Because <br />You are now gone, stolen by the<br />Darkness from my embrace; while<br />I was fast asleep in confidence that <br />I Will have you forever.<br /><br />Farewell to you black shoes,<br />I must move on now.<br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-91969286845033500702009-12-18T09:06:00.000-08:002009-12-18T09:29:26.280-08:00Our Cold NightsA cold wind blows from<br />empty lakes, as green and<br />red lanterns flicker, slow to dance<br />an the awaited Eve; yes, it is cold.<br />Cold - on meadows and valleys<br />pregnant memories, as<br /><br />tall, darkly draped on the<br />of silent (and if we could still call them as such).<br />The raging waters of our collective<br />excuses for expediency and mentality,<br />the darkness wailing on far-away blooded hills,<br />were forcibly weaved within the rhymes our<br />children's songs.<br /><br />The wind is cold,<br />particular month, but who<br />knows if we will soon<br />hang silent bamboo lanterns<br />igloos inside our vaults;<br />as our shadows are standing<br />tall and long in front of the thick road.<br />The cold wind whispers:<br /><br /><br />this Eve only shines to all<br />clasp hand towards the bent night,<br />while the green, red<br />lanterns still flicker on<br />our cold night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-11826059901540724332009-09-23T19:33:00.000-07:002009-09-23T19:43:42.000-07:00Distant Lovethe shade of your shy smile<br />tows down his darkness of the night<br />in a box of tears<br />he has chained the<br />pinning of his infantile dependence<br /><br />you smiled lovely as<br />a leaf is brushed by<br />the whispering wind;<br />all he can do is<br />hush his love on<br />the clouds of your sterling<br />smile<br /><br />un-splendid awning like<br />a little robin's bleeding <br />heart<br />both of you can only share<br />smiles and then bid<br />goodbyesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-37906663822698301062009-09-06T03:54:00.000-07:002009-09-06T03:56:52.358-07:00I Got Wet Under the Rainthe rain walks quick from the horizon<br />miles away over the sleeping hills,<br />unexpecting its sudden mourning and<br />crying over my blue face, until i am<br />all wet, all drowned, all crying.<br /> <br />i tried to wipe all tears with my<br />white soaked shirt, and it only<br />added to the hurt - made my<br />face and eyes all red and wet.<br /> <br />over the horizon i saw the<br />shimmers of the peering bading sun,<br />and the mourning of the heavy<br />sky stopped all sudden;<br />but my face, my eyes, my shirt<br />and my all of me were still<br />soaked in the cold of rain's<br />afternoon mourning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-72435973114428042192009-09-01T20:03:00.000-07:002009-09-01T20:03:48.757-07:00The Silence of TruthThe dust has not yet settled <br />
Off, from the rubles of <br />
Darkness that has fallen from<br />
The eternal sky. <br />
<br />
Silence. Hush of truth is<br />
Grappled by the noise of<br />
The shallow conscience of apparent<br />
Arrogance. <br />
<br />
Hush. Silence of truth extolled<br />
The greatness proven by no words– embraced <br />
By many, but belied by a few who <br />
Played in the scheming of the just.<br />
<br />
The dust has finally settled and<br />
rubles has befallen only on<br />
Those who dared to build the ivory<br />
Tower with playing cards and barefaced lies.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-33625992851146690452009-03-17T23:37:00.000-07:002009-03-17T23:43:13.998-07:00EclipseWe kiss under the roof of nimbus clouds,<br />Trying to tame a fire so long due.<br />Tempering the burning of wood,<br />Invoking rain and snow flakes<br />To cover the ember-red skin,<br />And rush a spring on two<br /> Eclipsing lips.<br /><br />Though rain starts to pour<br />On the passionate phenomenon, <br />No amount of snow, <br />coolness of rain, can stop<br />Ember so burning tattooed <br />On lovers’ skin to sleep.<br /><br />Eclipse of total panoramic two moons,<br />One night of eclipsing passion.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-88340107420480700002008-04-03T20:40:00.000-07:002008-06-26T19:43:06.337-07:00Rain ShowerI walk under the rain<br />bare,<br />naked.<br /><br /><br />Imagine<br /><br />each rain drop<br />is a sword.<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=76485de7-ab4f-4a36-8279-3ac2eb250133"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-78044323746554510212008-04-02T18:28:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:31:14.058-07:00Untitled 18Frogs shade on<br />Wide swords of pond;<br />Waiting for the rainfall.<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-29249607890341272232008-04-01T01:56:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:31:39.011-07:00TotemIvory totem of biblical promise glistening,<br />mortal scepter of Adam from<br />this paradise’s sadness.<br /><br />Totem of ivory white; white<br />breasts with perfect nipples red,<br />they displayed her inside Plato’s<br /> ancient cavern.<br /> <br />Bathe her a half-naked slave on the<br />river of “his” story, circling<br />circle of immaculate tyranny!<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-90736886458164520072008-03-29T01:55:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:32:04.194-07:00Yellow FlowerSlow, majestic moving<br />so vivid, I woke up earth seeing,<br />a woman’s honey-sweet<br /> yellow flowering.<br /><br />Her fresh flower of yellow,<br />moistened with dew and rain,<br />after a whole night’s kisses with<br /> her lover-moon.<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-82519251474686071162008-03-26T01:53:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:32:32.961-07:00Merriment of Sam<div align="center">merrily, merrily,<br />Sam<br />went up the<br />lofty tree,<br /><br />to his<br />merriment,<br />on earth,<br />he<br /> left his<br />purpled feet!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-85113462619152024652008-03-25T18:24:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:33:02.123-07:00Pinked EyesCottoned pink,<br />her dress embroidered,<br />tightly, Oh so tightly<br />over her milked sultry flesh.<br /><br />Obviously she loved pink!<br /> Oh yes, pinkish she does…<br /><br />For my eyes, angelic eyes<br />pinkly turned to be,<br />though undressed, already<br /> she was!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-85744571527602649802008-03-24T01:51:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:33:38.326-07:00The FarmerI’m a lowly peasant bathe in sun,<br />combing the sweet earth of my father Adam.<br /><br />Come and see, and feel, and taste this land,<br />from the sweat of my brows I become<br /><br /> man-divine!<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-55334762979001008992008-03-20T01:55:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:34:27.290-07:00Apples and OrangesI showed you red<br /> and also, did you.<br /><br />Apples red sweet<br /> I offered you,<br /><br /> and also you did<br /> offered red apples to me.<br /><br />You whispered: These are not<br /> tastier if only seen.<br /><br />So you ate the apples<br /> of juicy red I gave thee,<br /><br />and so, did I. Ate the<br /> juicy red flesh from you.<br /><br />Then it’s you I told sweetly:<br /> Indeed, apples were the sweet<br /> juicy red you gave me.<br /><br />But to me you screamed: No, they’re oranges!<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-50180065924408108682008-03-12T01:49:00.000-07:002008-06-20T02:35:38.264-07:00Bells and Coconuts(For Jose Garcia Villa)<br /><br /><br />He loves ripe coconuts<br />Unfortunately, I do not<br /><br />It’s bells of gold I hold<br />And play and adore.<br /><br />Yet, love pure, true, divine<br />Make coconuts and bells only one.<br /><br />Ah, we both love<br />Ripe bells and golden coconuts!<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-85445647231124630642008-03-04T18:34:00.000-08:002008-06-20T02:36:24.643-07:00Untitled 8Wooden table cradling,<br /> Lamp in time flickering;<br />Fireflies dance with fire!<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-6788563615875904382008-02-26T18:30:00.000-08:002008-06-20T02:36:49.704-07:00Untiled 6Mixed in reddish earth,<br />Tragedy trying to sleep itself;<br />Always exhumed from its<br /> forced slumber,<br />Every time a pointed iron combs,<br />Forefathers' wearied face of land<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1155570059418225050.post-64419756628498448792008-02-19T18:32:00.000-08:002008-06-20T02:37:25.798-07:00Untitled 7Drops of rain over<br />Rice field of clay,<br />Bathing man’s sacred<br /> nakedness.<br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgetserver.com/syndication/subscriber/InsertWidget.js?appId=ab039ea0-0143-4c45-b110-f3799f182aa4"></script><noscript>Get the <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/widget/addthis-bookmark">AddThis Social Bookmarking Button</a> widget and many other <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com/galleryhome/">great free widgets</a> at <a href="http://www.widgetbox.com">Widgetbox</a>!</noscript>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0