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tula para sa mga hugotero’t hugoterang ginawang katwiran na spoken word daw ang mga hugot nila…

 

uhm, kung ayaw mo na,itigil mo na;
itigil mo na ang kakahugot mo sa madla,
sa mga oras na sinayang
ng putang inang mong dating jowa,
na nakikipag-lampungan na sa iba.
itigil mo na ang kakangakngak
sa putang inang gobyerno
na nagnanakaw ng 12 centimo sa kada
kendi mong nginunguya.

putang ina, tama na, itigil mo na.

itigil mo na ang mga hugot mong
hindi naman nakakapagpabalik ng
mga magaganda mong mga alaala.
mga alaala na nagbibigay sa yo ng
mga dalisay na saya.
isipin mo na lang,
lingid sa mga luhang tumagas mula sa iyong mga mata,
ay mga busilak na mga ngiti ay siyang dati mong nadarama.
sana, mga kaluguran mo, ipamamahagi mo na lang sa iba.

please, tama na,
mga spoken word na hugot ay nakakaumay na sa tuwina.
maari ka naman tumula ng isang talatang nakakatagos
sa puso’t damdamin ng iyong tagapakinig at mambabasa,
mga talatang walang bahid ng galit at sama,
mga talatang patungkol sa iyong nalalapit nanaitadhana.

ihinto mo na rin ang kakasigaw ng makibaka,
mga talento mo, wag mo nang isayang sa kaka-alsa-masa;
turuan mo na lang sila, na sa sarili na lang nila ay sila umasa.
hindi sa gobyernong puno ng ganid na mga pamumulitika.
iangat mo ang bandera ng pag-asa.
ang pag-asa na nakakabigay ng katiwasayan
mula sa sariling sikap at tiyaga.

tahan na, tahan na, 2019 na
sana naman, mga hugot na binabansagan niyong spoken word
ay itigil nyo na.

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sundered

only the rushing breeze could enjoy,
your scent, your smiles, and your laughter,
while i, on the other hand, can only admire you
on a glass window from a-far.
and who could not laud you?
you are a visage of an innocent yet sensual soul –
a ray of a joyful sunbeam that pierces through the dark,
and in the dark, you are the sight worthy to behold.

sweet lady,
how delectable your laughs are, even in this ethereal void.
and i hold dear our short yet endearing conversations;
how our thoughts morph into letters and strange yet dainty
figures.
oh, sweet lady, my sweet lady,
on a great divide, we are sundered,
that’s a predicament i daily fare.
but on a boxed-mirror, we often share,
our stories, our lives, our aspirations;
in this magical box my dear, you are real
and quite so near.

oh, delectable stranger,
how my longings for you slowly ebb,
sundered through space
and trapped within the electronic void,
and in this limbo your pictures enliven the
endless walled garden;
you are the cheerful soul, a cheerful and alluring soul
that breathes life into this silent and bleak simulacra
of life.

ahh, sweet lady,
you are the celestial being only to be cherished
from the distance.
my goddess, and my dreams;
your ephemeral sweetness is mingled
with the saltine honeyed tastes
of your evanescent breasts,
and your spectral kisses.
while i stroke the fullness of your
warm yet smoky body, i can only savour
this fleeting moment
’til the moment the waking sun rouses me
to another dreary day.

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a dog came by me;

a dog came by me;
by no means, is she tamed by me,
yet still she came with her soulful eyes.
she’s drawn to me, perhaps, not by love, but by wants.
for a single morsel of meat, or a bite of bread.
and a drink of water may satiate her thirst, and
live for another day.

a dog came by me,
of all the multitudes of people, she is drawn to me alone.
her brown, mangy and flea bitten body; a pauper she is.
of affection, none can i offer her;
she, a scum, afterall, what more can I offer but morsels
and water?
but still she comes by me, a gentle wave rushing slowly
to the certain shore.

the dog came by me,
even at times, when none can i share to her.
and at those times, she offers her soulful eyes and her
lope-sided smiles, and a joyous exuberant dance of her tail.
despite her ill-looking countenance, she becomes a joy
to behold, an angel hidden within a mangy shell.

the dog came by me,
and she came to live inside me,
an imprint of joy, of innocence, of love.
and none in this earthly lifetime can replicate
the simple, yet profound affection that came
from her.
yet all i can offer back, is a bit-piece of her daily
sustenance.

the dog came by me,
then she returned not after that last meeting
at first, i missed her, and then, i truly missed her.
i missed her, like one who lost a precious heirloom.
what more can a longing do, when it can not bring her back?
i missed the dog, but she never received the love she deserved.
and she may be forever missed, though, she lives now in memories.

Posted in #bisayaPoetry, #Hugot, Poems

sa peysbuk lang kita gugmaon

sa akong mga handurawan, nagkagunit,
sa pinakalawm mga bahin sa akong panghuna-huna,
mga handumanan sa imong naghiusarang hulagway.
imong hulagway, matahum ug wala’y paglubad.
samtang nangamuyo nga unta ikaw, akong makamtan,
ug magkaduyog na unta ang atong mga kasing-kasing
ug sila magkahiusara sa walay katapusan.
sa pipilang higayon nakong gibalibag sa mga panganod,
ang akong mga pangandoy, nga unta, dalhon sa mga bidlisiw
sa adlaw ug ipadala sa imong bahin sa wanang, ang akong
mga pangadye.
unta, mapadulong sa kahayag ang akong mga pagdahom,
nga pag-abot sa adlaw, kita magkahigugmaay sa tawhay.
sa karon, kuntento na lang ako sa pagtan-aw sa imong hulagway
ug i tago sa atabay sa akong kasing-kasing ang imong pahiyom,
sama sa mga bahanding gitago sa mga kinalot nga bangag, kay ikaw
ang gasa sa akong kabos nga gugma.
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you are the voice my hearing wants to keep.

you are the voIce, my hearing wants to keep.
My sights are held captive by your unending grace.
In you i will place my solace; you saved me from the deep.

the mere preseNce of you makes my emotions leap.
you are the spark that Lightens up my ways.
you are the vOice, my hearing wants to keep.

you are the Vision that rouses me from my sleep.
you bring mE comfort even for problems that i may face-
in you i Will place my solace; you saved me from the deep.

your smIles, they cheer me every time i weep,
your kind words i’ll Treasure through out my numbered days.
you are the voice, my Hearing wants to keep.

Your grace and sweetness are the treasure i’ll forever heap
in my hOllowed heart i will cherish it, forever in it, it lays.
in yoU i will place my solace; you saved me from the deep.

my trappeD words in a bottle, with you will one day seep,
unto your hEart, may it forever stays;
you Are the voice, my hearing wants to keep.
in you i will place my solace; you saved me fRom the deep.

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to the soul woman trapped in a glass.

 

i crave for you, oh, soul woman.
your voice caresses my hearing,
like honey dripping from the comb,
slow, sweet, enthralling;
your music soothes the yearning of my soul…

oh, soul woman, you captivated me with your blues.
oh soul woman, ethereal woman, trapped in glass,
you reached inside me and lit a fire within.
this down and out writer who’s lookin’ for a muse,
can only reach out to you from a dark mirror.
voiceless, yet loud, unheard but hopin’
that this message shall reach you;
from this living dream.