Poverty

 

Poverty touched my hands today

He smiled and gripped my arms

Asking for just one meal

 

Will I give out of generosity

Or will I give out of guilt

Why do they have no options, while I have mine.

 

Poverty touched my hands today

And it cracks the aqua colored fiber of my oblivion.

 

 

 

 

 

You Are Salt

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You are like salt with sourness

This sourness I devour

In your arms,

In your breasts

In your shoulders as wide as the sea.

 

And as we dive into the deep recesses of the

sea

We found the most beautiful pearl among the creatures

Of the forest at the bottom of the sea,

With unclasped hands

Our arms stretched to the sky.

 

 

That Thing Called Serendipity

Was it serendipity when we met
And left
Were friendship carved in stones

Those epistles speaks of fondness
While you were in a different shore
Two continents facing each other
like two crescent moon.
The unforgetable exchanges
of  memoirs in foreign land
Where you go deep

in the physical jungle
And me in the corporate jungle

Is it also a matter of choice
And of voice to
speak our truths and
speak what our hearts content

In the stillness of silence
Our hearts are yearning
Our eyes speaks deep love’s longing

But how did you allow free fall also
to rule what should have been
between us?

Was it also a matter of choice?

SUKAT: ( SULAT AT KATHA) My First Literary Workshop

 

 

Last April 19, 2017,  I gave a workshop intended for high schoolers and senior high schoolers.    The group Footprints was behind this lofty endeavor.  The topic I chose was Feminism in Literature.  I do not even consider myself a Literature person, my background being Economics and Psychology.  I am surprised I was included in the panelist together with some renowned Aklanon poets and writer.

 

Since the first invitation ever is coming from a literary circle from my hometown in Numancia, Aklan,  I grabbed that opportunity to share on feminist literature.

 

So I had few fellows but the topic was  well received.  I was a bit anxious how they would accept my topic on gender and literature and its intersection.  I was happy that it gained positive feedbacks.  Some attendees were already college graduates.

 

It was a three day workshop which started April 17, 2017.  Topics include among others, Short Story Writing, Flash Fiction, Binaeaybay in Aklanon and Micro Tales.

 

Truly, it was a humbling experience to be able  to contribute to youth empowerment thru literature and to develop  and inspire their writings.  I also impressed by the youth in our province, they are very receptive to new ideas and can organize such an ambitious endeavors at their age.

 

I also thank this blog, that thru this channel some were able to read my poems although I do not even consider myself a poet for that matter.  Writing for me is just a creative expressions and my words written in the pages of this blog would resonate to others somehow.

 

 

This inspires me to give more energies to my writing.

 

 

 

 

Twitter and Chatter

Not many

houses left

where trees grow to provide

For birds, butterflies and the rare dragonfly

Praying glitter that fireflies will shine

No matter how fleetingly, when the night is dark

 

Families wake me up

twitter and chatter

Right the wrap around windows in my room

The birds of the air, and the lilies of the

field, spin not, weave not, sew not

King Solomon’s railments could not compare with their

plumage

 

Humble  any architect

 

Should I let my imagination fly?

 

Or “just Google it”

How many kids of the present

Has seen a bird’s

nest with a baby in it?

 

MARCH 21, 2017

BLACK OUT POETRY

Imagine A Woman

In celebration of International Women’s Day

 

Imagine a Woman

 

Imagine a woman who looks at the mirror

naked, and looks straight to her eyes and says

to herself, She is beautiful. Imagine that woman

so in love with herself that nobody could dump

nor put her down. She loves her curves, her full breasts

like the mountains of Madyaas, her rounded belly

her chocnut brown skin. Her stretch marks, Ah! those are

carvings of her giving birth. Her curly hair following only

the whims of the wind. Imagine that woman. The reflection

at the mirror looking at you

 

Is your Emancipated Self.

Different Constellation

 

 

Somewhere there is one mother mourning for her only child

And no one would understand her

Her pillows soaked in tears in the night and the morning after

Her life crumbles like a molten fault

 

And there is a family who cannot understand her

Because they are also in grief.

 

And somewhere in time

 

 

There is a rainbow that greeted her

There is a love all around her in different colors and rays

That love can never be lost but

Is expressed in different forms

 

The earth in her slowly formed another

Tectonic formation new to her

 

 

 

It is of a  topsy turvy kind

Like dust devils turning her upside down

Now the formation takes its own fold

Like the stars in the night

Holding her not apart

But in a different constellation.

 

 

Fire Tree

Since it is February, the month of Love, let me speak in the language of love.  What better way to do this is to write my English poem in my own native language Tagalog.  I will also attach the English version.  Here it is?

May Puno ng Apoy

May puno ng apoy

Na nagniningas sa puso ko

Ang ningas na ito ay maligalig at sakdal init

Ramdam ko pa ang mga dampi ng iyong halik

Na naninibugho sa iyong maamong pagsuyo

Ngunit ang aking isipan ay naguguluhan sa kung paano susuko sa tuluyan

Ipikit mo ang iyong mga mata at maaaninag mo ang walang hanggang ningas

Naramdaman mo ba ang tibok nito?

Para sa iyo lamang

Ang mga bituin sa aking mga mata

Ay dahil sa iyo.

At kung alam mo lang

Ang misteryo ng iyong presensiya ay tulay

Ng Ngayon at Magpakailanman.

 

 

Fire Tree in Me

There is a fire tree burning

Inside my heart for you

This flame is burning deeply

I still feel the sensation of your kiss

And longing for your gentle caress

But my mind still struggling in complete surrender

Close your eyes, you will see eternal flame

Do you feel the beatings of it

For you

The stars twinkling in my eyes

Because of you

If you only knew

The enigma of your presence bridges

Now and Forever.

 

 

Happy Hearts Month everyone!!

Stargazers

The serene sea possessed the moon’s gleam

The galaxies of stars make shine the images of the building

The whole night we were stargazing

And the morning dew in the grass as cold as the air enveloping our bodies

At this moment,  your lips are the skies

And we found the most beautiful constellation in the universe.