Halo-Halo Poetry

Halo – Halo literally mix- mix is composed of shaven ice and sweetened fruits and beans.  If special, it has an ice cream.  Halo-halo is also a metaphor of the culture of the Filipino.  The more, the merrier.  I wrote a poetry in honor of this favorite concoction.  I think, halo-halo is the epitome of the Filipino’s penchant for sweets and cold food, a hit during summer days.

 

Ang Pagkain ng Halo-Halo

 

Ang pagkain ng espesyal na halo-halo ay katulad ng pag-ibig

Kainin muna ang nasa taas

Ice cream, leche flan o minatamis na langka

Huwag hayaang matunaw ang ice cream.

Baka malusaw ang pag-ibig at di mo manamnam

 

 

Haluin ang yelo at ang ibang sangkap

Tikman ang asukal kung tama na

Hindi sobra, hindi kulang

Upang di matunaw ang yelo na may gatas,

kainin agad

Huwag patagalin

Pag nahanap mo na ang pag-ibig, huwag nang pakawalan

 

Ang mundo niyo ay makulay gaya ng mga sangkap

Walang iniwan, walang dapat itapon

Pagkat lahat ay bumubuo sa inyong kuwento.

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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?

Solace

I cannot resist

The lick of your tongue on my bare shoulders

As you touched the mouth of my goblet

 

I have to forget you,

To stop being captured

By your gaze

I melt

like ice dripping

 

Your body graphed against my skin

In an ebb and flow cycle

I fear being vulnerable

Two souls grappled for

that solace.

Asymptotes

 

 

We are asymptotes in this love equation

Our eyes speak the depths of the ocean

Almost there, but never touches

Forever

Like the sea touching the silver grey sky

 

Your gaze overpowers me

Causing shifting stares

You are a haunted waiting to be devoured

In front of me

 

But I am here

Unmoved, unperturbed

Frozen like ice

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.

 

 

 

 

Prompt#31 Love Poem

The Scent of You

 

The musk scent I smell in your body,

In your hanky and the clothes you wear lingers in my memories

 

I bathed it upon me to see and feel the nearness of you

 

Sans distance

And we are lovers

Across oceans and where our mind and hearts could flow

Connecting that olfactory sensation, the warmth of your body

In the wideness of your shoulders and the thoughts of it

Just the thoughts of it,

Makes me linger to your sweet caress.

The kiss of a thousand songs of forever.

 

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

Learning History in Dapitan

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One of the most romantic place I visited was Dapitan in Zamboanga del Norte, aside from its historical significance.  That is where our National Hero, Jose Rizal was exiled before he was killed in Bagumbayan by the Spanish army.

 

It is a simple, provincial place but the place has a lot of character in it.  I was able to visit it as part of my work.  It would take you about two and a half hours if you rode the Fast Cat but if you rode the other RORO vessel, it would take you about four hours at the minimum.

 

I rode the Fast Cat ferry from Dumaguete to Dapitan port, I stayed in Dipolog City in one of the hotels there.

 

Talisay, Dapitan is the actual place where Rizal bought a property while in exile.  Inside that property is the original house, clinic, school and other structures preserved by the National Historical Commission.  Also, the Museo ni Rizal is situated in this property.  You will learn the many hats played by the National Hero while in Dapitan.  Practicing as an ophthalmologist, he met her de facto wife Josephine Bracken, an Irish woman.

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The property of Rizal is at the beach front of Dapitan Bay.  It is described by Rizal as where the mountain meets the sky.  No wonder that Rizal fell in love with the place and wrote many poems and other writings in this part of the South.

At the Dapitan plaza, one can see the map designed by Rizal. Also in front of it is the Church of Dapitan wherein Rizal would usually attend mass.

 

We also visited the Embarcadero or the Landing Site, the area where Rizal landed upon his exile in Dapitan.  Such a romantic location and picturesque is an understatement.

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I love Dapitan!