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Sep 2019 · 268
Pagmanman o Pagsubaybay?
Ikaw ba’yganado na ako’y makita?
Bawat kilos ko ba’y parating nakaabang ka?
Interesadong-interesado sa susunod kong ipapakita?
Kung gayon, ako’y sinubaybayan mo na parang pelikula!

Ikaw ba’y nababahala na ako’y magsalita?
Bawat galaw ko ba’y nag-aalinlangan ka?
Sa aking pagpapaliwanag, sarado ba ang mga tainga?
Kung gayon, ako’y minamanmanan mo pala!

-03/30/2012
(Dumarao)
*Walong Maiikling Tula ng Kahapon, Ngayon at Bukas
My Poem No. 110
Sep 2019 · 1.3k
TC sa Kaaway!
Mag-ingat sa mga kaibigan
Na alam ang lihim ng iyong katauhan
Baka sa isang iglap, ikaw ay ipangalandakan
Pagtagpi-tagpiin ang iyong mga kamalian

Sila itong walang pagpapahalaga
Sa anumang naging inyong pagsasama
Handang-handa na ibagsak ka
Kahit tae ka na, tatapakan ka pa.

-03/30/2012
(Dumarao)
*Walong Maiikling Tula ng Kahapon, Ngayon at Bukas
My Poem No. 109
Sep 2019 · 364
Kaibigan KB?
Anong nilalang
Ang kahit saktan
‘Di ikaw kayang iwanan?
Sagot: Matatag na kaibigan

Sino sa mga kasama mo
Ang kakapit sa’yo
Umulan, umaraw, lumindol, bumagyo?
Sagot: Kaibigang totoo.

-03/30/2012
(Dumarao)
*Walong Maiikling Tula ng Kahapon, Ngayon at Bukas
My Poem No. 108
Sep 2019 · 397
Pagtitiwala
Matuwid na dila
Matapat na mga mata
Mabuting gawa
Matatag na pagsasama –

Kapag isa sa kanila
Ang kulang o mawala
Masasabi mo ba
Na buo ang tiwala?

-03/30/2012
(Dumarao)
*Walong Maiikling Tula ng Kahapon, Ngayon at Bukas
My Poem No. 107
Sep 2019 · 399
Pagdududa
Sa simula palang
Nang ikaw ay titigan
‘Di ko malaman
Kung kaaway o kaibigan

Sa simula palang
Nang ikaw ay kausapin
‘Di ko mawari
Kung totoo o hindi.

-03/30/2012
(Dumarao)
*Walong Maiikling Tula ng Kahapon, Ngayon at Bukas
My Poem No. 106
Sep 2019 · 73
My 26th Leaf
Plucked thee on chest high
As quickly passed by
Big abode’s entrance
A very rare chance
Don’t know what plant thee

Owned by Gonzaga
Also Hallarda
Among the helpful
Dumarao people
Not a far neighbor

Twentieth of March
When it’s early dark
After dinner treat
I was on retreat
Second time in there

Entrance gate inside
Pathway wall beside
House of Gonzaga
Here in the banwa
Way to Codingle

Valedictorian
Bea Gonzaga
Blowout “pahanda”
OLSI Graduation
I Guest Speaker on!

-03/20-21/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 105
Sep 2019 · 62
My 25th Leaf
Picked thee from grown-up
Now in a small cup
Among leaves of nine
Of a dwarf-sized plant
Here, it’s third “fortune!”

Perhaps a teacher
Or a gardener
A student could be
One who planted thee
TED territory

Twelfth day of this March
Sometime during lunch
While TED preparing
Lit. Day happening
This is second time

Along the pathways
Of Teacher Ed. place
Beside a classroom
Of BEED 2
Planted on a ***

Used as souvenir
For Lit. Day this year
With ***** colorful
Artificial soil
In a ‘lil blue cup.

-03/12-13/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 104
1.
Noong unang panahon, may isang diyosa
Ang ngalan niya’y Alunsina, marikit na dalaga
Mula sa langit na pinagmulan niya
Siya’y pumanaog sa lupa
(Once upon a time, there was a divine woman
Her name was Alunsina, the Unmarried One
From heaven above where she had gone
The earth below she landed upon)

2.
Isang araw, habang namamasyal siya
Kanyang nasilayan bayang kahali-halina
(One day, while she was roaming
Saw her a town so captivating)

3.
Ang nasabing pook, may makisig na hari
Siya ang butihin at maginoong Datu Paubari
(On that place ruled a king so handsome
He was Datu Paubari, so gentle and awesome)

4.
Sa kabila ng mga pagsubok, sila’y nagsanib
Walang nakapigil sa kanilang pag-iisang dibdib
(Despite the setbacks, they still united
They were able to marry undaunted)

5.
Sila’y biniyayaan ng magigiting na anak –
Sina Labaw Donggon, Humadapnon at Dumalapdap
(They were given courageous sons –
Labaw Donggon, Humadapnon & Dumalapdap)

6.
Si Labaw Donggon na panganay, humarap sa pagsubok
Ng mangkukulam na si Sikay Padalogdog
(Labaw Donggon, the eldest, faced all challenges
Of Sikay Padalogdog, a sorceress)

7.
Makuha lamang ang sinisinta
Na si Angoy Ginbitinan, kaakit-akit na dalaga
(In order to win her beloved one
The charming maiden, Angoy Ginbitinan)

8.
Marami pang paghamon ang kanyang nalagpasan
Upang pag-ibig sa sinisinta’y kanyang mapatunayan
(Came all other odds which he kept on surpassing
In order to prove the love for his darling)

9.
Tulad nalang ni Abyang Durunuun
Ang naging pangalawang asawa niya sa paglaon
(Just like Abyang Durunuun
Who became his second wife soon)

10.
Sa pangatlong pagkakataong umibig si Labaw Donggon
Kailangan niyang harapin ang pinakamabigat na paghamon
(On the time Labaw Donggon fell in love with someone
He needed to face a trial – the hardest one)

11.
Iyon ay ang talunin ang hari ng karimlan
Walang iba kundi ang demonyong si Sinagnayan
(That was to defeat the King of the Underworld
No other than Sinagnayan the demon)

12.
Sa kasamaaang palad, si Labaw Donggon ang pinatumba
Binihag at pinahirapan; gayunpaman, hindi pinaslang ang bida
(Unfortunately, Labaw Donggon was the one defeated
Was made captive and tortured; nonetheless, he wasn’t killed)

13.
Ang masamang balita’y nakarating sa kapatid na si Humadapnon
At sa mga anak niyang sina Aso Mangga at Buyung Baranugon
(The bad news reached his brother Humadapnon
And also his sons, Aso Mangga and Buyung Baranugon)

14.
Ang kadugong tatlo
Kaagad na sumaklolo
(The three kinsmen instantly
Came to set him free)

15.
Si Humadapnon ay napagtagumpayan
Na pabagsakin si Sinagnayan
(Humadapnon succeeded
Sinagnayan he defeated)

16.
Samantalang sina Buyung Baranugon at Aso Mangga
Tinanggal sa pagkakagapos ang ama
(While Buyung Baranugon and Aso Mangga proceeded
To their enchained father whom they soon liberated)

17.
Nang si Sinagnayan ay nagapi na
Si Humadapnon ay may nakilalang marikit na dalaga
(After Sinagnayan had just fallen
Humadapnon met a lovely maiden)

18.
Siya ay si Nagmalitong Yawa
Kay Humadapnon naging asawa
(Nagmalitong Yawa was her
To Humadapnon she became partner)

19.
Si Humadapnon ay may pangalawa ring kinagiliwan
Siya ay si Burigadang Bulawan
(Humadapnon also had a second one
She was Burigadang Bulawan)

20.
Samantalang si Dumalapdap, kinalaban ang halimaw
Na si Uyutang, sa apoy tumatampisaw
(While Dumalapdap fought a monster
That was Uyutang who splashes on fire)

21.
Kanya ring dinaluhong ang basang halimaw
Na si Balanakon sa tubig nakasawsaw
(He also struggled against a wet monster
That was Balanakon who soaked in water)

22.
Nang ang dalawang halimaw nagapi sa kahuli-hulihan
Napaibig ni Dumalapdap si Mahuyuk-huyukan
(In the end, when the two monsters were killed
Dumalapdap and Mahuyuk-huyukan then married)

23.
At sa pinakakahuli-hulihan,
Ang tatlong magkakapatid ay masayang nagkabalikan.
(And in the very end,
The three brothers happily met one another again.)

-03/11/2012
(Dumarao)
*for Lit. Day 2012
My Poem No. 103
1.
Noong unang panahon, may lupaing walang makapapantay
Sa kariktan at kasaganahan nitong tinataglay
Ito ang “Ibalon” na kilala ngayong Bikol, Albay
Subalit ito’y iniiwasan ng mga manlalakbay
(Once upon a time, a land was known
For its beauty & bounty nothing outshone
It was Bicol, Albay which was then, Ibalon
Yet, travelers to there had been withdrawn)

2.
Dahil ito ay pinamumugaran
Ng mga halimaw na hayok sa laman
(Because it was teeming
With monsters to flesh were starving)

3.
Walang nangahas doon makapasok
Maliban sa lalaking si Baltog mula Boltavara na ubod ng lakas at pusok
(No one dared to enter in there
Except for Baltog, a daring & brave man from Boltavara yonder)

4.
Sinalanta niya ang mga halimaw na parang delubyo
Una si Tandayag, ang dambuhalang baboy-ramo
(He wiped out the monsters like a deluge
First was Tandayag, a warthog so huge)

5.
Mula noon, sa lupain na dating kinatatakutan
Mga tao’y dumayo at doon nanirahan
(From then on, in the land once feared
To flock & reside, people dared)

6.
Subalit hindi pa wagas na masaya
Dahil may mga halimaw pang natitira
(But it was not yet the happy ending
There were still monsters remaining)

7.
Si Baltog na matanda na ay labis nabahala
‘Pagkat siya’y mahina na at ‘di na makalaban pa
(Baltog was bothered now that he’s older
For he’s already weak and could fight no longer)

8.
Mabuti nalang at may binatang nagkusa
Siya si Handiong – matapang na, malakas pa
(Good there’s a young man who presented at last
He was Handiong so valiant and robust)

9.
Kanyang pinatumba ang duling na Sarimao
Pating na may pakpak at higantedng kalabaw
(He crushed down the cross-eyed Sarimao
The winged shark and the giant carabao)

10.
Subalit may nilalang na hindi niya nagapi
Ito ay mapanganib at tuso kasi
(But he cannot defeat a certain creature
For it was so dangerous and clever)

11.
Siya si Oryol, ang babaeng ahas
Lumalaban ba siya ng patas?
(She was Oryol, the snake lady
Does she fight impartially?)

12.
Sa kanyang mga yapos, walang nakapipiglas
Maging si Handiong na kaylakas, hindi nakaalpas
(On her grip, no one could break free
Even strong Handiong couldn’t escape from thee)

13.
Swerte ni Handiong, hindi siya binalak patayin
Bagkus ay ginamit nalang sa matagal na mithiin
(How fortunate was Handiong, there’s no plan to **** him
Instead, she just used him for her long-time dream)

14.
Laban sa mga mortal na kaaway, dapat tulungan siya ni Handiong
Na lipulin ang mga buwaya sa Ilog Ibalon
(Against her mortal enemies, Handiong must help her
To annihilate the crocodiles in Ibalon River)

15.
Matapos tuparin ang mapanganib na misyon
Si Oryol ay naging kapanalig sa Ibalon
(After fulfilling the dangerous mission
Oryol became an ally in Ibalon)

16.
Si Handiong ay naging mahusay na pinuno
Bangka, araro, alibata – kayraming naimbento sa kanyang pangungulo
(Handiong became an excellent ruler
Boat, plow, alphabet – many inventions were made during his tenure)

17.
At sa mga sumunod pang henerasyon
Naging mapayapa’t maunlad ang Ibalon
(And on the succeeding generations
Peace & prosperity reigned over Ibalon)

18.
Hanggang sa may sumulpot
Na panibagong kinatakutang salot
(Until there appeared
A new abomination so much feared)

19.
Siya’y nagtataglay ng katakut-takot na kapangyarihan
Hindi rin maipaliwanag ang kanyang kaanyuan
(He possessed a terrifying power
No one could even describe his feature)

20.
Siya ay isang mangkukulam na kilabot
Na tinatawag nilang Rabot
(He was a sorcerer fearsome
Called Rabot by some)

21.
Mapalad ang Ibalon, may natira pang bayani
Siya si Bantung, matalino’t maliksi
(Lucky was Ibalon, a hero was still there
That was Bantung vigorous and aware)

22.
Siya’y lumikha ng isang payak na plano
Pinaslang niya si Rabot habang natutulog ito
(He just devised a simple planning
He murdered Rabot while the monster was sleeping)

23.
Si Rabot ang pinakahuling halimaw sa Ibalon
Nang siya’y mapuksa, naging payapa na doon
(Rabot was the very last monster in Ibalon
Upon his death, peace reigned there from then on.)

-03/10-11/2012
(Dumarao)
*for Lit. Day 2012
My Poem No. 102
1.
Noong unang panahon, pulos patag ang lupa
Maliban sa bundok na dalawa
Bundok Kalawitan sa Kanluran
At Bundok Amuyaw sa Silangan!
(Once upn a time, all of the earth were plains
Except for two mountains
Mt. Kalawitan on the West
And Mt. Amuyaw on the East!)

2.
Ang kalikasan ay sagana
Ang mga tao ay payapa
(Nature was then bountiful
People were then peaceful)

3.
Ngunit dumating ang isang delubyo
Nagkandamatay ang lahat ng mga tao
(But a deluge arrived
All people died)

4.
Maliban sa magkapatid na dalawa
Sa bundok napadpad ang bawat isa
(Except for two siblings
Each of them landed on the mountains)

5.
Sa Amuyaw na kabundukan
Ang lalaki na si Wigan
(On Amuyaw mount
There was the man named Wigan)

6.
Sa Kalawitan na kabundukan
Ang babae na si Bugan
(On Kalawitan mount
There was the woman named Bugan)

7.
Nang humupa ang baha
Nagtagpo silang dalawa
(When the flood subsided
The two of them united)

8.
Subalit isang araw, nakadama si Bugan
Na may buhay sa kanyang sinapupunan
(Yet one day, Bugan felt something
In her womb, someone was living)

9.
Siya’y nagimbal sa natuklasan
Nagtangkang magpakamatay si Inang Bugan
(Upon her discovery, she was horrified
Mother Bugan tried to commit suicide)

10.
Sa dali-dali’y biglang nagpakita
Si Makanungan na bathala
(Soon, there suddenly appeared someone
He is a god named Makanungan)

11.
Kanyang pinigilan si Bugan
Dahil ganap niya itong nauunawaan
(He tried to stop Bugan
Because he could fully understand)

12.
Sila ay pinayagan ng diyos na magsama
Sapagkat sa mundo’y wala nang taong iba
(They were allowed to become a couple
Because in the world, there were no more people)

13.
Ang magkapatid na mag-asawa
Marami ang naging bunga
(The couple siblings
Got many offsprings)

14.
Apat na babae
(Four females)
At lima ay lalaki
(And five males)

15.
Sa kahuli-hulihan
Sila-sila rin ang nag-asawahan
(And soon after
They married one another)

16.
Subalit may natatangi sa kanila
Ang lalaking si Igon na walang asawa
(But there’s someone unique among them
He’s the man, Igon, who got no tandem)

17.
Isang araw, dumating ang ayaw ng lahat
Ito ang panahon ng tagsalat
(One day, there arrived something everyone didn’t like
The season of famine did strike)

18.
Kaya upang suyuin ang mga diyos
Ritwal ng pag-aalay kanilang idinaos
(So in order that the gods could be pleased
They rendered a ritual burnt offering of beasts)

19.
Nang sa alay kinapos na sila
Kanilang inihandog maliit na daga
(And when of sacrificial beasts they were out
They only offered just a small rat)

20.
Sa kabila ng lahat, walang paring tugon
Kaya isang krimen ang naging opsyon
(After all, there answered no voice
So it was crime that became the choice)

21.
Walang pakundangang kinitilan ng buhay
Kapatid na si Igon ang ipinang-alay
(They dared to **** their brother
It was Igon whom they did offer)

22.
At biglang nagpakita
Si Makanungan na bathala
(And suddenly, there appeared someone
It was the god, Makanungan)

23.
Lahat sila ay isinumpa
Iyon ang simula ng digmaan sa lupa!
He cursed everyone
That was the beginning of war in the land!)

-03/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*for Lit. Day 2012
My Poem No. 101
Aug 2019 · 98
7 Creatures of the Night
Hihi!...hihihi!
I am a witch
And I’m a creature of the night
I can make you a sandwich
Here! Take a bite!

Hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!...hur!
I am an ogre
And I’m a creature of the night
I can tear you asunder
Will you dare me a fight?

Hehe!...hehe!...he!
I am an elf
And I’m a creature of the night
Watch your step
Or I’ll take away your sight!

Huhuhuhuhuh!
I am a vampire
And I’m a creature of the night
Your blood is my desire
I wanna hold you tight!

Haah…aah…aah…
I am a banshee
And I’m a creature of the night
Come on, sing with me
To the grave be frozen with fright!

Awooh…wooh…wooh!
I am a werewolf! Woof!...Woof!
And I’m a creature of the night
Look at the top of your roof!...Woof!...Woof!
I’ve just hopped…Now, I’m on your right!

Brains…brains…brains…brains…brains!
I am a zombie
And I’m a creature of the night
I am coming to munch thee
Now run with all your might!

-03/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*created for English 413 under Dr. Minnie P. Chan
My Poem No. 100
Aug 2019 · 93
My 24th Leaf
Plucked thee on way out
Once again same route
It’s arboreal
It’s fruit national
Leaf from “mango” tree!

CapSU-Main owns thee
Living property
Perhaps long ago
Thin & tall, young though
The tree’s juvenile

Third month and sixth day
While out along way
Sir Ralph had just been
Death cart had just seen
Overheard necro

Left-side corridor
Of the school’s ground floor
Almost near garage
Of front gate’s entrance
Some sort of plant box

Holiday CapSU
Ex. Pres., oh adieu
While funeral mass
Roching Dadivas -
CapSU shall miss you!

-03/06-07/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 99
Aug 2019 · 56
Reasons for My Existence
It’s God who gave me
This soul and body
He is the reason
Of this creation

It’s father and mother
Who caress and nurture
They are the reasons
Of my aspirations

I am a creation
For God’s intention
I am an aspiration
For my parents’ satisfaction.

-03/02/2012
(Dumarao)
*Third Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 98
Aug 2019 · 85
Letter Poem to My Family
Tatay, Nanay, Nene
My one and only family
How precious you are to me!
To whom shall I compare thee?

No one can surpass your love to me
Despite my flawed personality
How beloved you are to me!
To whom shall I exchange thee?

Whatever bad things I say and do
To the three of you
Whether be it false or true
Without you, my life is worthless and bad too.

-03/02/2012
(Dumarao)
*Third Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 97
Aug 2019 · 145
My 23rd Leaf
Picked thee from a shrub
Part of this poem job
Almost forgot thee
‘Til student told me
It’s “morning glory”!

A school property
But not CapSU-D
Also a public
Bigger, more classic
With BEEd 4

Wrote this night after
Our fieldtrip venture
Picked thee morning late
On Feb. Twenty-Eight
At about Twelve noon

Meters from the gate
West Visayas State
University
Next province city
Of Iloilo

TED students my dear
Second to fourth year
There’s no one did bar
Our going afar
On field trip we are!

-02/29/12
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 96
Aug 2019 · 92
My 22nd Leaf
Plucked thee from low tree
Of rare fruit specie
Here it’s not native
So lucky to live
Wow!...an “apple” tree!

Don’t know thy planter
Maybe the owner
CapSU property
Veterinary
We’re six who saw thee

Wrote this day after
Picked thee from owner
Not so bright sunshine
Noon, February Nine
Year Two Thousand Twelve

Some meters away
National highway
Outside darag fence
Of roosters and hens
Backyard of Vet.Med.

Had picture-taking
Some staff Salingsing
Bea and Ghazee
Jayson and Amy
Ma’am Joy’s with us too!

-02/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 95
Aug 2019 · 101
My 21st Leaf
Picked thee from root stock
Like a mini rock
That’s rough and dusty
Brown, pungeant, spicy
Wew! It’s “ginger” leaf!

Peasant Garduque
No other than me
Planted by my hands
Arancillo lands
A crop squatter too

First day of last year
I planted it there
The last time I saw
Only few leaves grow
One Twenty-Six Twelve

Carved fish pond paddy
Western side levee
Inside a plant box
Black, loamy soil stocks
Weeds and dirt surround

It’s first time to see
Leaves of crop by me
First time this year
Visit fish pond near
First time write so late!

-02/01/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 94
Aug 2019 · 16.4k
Alaala ni Amaya
Sa pagdating **** napabalita
Unang sulyap palang namangha na

Gayak na sinauna
Sa paningin mahalina
Musikang kaytanda na
Sa pandinig mahiwaga

Mahalaga ang gabi
Simula ng pagsaksi
Kwento kong inabangan
Hatid niyang kasaysayan

Sa aking talambuhay
Gabing iyon may saysay
Nasa pagtitipon
Mga kaklase noon

Kapitbahay inuman
Masaya ang kwentuhan
Subalit ako’y saglit
Umuwi sa malapit

Iyon ay dahil batid ko
Simula na ng kwento
Ng kanyang unang yugto
Gabing Trenta ng Mayo

Mula nang araw na ‘yon
Pagsubaybay tradisyon
Naging makabuluhan
Likhang pampanitikan

Subalit ‘di naglaon
Nawalan telebisyon
‘Di hadlang gayunpaman
Sa radyo’y pinakinggan

Mula pagkabinukot
Hanggang aliping tulot
Babaylang naging ****
Mandirigmang pinuno

Nilupig at nanlupig
Inusig at nang-usig
Natulig at nanulig
Inibig at umibig

Nagtago at naglakbay
Namatay at nabuhay
Tinanggap at nagpanggap
Naghirap at nilingap

Sakay ng karakoa
Tinungo ibang banwa
Naghanda sa pagbalik
Upang ganti’y ihalik

Sa mabagsik na raha
Na pumatay sa ama
Sa pinunong baluktot
At sa harang nanalot

Mangubat at Angaway
Mga rahang kaaway
Lamitan na ninanay
Nais siyang maging bangkay

Sa kahuli-hulihan
Lahat sila’y talunan
Sa babae ng tagna
Walang iba – Amaya

Salamat, umalagad
Maging hanggang sa sulad
Salamat, kapanalig
Laban sa manlulupig

Salamat, Uray Hilway
Mga tinuran gabay
Salamat kay Bagani
Pag-ibig nanatili

Salamat sa Banal na Laon
Diyos ng mga ninuno noon
Kina Amaya’y panginoon
Tagapagpala ng kanilang nayon

Ang dulo ng epikong kapapanaw
Akala’y ‘di na matatanaw
Salamat sa unang Christmas bonus
May TV na bago taon ay matapos

Mahalaga rin ang gabi
Katapusan ng pagsaksi
Huling yugtong tinunghayan
Ang kamatayan ni Lamitan

Sa aking talambuhay
Gabing iyon rin ay may saysay
Nasa huling burol at lamayan
Bago at matapos subaybayan

Iyon ay kakaibang alaala ko
Sa katapusan ng kwento
Ng kanyang huling yugto
Biyernes – Trese ng Enero

Nagbrown-out pa nga
Habang oras ng balita
Buti nalang at umilaw
Sa tuwa ako’y napahiyaw

Sa pagtunog ng huling musika
At paggalaw ng katapusang eksena
Bukas TV at radyo
Sa makasaysayang mga tagpo

Ngayong gabi ng paglikha
Ng tulang handog sa programa
Unang gabing kapani-panibago
Dahil wala na sa ere ang paborito ko

Subalit ang Alaala ni Amaya
Mga gayak, musika, tauhan at kultura
Mga aral, tinuran, inspirasyon at ideya
Mananatiling buhay sa aking diwa!

-01/16-17/2012
(Dumarao)
*missing my favorite program
My Poem No. 93
Aug 2019 · 83
My 20th Leaf
Plucked thee from near ground
Sprouts independent
On clayey barren
It’s the **** type one
A pretty wild “fern”!

Basco family
Neighbor but not kin
Are they owning it?
Now that it’s a ****?
Yet on their domain?

January Thirteenth
Friday Twenty Twelve
Old Nong Toging’s wake
Night before burial
Saw some my students

Neighborhood to North
Way to the crossing
Not along the road
Front concrete abode
Beside bamboo fence

Friday the Thirteenth
Last day – Amaya
Hour after watch it
Saw CapSU students
I & some cousins!

-01/13/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 92
Aug 2019 · 81
My 19th Leaf
Plucked thee from near ground
Outdoor ornament
On Bermuda grass
It’s the plant type one
Decorative “fern”!

By Hachuela clan
Neighbor relative
It belongs to them
Planted by someone
To grace their front yard

January Thirteen
Friday Twenty Twelve
Ante Aclet’s wake
Night before burial
And saw Marvic G.

Neighborhood to South
Way to Codingle
Not along the road
Yellow-painted house
Just in front its porch

Friday the Thirteenth
Last day – Amaya
Hour before watching
Saw CapSU backers
I, Nanay & kin!

-01/13/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 91
Aug 2019 · 978
Panata sa Nazareno
Sa loob ng halos daang taon
Mula nang naparito ang ****
Ang mga Pilipinong deboto
Taunang dumaragsa sa Quiapo

Dala’y kanya-kanyang panalangin
Tiwala na hiling ay diringgin
Kaya nagmula man sa malayo
Sa Quiapo parin ay dumarayo

Lubos na pananampalataya
Puspos pananalig sa biyaya
Sa tuwing sasapit buwan ng Enero
Nandyan Panata sa Nazareno.

-01/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*Feast Day of the Black Nazarene in Quiapo
My Poem No. 90
Aug 2019 · 62
My 18th Leaf
Culled thee from waist height
Quaint ornamental
A type of hard grass
Some Japanese breed
Pretty “dwarf bamboo”

CapSU-Dumarao
Arancillo land
So their property
Their worker planted
It’s a décor there

Third day January
Third day Twenty Twelve
Third Day of the Year
Of Water Dragon
About 4 PM

Eighth bundle of same plant
Row from TED Building
Along the path way
Side where there frat huts
Arrayed in neat line

First TED afternoon
Of this year to home
While alone walking
Under fine sunset
Bye bye for now TED!

-01/03/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 89
Aug 2019 · 64
My 17th Leaf
Culled thee from new plant
Obvious ‘coz house new
And height still a foot
Though can grow meter
Here it’s called “pasaw”

By Ozaraga
Father – school admin
Mother – professor
Daughter –ex-classmate
They’re seven members

Third day January
This day Twenty Twelve
Third day of the year
Of Water Dragon
About 12 PM

Beside bamboo fence
Outside to open
Along a path walk
Near its native gate
Aligned with same kind

Just there to have lunch
With Ma’am Diday, Angie
Ma’am Beth and others
New Year left-overs
But Anne was not there.

-01/03/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 88
Aug 2019 · 97
My 16th Leaf
Culled thee from nipa
Little manger roof
We call it “Belen”
By third year students
It’s from a palm tree

My advisory
TED BEEd Three
Don’t know who from them
But it’s one of them
Who got and placed it

Third day January
Third day Twenty Twelve
Third day of the year
Of Water Dragon
About 8 AM

Roof of small manger
Back from one corner
Third years placed it there
With other decors
Character papers

Tolada of kind
The first one unrhymed
Got with two more leaves
Obtained the same day
While Xmas decors unfixed.

-01/03/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 87
Aug 2019 · 67
My 15th Leaf
Pulled thee from a fruit
Tiny from crown’s root
Poses like dagger
Head of its master
Guess – it’s “pineapple”!

Just bought by father
Or maybe mother
Sold by some vendor
Grown by some farmer
For every eater

First Day Twenty Twelve
On this solemn eve
Almost second day
No time for delay
First Sunday near end

Among the thirteen
Fruits midnight dinin’
Tradition they lay
On plastic pink tray
The table center

Imperfect New Year
But somehow it’s dear
Firecrackers zero
Even sparklers no
Yet, full and happy!

-01/01/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 86
Aug 2019 · 79
My 14th Leaf
Picked thee from rush day
About New Year, hey
So end in fourteenth
Not on leaf thirteenth
Front house “euphorbia”!

To us it belongs
Despite many thorns
Few people out here
Perhaps to drink beer
Elder relatives

Twelfth month – thirty-first
Year’s final outburst
Twenty-Eleven
Has come to an end
Last sunlight ‘bout six

On plant’s row outside
Along the roadside
Leans on bamboo fence
Beside wooden bench
Just in front our house

This year’s Toladas
Arrive at its last
Turning point it is
To next year’s new leaves
Oh Happy New Year!

-12/31/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 85
Under thee, the guiltless feel safe and free
Correction grips the soul of the guilty

Punished in way most humane
It’s apparent justice – not illusory bane

During PNoy’s first years
Our beauties shone in Ms. World & Ms. Universe

In Sports – Azkals and Volcanoes – another grace
Hey! Our People’s Champ “Pacman” still unfazed

Forget not our Guiness
World’s Largest Human Cross and 10 Commandments

Setting for World’s Longest Coin Chain
We’re not insane nor vain

To the leader who is here
To the people he is dear

Hope those are good signs to vie
Towards our Golden Age! Mabuhay!

-12/16/2011
(Dumarao)
My Poem No. 84
Aug 2019 · 78
My 13th Leaf
Detached thee with pain
Mind nearly insane
Staircase ornament
Balanced arrangement
Not know name for long!

CapSU property
Students behind me
Few meters away
Alone on the way
I wearing all-black

Ninth of December
Sky’s not bright up there
About three-thirty
Afternoon empty
No class for awhile

On guest house staircase
Going up right base
Towards the admin
Sir Ladoc goin’
To seek good counsel

This day’s treacherous
Clearly dangerous
Ma’am Juls read Gospel
To my ears a bell
Lost sheep – that is me!

-12/10/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 83
Aug 2019 · 117
To CapSU-Dumarao
When I came to thee
I was already a wet blanket

The Father & Co-Founder of thee
Who once gave me an opportunity

After rejecting his master
Who is now our nation’s master

Still accepts this idiot rebel
Now claiming to have their label

And trying to be on same way
Accepting all frustration & dismay

However found alternative
To dreams forever elusive

As I try to listen, ponder & recover
Licking up wounds like a villain intruder

Trying to **** the pride which may be natural
Understanding & accepting others’ weakness can be beneficial.

-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*Second Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 82
Aug 2019 · 66
Ode to My Parents
Come, tell me
How better your parents can be

I do not say I’ve got
The perfect ones and you’re not

It’s just that I want to boast
The people who are to me host

They are my Nanay & Tatay
Who will never allow me to die

It’s only for them I offer my years
I spent for nothing maybe, but full of cheers

I may not look cheerful
But my heart with hope is full

They didn’t want to make me hungry
And want to give the best they can be

Whatever bad things or words they get from me
However good to others I may seem to be

It’s only my parents who have my best love.

-12/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*Second Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 81
Now is the time
Our moment sublime!

For so long our heroes and villains alike
Push our pride on the hike

Our insignia of light between red and blue
Feel what our banner wants to construe

Conceived on this day of Red gallantry
A march towards Blue serenity

East that’s Red, West that’s Blue
Philippines that’s Yellow is friend to both of you!

On EDSA you have seen our peaceful revolution
Worthy of worldwide emulation

The champions of democracy
Whose son now seated to pursue the journey

Has made clear the path
Against those who are corrupt

And so the weighing scales of justice
Shall have nothing amiss

-11/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*to be continued on December
My Poem No. 80
Aug 2019 · 60
Wrong Turn
On the time I left the straight path
Unfathomed anxiety teemed my heart

Ever doubted the resolve of my brain
If it would delight or harness some pain

The only sure thing was that
I only earned another’s wrath

When from discontent
Formed I blemish intent

I became a speck
On the eyes of the meek

Abnormal fantasy
Drained all sanity

Filled with derision
To a righteous person

Worshipped childhood idol
Whom I thought would heed my call

Thought I’d found a savior
Who would do me a favor

Upon turning away
From his opponent’s way

Onwards orange avenue
Belching fumes towards yellow hue

Traffic disturbed
Many eyes to me turned

On wrong turn entrapped
By stupid mishap

Was towed from the highway
After causing disarray

In proper seclusion
The transgressor was thrown

Behind the shadows anguishing
No orange attending

In the end it was yellow
Who ransomed ex-fellow.

-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems Collection
My Poem No. 79
Aug 2019 · 71
He’s the One
He’s the One
Whose genuine kindness I ignored
And even enmity I labored
Publicly I abhorred

He’s the One
Whose victory I tried to bar
When from his people I departed afar
On his opponent’s nest – my childhood mirth – I gave him scar

He’s the One
Whose people should have led me
To the true path of victory
If ever I wasn’t poisoned by own false fantasy

He’s the One
Whose light revealed my darkness
On times of my great doubt and distress
Despite that, his people treated me with kindness

He’s the One
Whose followers’ door opened
When to them I was tossed once again
Although for once they’ve been threatened

He’s the One
Whose true benevolence
Slowly washes my discontent and impatience
As my hostile drive was laid into abstinence

He’s the One
Whose kindness I’m still confused
Because my guilty heart tells I’m accused
Since his generosity once I abused

He’s the One
Whose people tend me again
Who might be devising plots to cause me pain
For their master I once put in disdain

He’s the One
Whose nation may be hating me
Because I once rebelled against thee
Now I’m back, they doubt my sincerity

He’s the One
Who to our mass media was ever a hero
That’s common sense for I cannot find him a flaw
And also his lineage tells us so

He’s the One
Who can end my existence
For still I’m suspected with malevolence
What great karma brought by my negligence!?

After all, He’s still the One
Whom I believe will be my authentic hero
If he and his people can endure me for more years to go
Since now I consider myself a fan of Pres. Noynoy Aquino…

The One whose straight path I don’t wanna forgo!

-11/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems Collection for realization & consolation to others
My Poem No. 78
Aug 2019 · 1.1k
Utang Sa’yo
Utang sa’yo
Ang aking palad na ito

Sa kabila ng kapalaluhan
Hindi pinabayaan

Mga taong mabubuti
Sa’kin ipinalamuti

Mapagbigay na mga amo
Sa’kin iginawad mo

Matatakbuhang kapitbahay
Sa’kin inialay

Masunuring mga alaga
Sa’kin ipinaubaya

Mapagpatawad at tuwid na pinuno
Sa ami’y biyaya mo

Panginoon, lahat ng palad na maganda
Ikaw ang may likha.

-11/29/2011
(Dumarao)
*self-consoling mood & consolation to others
My Poem No. 77
Consider that I’m not a pest
As I am subject to thy behest

Perhaps I’m a rooster
Who wakes up earlier
To tell my master
I’m ahead him/her

Perhaps I’m a cat
Who incurs my wrath
On every destructive rat
In my keeper’s hut

Perhaps I’m a canine
Who barks even past nine
When someone crosses the line
I can even break a spine

Perhaps I’m a pig
Who just lay fat and big
Can’t even do a graceful jig
Only comfort it wants to dig

Perhaps I’m a carabao
Friend of iron plow
Machine for more than just an hour
Works with even humble bow.

If I’m all or none above
I hope to me you have some love.

-11/29/2011
(Dumarao)
*confused about career disposition
My Poem No. 76
Aug 2019 · 46
Myself
What makes me happy
Is in the end to see
Everyone happy about me

What makes me angry
Is still unclear to me
I need more self-scrutiny

What makes me sad
To quench somehow also hard
Of course – things that are bad

This is simply me!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection…I composed these 16 poems while paranoid, thinking that I’m going to die the next time I sllep for it was made after a night of terrible nightmare which I thought I couldn’t be awakened. This series of poems was done in one sitting! I was even absent from work because I felt ill.
My Poem No. 75
Aug 2019 · 38
My Sibling
When she was born, they think I’m jealous
I used to pinch her skin like pillows

Maybe I am really abnormal
Her ******* up face sometimes makes me smile

Since a baby until she’s teenage
I fill her days with frivolous rage

I hope her misery would end soon
I think to her I am not a boon

In deep reality I feel sad
Everytime when Angel’s not around

Although I cursed her million times
I never regret her birth sublime

She’s God’s blessing whom I should cherish!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 74
Aug 2019 · 60
My Mother
My Mother, maybe like the others
Is conscious in family matters

I know her rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags-tragedy

When I began to be world conscious
Her presence – I was sometimes anxious

For she used to be irritable
Making my simple flaws terrible

Occasionally, she shouts at me
Eventhough I am not far from thee

Yet, my mother’s ever generous
She’s the one who used to buy me toys

Like Tatay, she’ll not make me hungry
That’s my parents’ greatest legacy

Besides that, to her I attribute
My college institute

She worked for almost twenty-four hours
Burned too much her delicate eyebrows

I regret I still can’t compensate
Everything she had done for me great

If given chance to reincarnate
I want for myself to be a straight

So that I’ll not be again her guilt!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 73
Aug 2019 · 176
My Father
My Father, like the usual other
Wants to show he is a hardowrker

I know his rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags tragedy

When I began to be world conscious
His presence I consider precious

When still a child I never sleep
When he’s not yet hope from work and trip

I even used to take a night bath
To welcome him back

And I’ll smell good when he kisses me
Shaved beard, moustache – my cheeks make itchy

Yet, I was always excited ‘coz
There’s always a pasalubong dose

Gatorade, Chokolait, other drinks
Canned Bear Brand – we chill and drink contest

After Sunday Mass in Five Wounds Church
He would buy me goto and Yakult

I missed too his ‘pinapaitan”
While in Las Piñas was the last one

When Angel and SM Southmall born
Jollibee was Sunday hour sojourn

What I only hate during weekends
I was tasked to pick his white hair strands

Once he told me tales of Dumarao
And when we’re already here now

I felt a little bit of jealous
To my cousins whom he seemed so close

Worse, I was annoyed of his hobbies
Which for me, costly, can cause disease

I succeed not to follow his flaw
Thanks God who understands I forgo

Whatever bad things I have in me
Have done to others and/or Thee

It’s not my father’s fault anymore
So God please save him from dishonor

For I still love Tatay with all my heart!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 72
Aug 2019 · 33
What I Missed from School
If I’ve been not in school
Surely I missed a lot
Not only the brain tool

I’ll point to the people
Whose influence could make
Life more valuable

Were they my teachers?
And/or my classmates
Or other superiors?

They could be among them
Those whose passion, talents
Skills, likes – with me the same

They were also the ones
Whose dreams and ambitions
Could be also my wants

Was afraid to reveal
What are truest in me
Harder still to conceal.

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 71
Aug 2019 · 118
My Life in Dumarao
Dumarao – teen and adult abode
Where memories are both good and bad

My gratefulness when I received from thee
School honor garnered unexpectedly

But in exchange I got few friends only
Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely

Our improved house resembling a prison
My routine changed, I was in derision

The field not ours was developed further
Without buying it from the landowner

Father’s money were quickly exhausted
Everynight’s like party – glasses toasted

Foods that we should eat – to animals fed
Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead

So there emerged our sari-sari store
Which I needed also to take care for

Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot
To redeem my lost school honor I plot

Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen
In school competitions where we should win

After all, tragic OLSI memory
Taught me never again to be bossy

And when I was already in UP
My vow in life was full humility

On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao
On weekends, I went back to Dumarao

Where life was still and moving in slow pace
So when I thought I was behind the race

Worked even before I marched from college
On government office even low wage

Not disappointed, but discontented
To Metro Manila I bravely fled

Tutor in Korean Academy
Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly

At those times of blatant stupidity
To home once again with my family

Maybe fate wants me to be here
Dumarao’s love for me may be sincere

And I think I’m also loving thee now
If our love fails again, there’s broken vow

Now, your weakness I slowly understand
My test of faith I patiently withstand.

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 70
Aug 2019 · 154
My Memories of Las Piñas
Las Piñas  - memories sweet
Soul was innocent and neat

I miss the friends of childhood
The closeness of neighborhood

It’s where I learned ABC
Twinkle Stars and 123

I miss the townhouse playground
My afternoon hang around

With Jay, Fritz, Toto, ***-***
Yobi, Cyrene…more than ten

It’s nice when night was brownout
My friends and I would play out

After church mass, family
SM Southmall was hobby

When Holy Week was around
Night film showing on playground

Also on time of summer
Neighbors resort together

When it’s Christmas eve and night
Flood the gifts from left and right

Best is every New Year’s eve
Night’s merriest street party

Visit kin both side parents
Those another excitements

Oh Casimiro Townhomes
I should have never left you!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 69
I want to be in paradise on earth
Free from all disgusting man-made dirt.

Roll on grasses
With no itches
Soak in water
‘Til I’m cleaner
Breathe the fresh air
Shun all despair!

Make me one with God’s prior creations
Filtering all worldly pollutions.

Sleep with the beasts
Feel them at least
Swim with fishes
Cleanse blemishes
Fly with the birds
Clouds we traverse!

Because I want to be one with nature
Making slower my mortal rupture.

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 68
Aug 2019 · 57
The Elements of Life
Earth – this solid mass
Eversince holds us
We’ll never escape
From its tightened ****

Water – this solvent
Makes life sufficient
Cleans and occupies
Dwindles, fall and rise

Air – this loosened gas
Fills empty areas
Allows respiration
Triggers production.

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 67
Earth is evergreen
With plants surrounding
Often medicine
To flesh corrupting

Earth is always round
With faunas roaming
Free, settled, bound
Eco they’re balancing

Plants and animals
Without them we’re gone
They’re here before us
They must not be gone.

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 66
Aug 2019 · 71
The Path of Our Nation
Hey foreigner!
Search the world map
Find shapes, don’t nap
Dog’s sitting there!

West – Pacific
Orient facing
Seems West guarding
Though Asiatic.

Blacks – first people
Browns – main settlers
Whites – once rulers
Peopling simple.

Asia’s old friend
China, India
And Arabia
But West to rend.

Heel Islamized
Yet, Spaniards came
And made it tame
Rest Christianized.

America’s
First Asian pet
New rule beget
Foreigners pass.

When the dog’s free
From charms of boss
Suffered weight loss
Makes self hungry.

But, its puppies
Away from thee
Fills their tummy
Return booties.

When stocks will store
Wisely by host
Future’s not lost
New things explore.

Filipino –
The “World’s Servant”
Role’s important
Yellow halo!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 65
Go out when the sun sets
Watch birds return to nests
When fishermen end quests
And farmers leave harvests
The time everyone rests
So now face to the West
See and feel where it’s best
Comfort is its behest
Blue – wall stars of U.S.
Blue – sea and sky conquest!

Go out when the sun rises
Witness birds begin quests
When fishermen cast nets
And farmers ready chests
The hour of work begets
So now turn to the East
Human faith melts mist
Red – motif of China
Red – worker’s insignia!

Go out when the sun’s highest
When shadows are shortest
Temperature’s hottest
Celestial lights brightest
Festive moment its best
Yellow – Philippine Sun
Yellow – EDSA One!

Philippines – now behold
People – not blue and cold
Culture – not red and bold

Our nation’s not that old
New age ‘bout to unfold
Glaring – yellow – sheer gold!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 64
She’s Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…

Behold! Jose Rizal
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniards with paper and pen
Luzon’s charm – noblest of our men!

Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defender of Cebu
First terror of invaders
Famed Magellan’s death renders
Rammed Spaniards with native bolo
Visayas’ charm – quaintest hero!

Behold! Purmassuri!
Awesome Muslim lady
Wise heroine of Sulu
Foreigners cannot subdue
Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao’s charm – enemies thrown!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 63
Almighty God our Watcher
We bow to You forever
You’re alone our prime master!

Thy breath is source of our life
Thy light spurs our sacred strife
Thy grace eternally rife

Thy wings spread all throughout
The universe which Thee clout
Against prying evil’s snout

Thy eyes constantly watchful
On everything deem sinful
For Thy righteousness must rule

Thy words are like swords of fire
Striking pain on wrong desire
Useful virtue we acquire

God’s manifest of control
Fill with goodness every soul
Steer us, Your faithful people!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 62
Aug 2019 · 83
Ode to God the Son
Almighty God our Savior
You deserve our great honor
Your mercy is Thy splendor!

Human form of God up there
Teacher, doctor, messenger
Manifest divine power

Like us, He eats, walks and sleeps
Laughs, gets angry, even weeps
Feet get hurt while tending sheeps

Being listened to and mocked
Believed, received, deceived, knocked
Driven-delayed, hastened-cocked

Subjected to mortal loss
Whose bones, flesh and blood compose
Sweat, tear, pain and timed repose

While Satan here still survives
With us to whom he connives
We’ll wait ‘til Jesus arrives!

-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
My Poem No. 61
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