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Mar 2013

Carly A

Olive

You know what?
I will fight
Because it's difficult
Because the lows are so ******* low
Because the night air chills my damp shirtsleeves
Because sometimes the walls are impenetrable
Because I do it the hard way
But really because
He always says it back

Mar 2013

JK Cabresos

I'll be gone forever... goodbye!

Three days were left
and I'll be gone forever.
Forever means,
you won't see me anymore.
And if you're lucky enough
to see me in the news
or hear my name.
Then probably,
that would be the time
that I was dead.

Mar 2013

Glenn Sentes

Sepsis

dahil wara katapusan an duon san mga mata
mabubuhay akong minamatay
san dating kaaway ko sa lawas na ini
sa lawas na ini naghambog an talawon
pinapagubtik an kaaluhan na nagpapamuda
muda na nagpupukaw saakon gurugab-i
kendi na nagpapahibi
mesias na naghahala-hala

magiging madalas an pagsid-ip niya sa bintana
para laen ko makita an liwanag
malaog siya sa kahon ko
laen para magkawat
kundi dagdagan an pagub-at
makasakat an pagbagsak
siya na ako
masurat tula.

~Written by Melton Balicano
(a bikol dialect)

since these eyes have been weighed down on unending
i shall live while being slain by an old foe in this body
this body where the craven had once boasted
surging chagrins that blaspheme
blasphemy that rouses this corpse in the dark
treats that shed tears
a messiah that taunts.

he shall constantly peep through the window
so that I see no light
he will break in my casket
not to thieve
but to burden further
the downfall shall rise
then he becomes me
penning a poem.

~a translation of Balicano's masterpiece
Glenn Sentes

Mar 2013

Glenn Sentes

cold haikus

Look! Mingling with rain
a teardrop hesitates once
Ah! They didn’t see.

A bullfrog just teased
Bloating in its mockery
A bug flies in, snap!

It rolls by unseen
Not even her closest friend
noticed how it flows.

Kokak! Kokak! Jump.
Teasing and teasing kokak!
All the critters laugh.

© Glenn Sentes
03-06-13

Mar 2013

Glenn Sentes

The Nemesis of Deborah

She saw the face of Judas in him.
The bearded kiss festered no truth
and the metallic breath
exhaled putrid faithfulness.
The trampled petals spoor no lusting stares,
redolent no more
even as the tongue creeps by the shoulders.

The razors have summoned from the stinking room!
A slit in the neck
could rhythmically go by the thrusts unnoticed
But the chorus of the beasts
as shrill as the gongs of hell
maiming vengeance yet
not in the loss of blood will you die.
Not in my hands.

His demonic pleasures went on as the voodoo doll
resurrected in the beat of my own gongs.
Keep stirring as this spindle rouses my anathema!
his chest hairs
pint of blood
vulture’s beak
stallion’s tails
bobcat’s eye
dead evergreen
Deborah’s tears.
Stir and stir and stir!
Murmur satan’s prayer
mana mana mana boo!
ruba ruba ruba hoo!
Count the sands of the transient hourglass
expiring ‘fore tic tac sound.
Now her man froze,
bulging eyes, blackened pulse!

‘tis freedom, Deborah!

Free.

Doomed.

© Glenn Sentes
03-06-13

Mar 2013

Jethro Nhero Cuizon

To be honest

I know there's something
between you,
and it hurts like hell.

Feb 2013

Shashank Virkud

Art for Art's- Oh No, I'm Late

Wallowing
in a stagnant,
skeptical world,
you must live.
Run river, run
you are no forest,

you do not stand still,
and you can never go back.
Logic need not follow,
but it always will,
and that is all it can do,
it is all
I can do.

Pleasure seeker,
still mindful of the gods;
Dionysus, Apollo,
Hanuman, Saraswati
in your heart,
never at odds.

Show no humility,
only invincibility,
make yourself cry
twice weekly.

Leave your mouth watering,
leave your mothers wanting more.

What if the cacophony broke the barricades?
Noise, noise, noise, noise, poison!
Gasp as the venom creeps to your brain,
grasp at the hilt of the dagger, dilettante, for all we can see
is that friends are always followed by pain.

Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

Patience

Patience is a whimsical weather,
a scenery beneath a pale moonlit night;
somehow a velvet rope,
which binds memories between the lines.
Patience gains that trust
rare in a world of waiting,
a knightly sacrifice
that only someone's words can end.
It should not be talked about,
it has its own voice to speak for itself,
it means no boundaries,
no time, no conflicts.
It is a bizarre blossom,
a man could ever hold in his hands.
And patience is a kind of love,
explained in every bewildered circumstance.

Feb 2013

Glenn Sentes

The Gospel According to Mentor

Who else in this inhumane edifice
can dance while the suspecting eyes stare
at his moistened armpit?
Pathetically unknowing music uplifts not just the soul but the intellect.

Who else got the fire in imparting?

or …

did theirs even start a single spark since then?

Who else brings out the best in these hopefuls?
It’s all the worse and worst that they see.

And you think San Pedro would be pleased
when you gloat you made all the priests, doctors, and engineers?

Woe to you who humiliate the chair by your indolent butts
while uttering kindergartenous blabbers you claim to be education!
Then you get all you want while tabula rasa remains tabula rasa.

And you
You seated on the higher chairs!
Why don’t you trample down awhile
and put your cataracting sight to use
before it even brings you to the death of light.

Has anyone of you even heard what your god told to Pontius Pilate?
Ha! The you-have-no-power-over-me’s have always been impervious to you bigots!

And you say to your kin let me handle it.
When it is delayed and their impatience grows
you see they’ll leave.

Did you ever fret about deadlines
of bills, of matriculas, of debts?
What do you feed to your clan? Feeds?

Get Ripley’s here!

Oh how divine to utter all the Fs!

©Glenn L. Sentes
February 20, 2013

Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

Young Forever

I do not know how fast time passes by
but all I know, from the very first moment
that I was caught by your loving arms,
I know time will never come between us
to separate our hearts
into two different roads.

I do remember our childhood
when we used to be the best of friends,
we were lying on the grass,
while watching those beautiful stars,
waiting for them to fall for us,
but as we believed in each other’s side
and knew each other better,
I think I was the one
who have fallen in love with you.

After fifty years of marriage
love is always there to remind me
that it is a wonderful gift
to have a chance to live with you
to create memories that I can keep
whenever you would sail oceans apart.

I thought time will not be too rude to us,
but I was only mistaken!
And now, my wishes and prayers are too late
for Him to hear,
but I really want to be young forever,
for even if I will grow old with you,
there will be a day that it is either you
who will be left behind or it is I,
for even if I will grow old with you,
I know time will never be stopped anymore
from separating our hearts
into two different roads.

Feb 2013

JK Cabresos

TORPE

I'm smiling out of no reason,
talking to your pictures
for I don't have the courage
to talk to you in person,
I'm writing a letter I won't send,
every time I see you
my heart skips a beat
and it's a fact that I'm so stupid.

There were times I dialed your number,
but then I just canceled it, my choice,
well, it seems so hard for me
to hear even a single word
from your voice,
I can't speak what my heart
is beating so loud,
and it's a fact that I'm still
hiding in the clouds.

It's the unusual me,
and I don't even know it,
honestly, I'm always a coward
when it comes to you,
my smiles couldn't conceal
these feelings I feel for you
and it's a fact that I'm here
just waiting.

Waiting for the right time, I guess.

TORPE (adj.)
- a Filipino word meas being too shy to pursue amorous desires.
- shy with the opposite ***.
- the word TORPE is used to describe young men who don't know how to approach the girls they like. Sometimes even an attractive man who is confident in other aspects of his life can be seen as TORPE when it comes to girls.

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Feb 2013

Jethro Nhero Cuizon

Cupid Must be Crazy

Cupid must be crazy
For he strikes me at the heart
At the very first time I saw you.

Cupid must be crazy
For he strikes you at the heart
When you're not looking at me.

Now I'm becoming crazy
Looking at your dazzling smile,
Listening to your sweet voice,
Feeling the sway of your hair,
Without you noticing
I've been there all the time.

It's just the way it is,
Cupid is just f**kin' crazy
Playin' with my heart.

Feb 2013

Jacquelyn Audrey Whiston

How Can You Love Me?

Your feelings are perplexing,
When I'm not *******.

Your affection is amiss,
I'm sure.

Do you know what you've fallen for?
The monster that you're feeding?
I don't want to hear that you love me,
I just want a firm beating.

You've seemed to have strayed from the trail,
My dear.
You've seemed to have lost your way.
No one will hear your wails,
My dear.
No one will find my prey.