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 Feb 2016 Andrei Corre
derek
Nagi
 Feb 2016 Andrei Corre
derek
Naalala mo pa ba, noong magbukas ang Nagi?
Pagkahaba pa ng pila, umabot ng Yabu dati.
Kahit pa nga yata Yabu, ay kayhaba din ng pila
Araw-araw laging ganyan, kaya dapat maaga ka.

Sa katagalan pagdaka ay nagkaupuan na nga
Ang babae ay sisigaw, at susundan ng iba pa
Bigay todo ang pagbigkas, tila baga walang bukas
Rinig mo ang tinig nila kung ikaw ay nasa labas.

Sunud-sunod na araw pa, na kami ay nasa Nagi
Itanong mo pa kay amo, siya po ang aming saksi.
Kung paanong alas-onse'y, naghihintay na ng taxi
para sa pila'y mauna, at nang makakain kami.

Ilang buwan din siguro ang sa mundo ay dumaan
na ang pagdalaw sa Nagi ay biglang naging madalang
Na mula sa bawat araw, ito'y naging linggo-linggo
Kalaunan pa ay naging Enero, Pebrero, Marso.

Lumipas ang mga taon, at ngayo ay Pebrero na.
Ngayon na lang uli kami doon sa Nagi nagpunta.
Ang dating mahabang pila, ngayon ay tila wala na
Alas-dose na noon, tanghali na po partida.

Noong pumasok na kami'y sumisigaw pa rin sila
ngunit dinig mo sa boses na ang sigla ay wala na.
Kahit yung pitsel ng house tea na laging inihahanda
Ngayon baso-baso na lang, tapos manghihingi ka pa.

"Nakakain na po kami, puwede bang bukas na lang?"
"Mayroon na n'yan sa Mega, pati na sa Katipunan"
"Huwag ka nang magmadali, hindi na dapat agahan"
"Kahit anong araw pwede, kasi nandyan lang naman 'yan".

Tayo'y magaling lamang ba, kapag bago at simula
kapag bago sa paningin, kapag bago sa panlasa?
Na 'pag nilamon ng oras o kinasanayan mo na
ay tila pinagsawaan at pinagwalang bahala.

Kailan kaya darating, ang sa aki'y tinadhana
na sa aking pagtangkilik, hindi ako magsasawa?
Na kapag nakita ako'y ramdam ko ang galak niya
at ang puso ko'y lulukso marinig lang ang ngalan n'ya.

Malamang ay naglalaro ngayon sa iyong isipan
"Tungkol pa rin ba sa Nagi, ating pinag-uusapan?"
Huwag mo na itong isipin, sagutin mo na lang ako
may pila pa kaya ngayon, sa bagong tayong Ippudo?
It's been a while since I wrote a metered poem. This one has 16 syllables per line. Not really a big deal, but I hope you enjoy.

UPDATE:

When Ramen Nagi first opened in SM Aura (a mall in Manila), it was really popular. Imagine long lines of people waiting to get a seat and try their ramen (especially during lunch). I think they were really popular somewhere, that people were really that excited that a store opened up in Manila. We usually went earlier than your usual lunch time just so the line won’t be that long. We loved their ramen so much that we ate there as often as we could.

It’s been a while since we last ate there. I tried to contemplate in this poem how much has changed since it opened, how the long lines of people are no longer present, how the enthusiasm of its staff was not as great as when they first started serving ramen. Then I realised how similar the situation was with relationships — feels like sometimes we only show our “maximum effort” at first, which diminishes over time. I sure hope that at some point in my life I would find the one that I won’t get tired of loving.
 Feb 2016 Andrei Corre
Marie Love
Should I keep on fighting, or give up and let myself go..
 Feb 2016 Andrei Corre
Helen
Watched me
secretly
Forgot me
purposely

Met me
Harried me
Regretted me
Married me

Made me a Mother
Made me a Wife
Gave over all others
Gave me a life

Loves me in Happiness
Loves me in Anger
Loves me in a dress
Loves me naked, with Hunger

Counts me as a blessing
Counts me as a prize

Relies on me when stressing
Relies on me to tell no lies

Lays his head upon my lap
Lays his demons upon my sword
Lays his dreams upon my alter
Lays his problems outside the door

Sits in Silence at my tears
Sits grinning at my Triumph
Sits still in between the years
Sits complacently inside Love

My Valentine is not a day
not just one inside a year
He's everyday I live and breathe
He's the salt inside each tear
He's the foundation stone
of this Temple I call
My Life
My Valentine is
My Husband
and I am
His Wife
Happy 26th Valentines Day my Husband... Thank you for making the other 364 days of the year just as special :)
 Feb 2016 Andrei Corre
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Night
 Feb 2016 Andrei Corre
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Night is an old blanket
asleep on my pillow.
Night is the mist on the river
covering the willows.
Night is the moon turning blue
brushing her hair.
Night is a black dress
on the back of my chair.
You never deserved any of the poems I wrote for you,
and I hope I never write you any more.
A bubble appears
Small and smooth
Symmetrical
Transparent
Hued in pink and blue
Harmless
Our instinct is to pop
Amused by its bursting
Why?
It will explode as it lands softly to the ground.
Why not let it be?
Admire it's beauty
Floating in purity.
Clear and delicate
A free spirit
Until it hits the ground
Pop!
It vanishes

© Jl 2016
I was taking a shower one morning, and saw this bubble floating. My initial instinct was to pop it, then realized... Why?
I pondered about cruelty, wars, destroying nature,  and how our human instinct to destroy still exist. But why?  Haven't we evolved from our hunter and gatherer days... Or have we?
Have you ever looked
at a total stranger;
catch her eyes and see her smile
and suddenly feel your
soul sing?

It hums a melody of familiarity
reverberating from your chest
to your toes and to your
whole entire being--

And then you notice,
your heart aches--
bitter and sweet,
but mostly sweet;
Your hands shake,
your knees tremble

And you try to hold on
to something stable
to keep your balance;
All the while
trying to figure out why
it's suddenly so difficult to breathe

"Can anything like that ever be possible?"
You once asked yourself long ago;
And in the stranger's eyes you found the answer~

A moment like that--
the rarest of its kind
A moment like that--
not everyone can find;
The moment when your soul
Finally, says hello
to its lost mate~
 Feb 2016 Andrei Corre
derek
I've been keeping you at bay for so long
So long that your bow is already melting
I know you wanted to sail the seas alone
and clearly I ain't keeping you from sinking.

Forgive my fingers for unfolding you
In the hopes that I can shift your view.
But the creases were already there
that if I leave you, you'll fold back, you'll repair.

So I am setting you free from my selfish hands
Now drift away, conquer new lands!
Let the tide take you, my beloved paper boat
You won't need me, but if you do, just leave a note.
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