Umiibig akong matapat ang puso,
sa iyo, O Sintang pithaya ng mundo.
Dilag na bulaklak sa harding masamyo,
sinuyo’t pinita ng laksang paru-paro.

Tinataglay nila’y mararangyang pakpak,
subalit ang nasa’y tanging halimuyak.
Iba sa bagwis kong luksa ang nagtatak,
sa mata ng iba’y isa lamang hamak.

Ako’y dahop-palad, niring mundo’y aba,
sa utos ng puso, ikaw’y sinasamba.
O! ang saklap naman, umagos ang luha,
pagkat lumilihis ang ating tadhana.

At niring landas ta’y lalong pinaglayo,
nang ikaw’y nabihag ng hari ng mundo.
Buong taglay niya’y di tapat na puso, 
tanging hangad lamang ang kagandahan mo.

Sinta ko ano pa ang aking magawa,
kung sa ngalan ng Diyos kayo’y tinali na?
Daloy ng tadhana’y mababago pa ba’t,
panaho’y balikang ikaw’y malaya pa?

Bihag ka na ngayong walang kalayaan, 
hawak ang mundo mo ng lilong nilalang
Wari'y isang ibong ang lipad may hanggan,
at ang yamang pakpak, dustang tinalian. 

Paano O! Sinta yaring abang buhay?
Ikaw’y tanging pintig nitong pusong malumbay.
Kung ikaw ang buhay ng buhay kong taglay,
Sa iyo mabigo’y sukat ng mamatay.

Subalit nasa kong lumawig sa mundo,
sapagkat buhay pa niring pag-ibig ko.
At ikaw O! Sintang namugad sa puso,
napanagimpan kong pinaghintay ako. 

Sa harap ng hirap na di masawata,
tanging asam ko’y lalaya ka Sinta.
At itong pagtiis ay alay ko Mutya,
mula sa puso kong nagdadaralita.

Maghihintay ako sa pagkakahugnos,
sa tanikala **** higpit na gumapos,
sa kalayaan na lubhang nabusabos,
at mariing dulot, galak na di lubos.

Ang aking paghintay akay ng pag-asa,
lawig ng pag-asa’y kambal ang pagdusa.
At ang dukhang pusong batis ng dalita,
tila pinagyakap ang pag-asa’t luha.

O! aking minahal ako’y maghihintay,
kahit walang hanggang paglubog ng araw.
Magtitiis ako sa gabing mapanglaw,
hanggang sa pagsilang ng bukang liwayway.

Yaong sinag nito’y ganap na tatapos, 
sa dilim na dulot ng dusa’t gipuspos.
Sinag na tutuyo sa luhang umagos, 
niring mga matang namumugtong lubos.

Yaong pamimitak ng mithing umaga,
araw na mabihis ng mga ligaya,
ang buhay kong abang tinigmak ng luha,
mula sa kandungan niring Gabing luksa.

Maghihintay ako sa gitna ng dusa, 
kapiling ang munting kislap ng pag-asa.
Magtitiis kahit sanlibong pagluha,
hanggang sa panahong muli kang lalaya.

Maghihintay akong di hadlang ang pagal, 
kahit ang panaho’y lalakad ng bagal.
Magtitiis ako pagkat isang tunay
itong pag-ibig kong sa puso’y bumukal.

Maghihintay kahit dulong walang hanggan,
na pagdaralita’t mga kapanglawan
Kahit di tiyak kong muling sisilang,
ang bukang liwayway na tanging inasam.

©Raffy Love Canoy |May 2019|

Naglalaro tayo,
Pero hindi parang biro.
Mayroong taya,
Pero hindi alam kung sino.
At walang tayo,
Pero sana’y parehas na manalo.

Sisilip ang pusong walang pagkukunwari.
At sa tikas at dunong ng iyong pananampalataya,
Pawang gabay sa nauuhaw na sandali.
Ang baryang sentimo’y itinabi nang kusa,
Pagkat umuusbong ang pagsinta
Sa para sanang taglagas na paghinga.

Nais kong siyasatin ang maamo **** mukha
At ang pagkukumbaba’y batid kong patas at di ulila.
Iyong mga kamay, yapos silang mga uhaw
At ang tula’y binalot ng pakikipaghimagsikan.

Dukha ang pag-ibig ko,
Bagkus hindi mamamalimos.
At sa mala-larong pag-iibigan,
Magwawagi rin tayo.

Sapat na ang nalalabing mga sandali’t
Armas nati’y ibibigkis pa rin sa Langit.
Pagkat hindi lilisanin ang Harding may bukal ng pag-ibig.

Tataya ako’t hindi ka muna gigisingin
Sa himbing ng paghikbi’y, ako’y gapos ng katotohanan.
Sinta, hintay lamang; pagkat matatapos din ang laro
Gigising tayong muli’t bibihisan ng pagsuyo.

on edges of swing set of summer of child
I grow -- a rust abloom while ghosts
of women once called "mother" do push
a wind a creak a falling leaf feathering
downward, candied sentiment traveling
forward

for hope for empty swing to fill to turn
the chronometer back to *12 noon, March 6, 1972

Let’s start with a reminder:
President Harding,
President Woodrow Wilson,
President McKinley,
President Calvin Coolidge
& President Harry S. Truman--
Harry giving them hell in my lifetime,
In my time—
An ever so proximate reminder--
These were all Presidents of the U.S. of A.
Also, KKK Members.
Warren G. Harding, for Christ’s sake,
Was actually sworn into the Ku Klux ****,
At a **** ceremony
Astonishingly conducted,
Inside the White House,
Presided over by Wizard Imperial of the Day,
The Honorable Colonel Simmons.
And I may as well throw in
Justice Hugo of the Supreme Court
Hugo Black in white robes,
While we’re on the subject of cultural memory,
To wit: the one Branch where Fairness
Is supposed to go with the territory.

You want to talk about race?
Hey, don’t get me started.

"Still water runs deep." - Yiddish Proverb*

To sail within a boat
never rocked or tucked within a sea.
Long grass kissing the bow.
Mosquito hum, siren stand-in.

Brother big, brother strong.
I, the groove of big brother's elbow.
Clothes on the line.
Canary yellow, A-line dress.
The spring girls swelling, rippling
from the bashful shore.

Big brother hold me over edge.
My arms, my oars.
Splashing pasture, blades receding.
Adults at birthday parties.

Brother big, brother mast.
Climb.
Not only sail, but zephyr, I.
Snake through Rusty Bike River,
the tributary.
Spill.
Into the wide, into the Harding Family Ocean.

Where dolls, hair frayed and faces smooshed,
lounge half-submerged and mostly forgotten.
Where sea dogs test chain, test spike.
Eye the confident chickens strolling dock.
And then Mother turns on porch lamp,
soft words, ebbing to lighthouse.

Brother big, big brother.
My arms, my arms.

i wrote this to tell you all the things you'll never get to know about me

you will never get to know what i taste like with all 90 days under my belt

you'll never get to know how i handle the anniversary of my mother's death
or what watching my father die does to me

you'll never get to see me bailing my little brother out of jail
or find out about how i don't smile the same way anymore after serving two years inside

you'll never see me on my wedding day
and you will never hear me tell you "i do" or that i love you

or hear me announce that my wife is pregnant
and you'll certainly never get to meet my baby girl and she'll have eyes just like her mama

you will never hear me come home from work when we're in our late thirties and i always have a good reason to bring flowers

you won't ever find out what my favorite song is when i'm mowing the lawn out back
and you won't be there when i decide to press charges on the man that hurt me


my point is
you're gone.
and honestly, you might not care. you might not ever even think of me again.
but you will never get to know me.
and for that i am thankful

Anger so deep
The journey so far
The pain so real
Pain so real that it makes time stands still
I am overwhelmed by my demons
I am forced to question the person am
I question why, just why I seemed to be far removed from this place
Dark cold and lonely pain is my new place.
By Oscar Harding

Man, don’t talk that ****--I ain’t but six-eleven, maybe,
But, pretend as he might, Reggie was seven-foot, legit,
And as bad a cat as ever took the court at Eastern High,
But bad off the court, too, took the neighborhood with him,
Wherever he went--man just couldn’t shake Mack Avenue,
And when the pros just decided
He wasn’t worth the trouble any more,
He had nowhere to go but back home, and nothin’ to work with
Save havin’ a big hand to pull a trigger with
(And that wasn’t getting him too far, like there wasn’t anyone
Who didn’t know who Reggie was),
And at some point you end up on the wrong end of the barrel,
Then nothin’ left to do
‘Cept try to wrestle what remained of the man
Into some huge-*** coffin
(Word was Mike Storen from the Pacers paid for it,
Even though Reggie had threatened to shoot his *** on live TV),
And word was when they got him to the graveyard
The coffin wouldn’t fit in the hole straight-in,
So they had to snap off a couple of the handles
And wedge him in all kitty-corner.
Man, I hope that story’s true,
Folks from the neighborhood used to say,
It wouldn’t be Reggie if he went straight.

Manaka-naka kong binisita ang 'yong munting tahanan
Siniyasat kung may bagong kagamitan o panauhing pinaunlakan
Sinuri ang katibaya't karupukan ng dating kagamitan
Repasuhin ang pundasyong itinukod ng nakaraan

At sa muli kong pagbisita sa 'yong tahanan
May bago akong nadatnan– nag-iba ang 'yong kinahihiligan
Hindi na aso kundi pusa ang paborito **** alagaan
Pati pintura ng 'yong munting tahana'y sya ring pinalitan
Ang dating itim ay tuluyang naging luntian
Maging ang pader nito'y simentado na't hindi kawayan
Pagbabago nga ba? o isinaayos lang?

T'wing bibisita ako sa 'yong tahanan
Dati-rati'y umaabot pa sa 'yong pintuan
Datapwat ngayo'y hanggang tarangkahan na lamang
Nananatiling nakamasid sa 'yong bakuran
Sa harding dati'y mirasol pa ang namumukadkad at hindi rosas
Sa bagong panauhing pinapasok sa pintuan
Pinaunlaka't nilaanan ng oras
Sa mga larawan niyang nakasabit sa dingding na dati'y mukha ko ang nilalaman
Nakatanaw;
Sa tahanang minsan ako'y nanahan
Sa tahanang tuluyan ko nang nilisan

-SLE