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Heto, bibilangin ko na naman ang araw,
Uno, dos, tres, at mapapahintong bigla sa ikaapat.
Hindi batid ang tamang oras
O hatian ng minuto't pag-istambay sa segundo,
Bagkus, iyon ang eksaktong araw.

Panahon na siguro para maisalta ang salita
Sa puso **** tila nakakahon pa't hindi pa malaya,
Sa pagbubukambibig ng itinabing damdamin,
Sa paglisan sa ipinaubaya **** pangakong
Minsang pinanghawakan ng pusong hindi pinagdamutan.

Kung pipili ako ng salita, baka maubos ito sa kawalan;
Gaya ng pagtampisaw ng bituin sa kalangitan.
Baka malusaw ito gaya ng yelong nakatiwangwang,
At masayang ang tubig na sana'y sagot sa uhaw.
O baka mapudpod gaya ng posporo,
Paulit-ulit na sinubok ng pagkakataon,
Bagkus hindi maisindi ang pag-ibig,
Kaya nanatiling walang pahiwatig.
At biglang itatapon, ikakahon ang natitirang damdamin,
Itatago, hanggang sa magkataong kailangan na talaga.

Panalangin ko'y magpalakas ka sa pananampalataya,
Wag **** lingunin ang nakaraan, at taglayin mo ang Liwanag.
Kung napapagal na'y, wag kang hihinto,
Bagkus, mas kumapit ka pa sa may mas mataas na pangako.

Narito ako't hindi tatalikod sayo,
Susuportahan ka kahit hindi mo makita ang pag-alalay.
Panalangin ko'y tapusin mo ang laban,
At mas masilayan ang kagintuan ng Haring Araw,
Wag kang mabubulag sa mukhang may ilaw.
Tingnan mo ang pawang mga kamay,
At wag matakot sa pagsuntok sa hangin,
Pagkat iilag ang sitwasyon,
Bagkus binibilang Niya ang lakas at determinasyon.
Mas ialay ang puso sa Kanya,
Higit pa para sa pag-ibig na inantala.

Hayaan **** makinig ang puso mo,
Pagkat nanalangin ang puso ko.
Kahit minsa'y kaylayo, kahit hindi ko madipa-dipa.
At sa paghihintay natin sa tamang panahon,
Kaya ko nang sambitin ang estado ng puso.
Hindi sa paghain ng mga letra sa pawang mga mata,
Na tila mananatili na lang sa papel na hindi nababasa.

Pag muling nagtagpo,
Ako mismo ang haharap sayo,
Pero tandaan **** baka wala akong masambit.
Hindi dahil mahina't naubos na ang lakas ng loob,
Bagkus, hindi ako makapapaniwala
Na ang oras ay tunay at eksakto para sa pagkikita.

Hindi ko mapipigil ang pagluha buhat sa saya,
Pagkat ang kabiyak ng pusong minsang nasugatan at hinulma'y
Kaya nang matitigan kahit hindi na magbilangan ng oras.
Mayayakap na hindi lang dahil sa pagmamahal,
Bagkus, pahiwatig sa pasasalamat na tunay ngang ikaw.

Pag-ibig Niya ang dahilan
Kung bakit patuloy na naghihintay,
At kung bakit patuloy kang ipinaglalaban,
Patuloy na ibinabatak sa Maykapal.

Sa Kanya ang papuri sa umusbong na damdamin,
Ang pag-ibig ko sayong patuloy na nananatili.
Oo, isinapuso ko ang pag-ibig ko sayo't
Pinili kong pillin ka, sa kabila nang tila magulong anggulo.

Ganoon ang pag-ibig ko,
Hindi mo masusukat, bagkus kaya Niyang higitan pa.
Kaya't hindi ako lumaban, pagka't mas iniibig ko rin Siya.
Hindi mo mababasa, pagkat Siya ang may katha.
At kung anuman ang nilalaman ng pusong may sagot,
Sana'y katimbang nito ang damdaming ipinaglalaban.

At kung kinaya nating magkanya-kanyang kasama Siya,
Mas kakayanin na nating magkaisa para rin sa Kanya.
At saka na natin sabay na ibabandera Kanyang Ngalan.
At pawang magiging patunay sa pag-ibig na nakapaghihintay.

Tila kayhirap bigkasin, kahit apat lamang ang kataga.
Mahal kita, sana makarating sayo,
Sa tamang panaho'y magpalitan nga ng kataga.
Sana ikaw ang unang magpatimbang sa Kanya,
Maniniwala akong makararating sa patutunguhan
Ang liham ng pusong may totoong damdamin.
Para sa taong pinagdarasal ko, maghihintay ako.
Idiosyncrasy Aug 2015
When you said hello,
You never knew
How my heart jumped with joy.

And when you said goodbye,
You never knew
How my heart crashed into the ground.

*I was like deafened
To every good morning and hi,
There are no more hello's for me.
Jeremiah Mhlongo May 2015
Strangers are just people we might meet again,
A hello changes it all,
Give it a try,
You'll know not a stranger any more.
A little reminder
Lora Cerdan Dec 2014
Tonight the lights are on and the night is surprisingly warm
and despite the joy, the smiles
and the merriment
The thought of tomorrow still makes me cringe
Like how the Grinch hates Christmas
I hate how the season always reminds me of what's left, what's missing and what has changed
And how lonely it is to be a skeptic
when everyone else believes
how awful it is to know that all of us
are pretending
so no one will know how the dark clouds are consuming us
and no amount of presents or kisses or hugs
is ever going to fill that void
and despite the Christmas sweaters
we still feel cold
despite the smiles
we still feel like frauds
with our hearts
growing molds
I hope your Christmas is as happy as you're pretending it to be.
VENUS62 Dec 2014
Kids all over the world
Send their prayers skyward
Hoping for something
That’ll make them dance and sing

Ring the bells, ring the bells
Of merriment and joy
Santa dear, Santa dear
Bring me my little toy

Dashing through December
Over the world he flies
Sliding down through chimneys
Bringing many a surprise

Ring the bells, ring the bells
Of laughter and of peace
Santa dear, Santa dear
Bless my home too, please

Wipe away our tears
Take away our fears
Let our hearts mingle
Let no heart stay single

Ring the bells, ring the bells
Of friendship and of love
Santa dear, Santa dear
Bless this world too now

Jingle bells Jingle bells
Jingle all the way!
Phoenix Rising Dec 2014
Welcome to Hello Poetry
and thanks for following me.
I know it can be tough when you start,
but your poems are always great if they are from the heart.
You'll stay up late awake at night
staring at your computer light
with no thoughts coming to your mind,
ticking your fingers on the keyboard while your teeth grind.
This poem is a thanks
for the times you deal with blanks.
The times you know are tough,
I, too, am familiar with how rough
that feels.
And I swear it never heals,
only goes away temporarily
just to smack you more disparagingly.

So, here's to the poets
who are so fixated on blemishes that they don't even know it.
Eyes fixed on the screen
scanning through the lines.
Sipping a cup of tea,
or listening to music while reading.
Reading over and over again
to analyze every bits of words.
Peeking back to the home screen
then head back to this page again,
just to **** some empty time.


You have forgotten what you have read seconds ago,
you started reading all over again.
You scan through the white and black background,
and you stopped reading from boredom..

oh wait, don't stop here.







Well Hello Readers, it's my GREETINGS to you!
random stuff, searching for more inspiration now.... :(
Come closer.
You don't need
to be

**alone.
Loneliness is an option, but not a very happy one.
True blue and cleared sky
Where the pasture meets the woodland
And the current meets the past —
That is where I’ll meet you.

Evening falls,
And the field glows
Burgundy,
I’ll come near you.

The sky is a well of inky black
Pinpricked with diamonds,
Still, I’ll be so near.

We will languish in the woods,
Forge friendships with the trees.
When the trees got tire of us,
We will go
Befriend the tall grass.

Such are the inhabitants of this place—
This place
Where the pasture meets the woodland.
And you and I,
Oh dear companion,
Will slip into their ordinary,
While remaining wholly in our own
very extraordinary
And these hours
It counts for you!

(12/9/13 @xirlleelang)
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