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raquezha Sep 2019
Kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpadangat kan búlan.
Dae niya hinahâbon an banggí,
Pinapaluwas niya an gayón kan diklóm.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan urán.
Dae niya binabasa an háwak,
Nililinigan niya lang an atî kan kalág ta.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan duros.
Dae siya nawáwarâ,
Pinaparahay niya an satuyang sadkíri sa kada paghángos ta.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan saldáng.
Dae ka susulô sa kaláyo na tinatao niya,
An sulô na hali saiya an mapagayón kan agihan.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan bitóon.
Bako lang kintab an dara,
Pinapagirumduman kita na maski
an kagadánan kayang pagsuwáyonan duwang puso.

Asin kun síring,
ika mamoót
Mamoót bako lang bilang parte,
kundi arog kan bílog na kinâban.

Mamoót ka arog kan bílog na kinâban.
Orignal Title: "And if you are to love" by Jasleen Kalra
Translated in Bicol Language by Jan Celada
raquezha Apr 2018
Kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpadangat kan búlan.
Dae niya hinahâbon an banggí,
Pinapaluwas niya an gayón kan diklóm.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan urán.
Dae niya binabasa an háwak,
Nililinigan niya lang an atî kan kalág ta.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpadángat kan duros.
Dae siya nawáwarâ,
Pinaparahay niya an satuyang sadkíri sa kada paghángos ta.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan saldáng.
Dae ka susulô sa kaláyo na tinatao niya,
An sulô na hali saiya an mapagayón kan agihan.

Asin kun ika mamoót,
Mamoót arog kan pagpagdángat kan bitóon.
Bako lang kintab an dara,
Pinapagirumduman kita na maski
an kagadánan kayang pagsuwáyonan duwang puso.

Asin kun síring,
ika mamoót
Mamoót bako lang bilang parte,
kundi arog kan bílog na kinâban.

Mamoót ka arog kan bílog na kinâban.
Orignal Title: "And if you are to love" by Jasleen Kalra
Translated in Bicol Language by Jan Celada
Just you and me and the silence in between things
hello cruel world, once more Venus in pearls
hollow echo:
the only way to conquer your fears is to face them,

to splinter a beady eye with glowing heart
first explode out your heart and intellect
combined in a style not
unlike Omega man.

to
ritualise the intent
to
combine the helix
to
hypothesise the meaningful
to
to forge cast irons in the realms of
the imagination

Fky high Omega, manufactured man
manufacture ideals
create new deals
and fielding questions from
professors draped in death black cloth;

Try and just lie back and relax
lie back and relax
relax,
relax.

It's worth not thinking too hard,
being silent in your  backyard
it's worth keeping that silence
as it's golden, yes
sometimes it is golden,
always it is golden.

sometimes the silence is all we have
and all we should have,
it's the unsaid things that hit you most
on dark nights, unsettled in a house that
shall not breed indifference
this poet writes in the third person.

In a forth wave of inspiration
something emerges which
seemed previously impossible;

Happiness, contentment
a form of therapy, a method
that does not breed indifference

These words are my fire
these words are my soul
please take my words
and burn them
into yourselves

cage your skin, and enjoy the silence because it's
where we all will one day return to globe of
warmth, death, a deep slumber, an afternoon spent napping
by a fire.

An ambience of merry mourning. Sunlight drapes in through window
reminding me of her. Ethereal glow, sheltered presence.
Who is she? And who am I,  
really?

the silence ringing
Ringing, ringing
soul singing, singing
words collapsing
worlds collapsing

language is a power
unlock yours
and smile.
Smile wider than the sun
knowing all will be well
and all is.

the silence ringing ringing, ringing,
soul singing, singing
words collapsing
worlds collapsing
worlds collapsing
Jack Thompson Nov 2015
I tried...
But I don't know if there are the words.
In either language I know.
To describe just how special you are.
To me.

I'll keep looking...
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015

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