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Eugene Aug 2016
Sa probinsiyang kinalakihan ko,
Bata man o matanda ay nagtatrabaho.
Sa lugar kung saan marami ang tanim na tubo,
Lahat ay maagang gumigising at nagbabanat ng buto.

Sa malawak na lupain sinimulan nilang magtanim,
Mula umaga, tanghali, at hanggang pagsapit ng dilim.
Hindi inaalintana ang init, sakit, at hapdi na kinikimkim,
Maitawid lamang sa gutom ang pamilyang pinatitikim.

Kahit kapiranggot man ang kanilang kinikita,
O minsan wala talagang may madudukot sa bulsa,
Ngiti sa kanilang labi'y hindi mawala-wala,
Pagka't pamilya ay tunay na mahalaga sa kanila.

Puso ko'y nahahabag, nalulungkot, at nagsusumamo,
Sanay mapansin sila ng mga tao sa gobyerno,
Dagdagan sana nila ang kita ng mga manggagawang sinsero,
Sa pagtatrabaho nang buong puso at may totoong prinsipyo.

Magsasaka man sila, ****, haciendero, o barbero,
Pantay-pantay sana ang pagtingin natin sa mga ito.
Kung wala sila, paano ang bansa natin aasenso?
Manggagawa po sila, nilikha ng Diyos bilang tao.


Nawa'y mapakinggan bawat nilang gusto,
Itaas ang kita ng manggagawang Pilipino.
Kumilos na sana ang ating gobyerno,
Huwag nilang hayaang sila'y magpakalayo-layo.
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
A CV's like a baby, it has to
first sit before it crawls and
then it stands before it walks...
step by step till it's grown
and too fat for its
bearer to carry.
Some skip a stage,
but such a miracle's
rare even in the
professional
and business
world.
ryn Feb 2016
I once professed my love to the wind...*    

I had professed that I admired the way
     it had caressed my face.  
           The way it cupped my cheeks    
   and combed through
                 my tousled hair.

I once professed my love to the wind...    

I had professed that I was infinitely enamoured        
with its playful but gentle ways.            
The way it would upset            
the serenity of my clothes.      
          The way it would engulf me cool        
on a hot sunny day. 

I once professed my love to the wind...    

I had professed that I get addicted to the way
it would reach into my lungs  
and abscond with my breath.    
Leaving me asphyxiated for a brief moment      
before mischievously  
introducing new air;
hale and fresh.  

I still profess my love to the wind...    

I'd profess my adoration for the way    
she fills my sails full      
and my heart full of hope.        
For I am a lone sailor        
in a crowded ocean.      
Sailing in a vessel bound for nowhere...      
Traversing time and space      
with my love, my breeze...          
my air.              

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