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Anais Vionet Jun 3
Love is a bit of comedy, so be rough with love.

He arranges her one way and then another,
in itchy dissatisfaction. She surrenders to the role
like a silent bystander, a plaything in the hands
of impatience - what does he want?

“Like this,” he says in a schoolteacher’s voice.

The imbalance of power, the almost impersonal
manipulations, the momentum toward surrender,
and then the shocking, primal desire - to meld -
like a gunshot in a canyon long thought empty.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Meld: "to combine, blend or mix together."
Zywa May 16
With a gentle urge

the drums of love are beating --


open all my doors.
"TGTT" ("Too Good to Title", 1968, Duke Ellington, album "Second Sacred Concert"), performed by Steven Kamperman (clarinet), Berry van Berkum (*****), Dion Nijland (double bass), Joost Buis (trombone) and Ruben Drent (trumpet) on May 14th, 2022 in the Organpark

Collection "org anp ark" #206
SYL May 11
051022

At sumapit na nga araw ng paghuhusga
Kung saan hindi na pulso ng taumbayan
Ang ating sisiyasatin
Kundi ang puso ng bawat Pilipinong
Sumasambit ng “Mahal ko ang Pilipinas.”

Sabi ng iilan,
“Mahirap raw mahalin ang Pilipinas”
Iniisip ko paminsan,
Sapat na nga ba ang pagiging makabayan? Sapat ba?
Ang panunumpa ng bawat Juan
Sa watawat na ayaw sana nating dungisan
Ngunit tayu-tayo rin ang nagwawasto
Sa paningin nating madayang pagpili
Ng lipunang ating sinumpaan.

Kung hindi ako naniniwala sa Poong Maykapal,
Baka hindi ako titigil katatalak ng bumubugso kong damdamin,
At sasabihin ko na lamang
Na ito ang paraan para ako’y makatindig
Para sa bayang Pilipinas.

Ngunit, sa kabilang banda’y
Binabaling ko na lamang ang paghuhusga
Sa tunay ngang nasa tronong
Hindi na kailangang luklukin pa.

Naniniwala akong ang pag-asa
Ay hindi natin maaaring itaya
Sa sarili nating mga palad
Na kalauna’y mapupuno rin ng mga kalyo’t
Babalik din lamang sa alikabok.

Ano pa nga ba ang ating ipinaglalaban?
Sino ba ang ating kalaban?
At para kanino nga ba tayo naninindigan?

Baka sa kasisigaw nati’y
Hindi lamang boses ang mawala sa atin,
Maaring nakawin din ang ating mga lakas at oras
Na sana’y ibinabaling natin
Sa pagpapalaganap ng natatanging katotohanang
Buhay ang ating Panginoong Hesus
At ang magandang balita’y
Nakadikit sa kanyang Ngalan.

Sinasabi kasi nating naghihinagpis
Ang ating mga kababayan
Kaya tayo na lamang
Ang magsisilbing mga boses para sa kanila.
Ngunit hanggang kailan ba matatapos
Ang sinasabi nating pakikibaka para sa mga nasa laylayan?
At ano nga ba ang dulo ng bawat hiningang napapagal na?

Sana hindi tayo tumigil sa paraang alam lamang natin,
Sana mahanap natin ang ating mga sariling
Nananatiling may pananampalataya
Sa Diyos na Syang may lalang sa sanlibutan.
Sana wag na tayong mag-alinlangan pang lumukso
Sa kung saan nga ba tayo pinasusuong ng Maykapal
At sana mahanap natin ang halaga natin
Sa presensya Nyang kayang pumuno ng bawat kakulangan.

At dito na rin ako pansamantalang magtatapos —
Pilipinas, gumising nang may pag-asa
Pagkat hindi natutulog ang ating Diyos!
Pilipinas, mahal kita at mas mamahalin pa
At patuloy kitang ipaglalaban
Hindi gamit ang mga armas na panukso't patibong ng mundo,
Titindig ako sa kadahilanang hindi lamang ako isang Pilipino —
Titindig ako para kay Hesus na aking pinaniniwalaan.
Salamat Ama, Sa'yo ang aming Bayan.
My Dear Poet May 9
You can take
every part
of my heart
the truth
and the lies
every page
from the start
but please
give me
your eyes

You can steal
my will
every seal
of my soul
every piece
of the whole
take my breath
and my sighs
but please
give me
your eyes

You can take
every chapter
for free
every part
you can see
what lives
and what dies
but leave
me your eyes
please

take all
you can find
from the lines
of my mind
to every piece
you can break
leave nothing
behind
so may I
for my sake
make your eyes
mine
I need you to see
every part of me
you take
SYL Apr 25
031222 #2:02AM

What if today’s my last day?
Then I would share about You
To every people I meet
And I would testify how You have saved me.

I would go to the people
You want to send me
And tell them what You wanna tell them
And I will be unashamed
As what You have called me to be.

What if it’s my last breath?
Then I would breathe singing how great You are
I would no longer beg You to save me
From what’s in this world
But I will entrust You, my soul.
I will let go and tell You
That I commit my spirit.

And if it’s my last poem to write
Then I would no longer utter my desires
But I will let You use my hands
To speak the truth
And how You wanted to save everyone
From the burning furnace of eternal fire
But to welcome them in Your Kingdom
Where there will no longer be tears
There will be no pain
And even death is gain
Because You are the anthem of our soul.

If saying goodbye today
Means my full surrender to You,
Then I would lay my burdens down
And entrust you my longing heart.

If to welcome You means
To destroy every stronghold that surrounds me
Then I would allow Your fire to consume me
And to check my heart in every test that You allow.

And if today I’m gonna see You,
Oh Lord, please accept my spirit
Accept me in Your Kingdom.

But now that I still have a breath of life,
Then allow me to align myself
In the movement and revolution
Of the pouring of Your Holy Spirit.

Let me speak even in the chains of my insecurities
And find myself secured in the realm of Your presence
Let Your holiness show me
That I am nothing without You.

Let me experience
How is it to become a vessel of Your goodness
And to ensure the pain that You allowed
To manifest Your power in my weakness
And make others witness
That You are the God who will save me.

And may I fight this battle
With full trust in You alone
And to believe that You will make a way
And You have the last Word,
You have the final say, oh Lord.

And You are not just Jesus,
You are my God, my Savior
And You are my Hope.
Thank You, Jesus Christ.
Glenn Currier Feb 26
Across the burnt field
I carry my load
I pierce the smoky expanse
my energy flags
I yearn for rest
but the burden gets heavier
I am alone
and slog for both of us.

I converse with my mind:
“Please, a small spell
to float this flood
to higher ground.
Find an ounce of push,
then I can unravel.”

A midnight exhaustion overtakes me
I lay depleted
at wits end
I pray
a surrender
concede
abandon
my self
gaunt, frail, devoid.

Before sleep an appeal
to a power greater than me
deliver me from these ashes.
After a complex surgery my wife is in a painful period of recovery. Together with the help of friends who bring food and love, and with divine assistance, we will make it. BTW, the prayer worked. I woke up the next day refreshed and ready for what would come.
Zywa Dec 2021
She gives me a kiss

with her sweet mouth of candy


floss sticking to me.
Collection "Between where"
Zywa Nov 2021
As a baby, I

had a lot of fun falling --


into daddy's hands.
Collection "WoofWoof"
Isaac afunadhula Oct 2021
Let it be by the winter storm that I find my worth
As I stand in your love that's undeniable
Living in the freedom that you died for is my desire
I stand in the grace that goes on forever
In You I will rest and find peace
You alone deserve the praise Jesus
I surrender Lord as l sing through the night of your goodness to me
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