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Jun Lit Oct 2020
Takot pag naalala ko
Dating mga "R" na bagyo
Lakas walang sinasanto
Ruping, Rosing, Reming, 'nay ko!
The Philippines has a system of naming typhoons when they enter the Philippine area of responsibility. From my memory, many typhoon whose names start with "R" have been very devastating, so much so that the local meteorological agency has retired at least 4 R names because of the immense damage to lives and property.
Jun Lit Sep 2020
They came first for the Communists
And I did not speak out
Because I am not a Communist

Then they came for the immigrants
And I did not speak out
Because I am not an immigrant

Then they came for the feminists, and gays, and lesbians
And I did not speak out, never shouting out that Love is love
Because I was not a woman, neither a gay, lesbian, nor a feminist

Then they killed the blacks
And I did not speak out
Because I am colored, but not black.

Then they persecuted scientists just like in Bolshevik Russia, Chinese Cultural Revolution, and ignored, defunded them just like in present-day strongman regimes
And I did not speak out, never shouting out that Science is real
Because I live in a democratic state, with advanced science and technology.

Then they killed botanists like Leonard Co and companions
While doing fieldwork in the Philippines
And I did not speak
Because I am not a botanist, and I don’t go on fieldwork in those places.

Then they killed Lumads, and burned Lumad schools
And I did not speak,
Because I am not a Lumad, and I went to a prestigious university.

Then one day, they came for me
And there was no one left
To speak out for me.
an expanded paraphrase of Martin Niemöller’s First they came, a poem that deals with themes of personal responsibility, among several others; a reaction to a comment on a botanist friend’s post on a poster dealing with inclusivity in science; Leonard Co was a Filipino botanist who was killed along with other field companions and technicians, while doing fieldwork, purportedly mistaken for rebels but his killers have never been arrested and justice remains elusive; Lumads are non-Muslim indigenous peoples in Mindanao, often in far-flung areas that are also targets of mining activities. With assistance from non-government organizations, Lumad groups have established Lumad schools in answer to the need for their children's education, such schools now being targets of destruction in the guise of fighting leftist rebels.
Jun Lit Aug 2020
Ilang dekada na ba ang lumipas
mula nang huling namúti
ng mga labong sa kawayanan
sa dulo ng kapirasong lupang
minana sa kanunuan ng angkan?

May bakas pa sa daanan ang dug-out
na tinabunan na ng mga naputol
na sanga at mga winalis na dahon,
naputol na sanga at bubot na bunga
ng mga chico, caimito at mangga,
na palaging inaakyat ng mga kuya
at nang-iinggit pa kunwari tuwina
at pagkababa’y mamimigay rin pala -
dug-out na tagapagligtas, taguan
noong panahong tila baga’y kani-kanina
lamang, sa mga mababangis na kempeitai,
sa malupit na pandaigdigang giyera.

Halos nalipol ang angkang bansag ay bisero,
umangat sa buhay dulot ng mga alagang kabayo
pagkatapos ng Liberation naging kaminero
mga kabayo’y kinatay ng mga bakero
na sila ring nambayoneta ng maraming tao
pagsaksak patulák sa balong igiban ng baryo
pati mga musmos at mga inang nagpapasuso
kulóng sa kamalig, sinunog nang buhay, at naabó.

Tila nakalimutan na ang madilim na nakaraan
at walang napulot na aral sa kasaysayan
ngunit natakpan man ng ningning ng mga ilaw-neon
at malawak na highway ang dating batalan at tuklong
Ang lansa ng dugong namuo sa balon sa sinturisan,
palaging nagpapaala-ala ng damdaming kinukuyom.

At ngayon,
wala nang mananakop na Hapon.
pero may pumapasok na bagong panginoon -
Handa nang himurin ang puwit ng mga Tsinong maton.
Brewed Coffee - 11; 11th in a series of poems mostly focusing on my memories of Lipa, the place of my birth, childhood and teenage years.
Jun Lit Jul 2020
I thought I saw you smile
beneath the face mask of cottony clouds
hovering just below your scarred forehead.
The distance made your tall trees
dark green and miniature
but their caring crowns I'm sure
were waving hellos to me -
"Come and visit us beshie!"

Yes Best Friend! To go up and see you
has been a desire so ardent
It's been a long, long while . . .
To touch the earth, to be kissed by the sun,
to be blessed by drizzle or dew
or even the sweet *** of plant lice
they all are old friends, always good as new.

When cicadas serenade, as birds played their fiddles
and crickets chirp and little tree frogs tweet,
the butterflies do their pirouettes and pax de deus
some even skip or strut to chorus lines of blue,
and all skinks silently watch in awe.

The fallen leaves are now a thick carpet.
The tiger leeches miss their regular blood donors.
The big-jawed ants patrol the trails but see no intruders,
as termite workers and roaches do their routines
among the fallen logs. Life goes on there.

I wish I could bathe my spirit again
in your clean, virus-free air.
beshie - recently popular generic nickname for best friend
Jun Lit May 2020
Daydreams neath your crown
There young Tarzan mimics swung
I struck my first gold.
Dedicated to an Indian rubber tree planted in front of the Biological Sciences Building (LB Uichanco Hall) in the University of the Philippines Los Baños, from where I collected the type specimens of my first new species of mealybug.
Jun Lit Apr 2020
Squabbles over scrabble,
Dictionary over google.
Gadgets settle,
Lovers quarrel.
Millenior is coined from Millennials and Seniors - arbitrarily somewhere between ages 50 and 65 or older - LOL
Jun Lit Apr 2020
Flying kisses,
        smiling glances,
        heartfelt wishes . . .
Little things,
        mountainous meanings.
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