"baku" poems - Hello Poetry

Mahigit pitumpu't limang porsyento Niyurak ng matinding alon Walang awa ang haplos Ang yapos na nakagigimbal Kinitil hindi lamang ang buhay Gayundin ang hanapbuhay. Ni hindi masisid ang perlas Na ngayong may takip sa ibabaw Nabibilang ang lumalangoy Kaawa-awang gambalain At hablutin sa laot nang walang muang Ngunit anong siyang magiging sapit? Kung sila'y hahayaang hindi nakagapos? At doon sa lambat ay patitiwarakin. Tinaguriang "No Build Zone" Ngunit naroon nakatirik ang bawat pundasyon Walang opsyon, pagkat ang gobyerno Kaytagal din nang pag-aksyon. Mula sa libu-libong tirahan sa Tent City Sila'y lilisan patungong Bunk House Transitional Shelter kuno Hanggang sa malipat At magkaroon ng panibagong tirahan. Doon sa Tacloban, May dalawang daan at apatnapu't anim na tirahan Bagkus ang nakalilim, apat na libong pamilya naman. Salamat sa mga NGOs Sa 9181 na Bunk House Sa gobyernong dapat na kikilos Kailan ba sisimulan ang pagbabago? Walong libong pabahay raw ang ginagawa 167 bilyon ang budget, Saan nga ba napunta? Ito ba'y binulsa? Comprehensive Rehabilitation Plan kung tinagurian Kay bango ng ngalan Bagkus umaalingasaw ang baho Ang kasiraan, ang kawalan ng aksyon Para sa bawat mamamayan. Sa dakong Guian, Eastern Samar Tatlong daang permanenteng pabahay raw Ngunit ni isang pundasyon ng naturang pabahay Tila naglaho pa rin ni Yolanda At walang bakas na pasisimulan. Sabi ni Pnoy, malinaw raw ang target Pero hanggang target na mga lang ba? Kailan ba sisimulan ang tuwid na daan? Baka naman baku-bako na Wala man lang pasabi sa kinauukulan. Kung ang hustisya'y hindi matugunan Sana ang kalamnan ng bawat biktima'y Syang agapang mapunan Kaawa-awa silang naghihikahos. Ang laki ng tulong ng mga karatig-bansa Ba't tila walang pakialam? Kayong mga nasa trono, Tayuan ang posisyon At serbisyo'y gawin nang totoo.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC

psalmiseta

Pagbangon Buhat kay Yolanda

Mahigit pitumpu't limang porsyento Niyurak ng matinding alon Walang awa ang haplos Ang yapos na nakagigimbal Kinitil hindi lamang ang buhay Gayundin ang hanapbuhay. Ni hindi masisid ang perlas Na ngayong may takip sa ibabaw Nabibilang ang lumalangoy Kaawa-awang gambalain At hablutin sa laot nang walang muang Ngunit anong siyang magiging sapit? Kung sila'y hahayaang hindi nakagapos? At doon sa lambat ay patitiwarakin. Tinaguriang "No Build Zone" Ngunit naroon nakatirik ang bawat pundasyon Walang opsyon, pagkat ang gobyerno Kaytagal din nang pag-aksyon. Mula sa libu-libong tirahan sa Tent City Sila'y lilisan patungong Bunk House Transitional Shelter kuno Hanggang sa malipat At magkaroon ng panibagong tirahan. Doon sa Tacloban, May dalawang daan at apatnapu't anim na tirahan Bagkus ang nakalilim, apat na libong pamilya naman. Salamat sa mga NGOs Sa 9181 na Bunk House Sa gobyernong dapat na kikilos Kailan ba sisimulan ang pagbabago? Walong libong pabahay raw ang ginagawa 167 bilyon ang budget, Saan nga ba napunta? Ito ba'y binulsa? Comprehensive Rehabilitation Plan kung tinagurian Kay bango ng ngalan Bagkus umaalingasaw ang baho Ang kasiraan, ang kawalan ng aksyon Para sa bawat mamamayan. Sa dakong Guian, Eastern Samar Tatlong daang permanenteng pabahay raw Ngunit ni isang pundasyon ng naturang pabahay Tila naglaho pa rin ni Yolanda At walang bakas na pasisimulan. Sabi ni Pnoy, malinaw raw ang target Pero hanggang target na mga lang ba? Kailan ba sisimulan ang tuwid na daan? Baka naman baku-bako na Wala man lang pasabi sa kinauukulan. Kung ang hustisya'y hindi matugunan Sana ang kalamnan ng bawat biktima'y Syang agapang mapunan Kaawa-awa silang naghihikahos. Ang laki ng tulong ng mga karatig-bansa Ba't tila walang pakialam? Kayong mga nasa trono, Tayuan ang posisyon At serbisyo'y gawin nang totoo.

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#032316 #TagkawayanBeachToPPC #HawlingDay Madaya ang dagat na tumatabi, Umiiwas sa lalim na walang lebel. Kung susukatin ang dipa ng pising ibinigkis, Milya ang distansya ng berde't kayumanggi. Pahiwatig ng hampas ng mga dahon, Kanila ang lupang may paghuhumaling sa nayon. Gayundin pala ang kurot Ng latigong pakpak ang armas. Hininga ay buhay Sa baku-bakong daang Nagmimintis sa tahanan. Ilang gulong na kaya ang nagpatalyer? At nausugan ng ilan pang mga panlupang sasakyan. Napapagod ang likido ng Langit Na siyang minsang lampas-lupang nagpakumbaba. Napapagod ang Ilaw Sa pagsirit ng kandilang hindi nauupos. O ang mga ibong pumapagaspas Sa ereng walang tiyak kung saan papadyak. May mga kasuotang gula-gulanit, Sila'y may mantsya't may kalakip na basbas. Hindi maititikom ang pagsampal ng paa, Mga paang piniling lumaya Kahit tadtad sila ng kalyo. Ganoon pala ang pagpihit ng duyang sandali lamang, Ihihile ka nang saglit, Sabay makikibaka sa panahong gusto niya. Simple ang buhay, Namamahinga't umiiling kadalasan. Ni ayaw ang gintong luha, Kalasag pala ng kanyang pagkatanda.

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Apr 3, 2016

Apr 3, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC

psalmiseta

Tagkawayan Beach

#032316 #TagkawayanBeachToPPC #HawlingDay Madaya ang dagat na tumatabi, Umiiwas sa lalim na walang lebel. Kung susukatin ang dipa ng pising ibinigkis, Milya ang distansya ng berde't kayumanggi. Pahiwatig ng hampas ng mga dahon, Kanila ang lupang may paghuhumaling sa nayon. Gayundin pala ang kurot Ng latigong pakpak ang armas. Hininga ay buhay Sa baku-bakong daang Nagmimintis sa tahanan. Ilang gulong na kaya ang nagpatalyer? At nausugan ng ilan pang mga panlupang sasakyan. Napapagod ang likido ng Langit Na siyang minsang lampas-lupang nagpakumbaba. Napapagod ang Ilaw Sa pagsirit ng kandilang hindi nauupos. O ang mga ibong pumapagaspas Sa ereng walang tiyak kung saan papadyak. May mga kasuotang gula-gulanit, Sila'y may mantsya't may kalakip na basbas. Hindi maititikom ang pagsampal ng paa, Mga paang piniling lumaya Kahit tadtad sila ng kalyo. Ganoon pala ang pagpihit ng duyang sandali lamang, Ihihile ka nang saglit, Sabay makikibaka sa panahong gusto niya. Simple ang buhay, Namamahinga't umiiling kadalasan. Ni ayaw ang gintong luha, Kalasag pala ng kanyang pagkatanda.

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nang dumating ako sa kalyeng puno ng alaala pinagmasdan ang kalsadang bagong gawa bakas pa rito ang pagdaan ng mga pison na pilit na pinapantay ang baku-bakong landas ng aking kinabukasan 'di pa gaanong tuyo ang itim na aspaltong kalalagay lang at sinusubukang takpan ang sementong 'di man lang nakatikim ng liwanag tulad ng aking puso ang aking pusong sa bawat tibok ay binubuhusan ng malagkit na aspalto ng pagkalimot at ang sementong balot na balot ng matigas at malutong na aspalto'y paulit-ulit na dinadaanan na tila walang pakialam sa kung gaano ba kasakit masagasaan nang paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit hanggang sa magkawatak-watak ang aspaltong kalasag ng semento mula sa liwanag at kung ito'y mangyari ay susubukan muling ayusin at bubuhusan ng mainit na aspalto upang takpan ang mga sugat at butas na sumisilip sa liwanag ngunit tulad ng pagdidilig sa patay na halaman o sa pagpilit na malimot ang minahal ay imposible at walang katuturan dahil ang nagagawa lamang ay baku-bakong kalsadang puno ng alaala at kung pagmamasdan ang kalyeng bagong gawa ay bakas ang paghihirap at pagpilit na ikubli ang itinatagong nakaraan

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC

lance-cecilia

aspalto

nang dumating ako sa kalyeng puno ng alaala pinagmasdan ang kalsadang bagong gawa bakas pa rito ang pagdaan ng mga pison na pilit na pinapantay ang baku-bakong landas ng aking kinabukasan 'di pa gaanong tuyo ang itim na aspaltong kalalagay lang at sinusubukang takpan ang sementong 'di man lang nakatikim ng liwanag tulad ng aking puso ang aking pusong sa bawat tibok ay binubuhusan ng malagkit na aspalto ng pagkalimot at ang sementong balot na balot ng matigas at malutong na aspalto'y paulit-ulit na dinadaanan na tila walang pakialam sa kung gaano ba kasakit masagasaan nang paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit, paulit-ulit hanggang sa magkawatak-watak ang aspaltong kalasag ng semento mula sa liwanag at kung ito'y mangyari ay susubukan muling ayusin at bubuhusan ng mainit na aspalto upang takpan ang mga sugat at butas na sumisilip sa liwanag ngunit tulad ng pagdidilig sa patay na halaman o sa pagpilit na malimot ang minahal ay imposible at walang katuturan dahil ang nagagawa lamang ay baku-bakong kalsadang puno ng alaala at kung pagmamasdan ang kalyeng bagong gawa ay bakas ang paghihirap at pagpilit na ikubli ang itinatagong nakaraan

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Hey folks, Formula one is coming’ to our city, Salute, it’s a hard track, drivers say’ what a pity, Only best survive, others can’t make it…’ really, Hey you, in Baku Circuit, you shouldn’t drive silly. Baku race is cold shower; each turn is drama, Drivers try faster; no accident is in agenda, First turns are shocker, Williams is out of strada, The show is not over, Force India is an addenda. Ferrari goes hard core, there is no place for a bore, It pushes the brakes hard, why to speed up for?, Whoever rushes badly, finds itself on the floor, You wanted to take this track??, go to the next door. Bulls are chasing, fighting for the fourth place, They are friendly mates, well, that is not the case, Sector one turn is here, Max do not leave any space, Adventure is done for the race, Bulls are red in a face. The Last laps on horison, Bottas is a leader, His speed is excellent, Hami’s heart is bleeder, Drama is not over; debris is an absolute killer, Bottas is out of race, Hami is a surprise winner. Baku city circuit is the best track of all times, Fans are blessed with fun,… and adventure’ in each glance Baku is a mystery, do not try to forecast, Formula’s best drivers may find themselves on the grass,

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May 8, 2018

May 8, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC

GalibMammadov

Baku City Drama

Hey folks, Formula one is coming’ to our city, Salute, it’s a hard track, drivers say’ what a pity, Only best survive, others can’t make it…’ really, Hey you, in Baku Circuit, you shouldn’t drive silly. Baku race is cold shower; each turn is drama, Drivers try faster; no accident is in agenda, First turns are shocker, Williams is out of strada, The show is not over, Force India is an addenda. Ferrari goes hard core, there is no place for a bore, It pushes the brakes hard, why to speed up for?, Whoever rushes badly, finds itself on the floor, You wanted to take this track??, go to the next door. Bulls are chasing, fighting for the fourth place, They are friendly mates, well, that is not the case, Sector one turn is here, Max do not leave any space, Adventure is done for the race, Bulls are red in a face. The Last laps on horison, Bottas is a leader, His speed is excellent, Hami’s heart is bleeder, Drama is not over; debris is an absolute killer, Bottas is out of race, Hami is a surprise winner. Baku city circuit is the best track of all times, Fans are blessed with fun,… and adventure’ in each glance Baku is a mystery, do not try to forecast, Formula’s best drivers may find themselves on the grass,

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I miss the call to prayer of my heroes town The slow, mournful, writhing rings that reach toward the black-cloaked beauties with heads bowed over their smiling eyes His voice trills and bows And I remember the chills it sent up my spine to hear the intensity and sense the powerful devotion that one man one voice one word can bring. Inshallah

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC

katelyn-knapp

Baku Salat

I miss the call to prayer of my heroes town The slow, mournful, writhing rings that reach toward the black-cloaked beauties with heads bowed over their smiling eyes His voice trills and bows And I remember the chills it sent up my spine to hear the intensity and sense the powerful devotion that one man one voice one word can bring. Inshallah

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This poem is not a poem This poem may be meaningless, Weightless yet worth reading This poem lacks vocabulary It holds nothing unique of poetic essence. But carries simple words of a message A message that seeks a place to land Traveling within the walls of a heart. Imprisoned, Ignored, Tortured. Violently cracking the bricks of its cage A message fighting for its own freedom Seeking a break through. A message desirous of overcoming solitary confinement The message wants to meet others. But others seem to have no message for this message. This message refuses to quit fighting to escape the ******* of a home in one heart. It hopes to locate its friend in another heart. Futile journeys this message have walked.This night the message is discomforting. It fights with vigour for escape. I was up late on my bed The same bed that puts me to sleep The bed that invites me to rest The bed that convinces me to forget unfinished task and rest The bed with the magic to infect with the virus of forgetfulness for a moment Is the same bed making me remember the message’s violence Dreaming wild dreams and thinking wild thoughts Opened-eye dreams Plenty dreams All about one figure. When will be sleep time? Having communion in my mind with you I see you close though you are afar off. In my heart I hear a voice singing your name. The song wasn’t harmoniously great but lyrically strong. The lyrics of the song preach truth. It says I love you. I fight against the thoughts with all strength I knew I would lose the fight. Nothing in my hands I bring. Simply to your heart I come Holding love in my heart. Love looking for a place in your love It’s homeless love Homeless yet not hopeless Hopeful for a place in your heart. At your heart’s door I keep sounding the same words of old I love you. http://selormcharles.blogspot.com/ Dedicated to the lady I admire secretly SPECIAL THANKS TO: 1. RICHARD RYE YAO BAKU 2. ABIGAIL FORSON ALISON

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC

SELORM

THE IMPRISONED MESSAGE

This poem is not a poem This poem may be meaningless, Weightless yet worth reading This poem lacks vocabulary It holds nothing unique of poetic essence. But carries simple words of a message A message that seeks a place to land Traveling within the walls of a heart. Imprisoned, Ignored, Tortured. Violently cracking the bricks of its cage A message fighting for its own freedom Seeking a break through. A message desirous of overcoming solitary confinement The message wants to meet others. But others seem to have no message for this message. This message refuses to quit fighting to escape the ******* of a home in one heart. It hopes to locate its friend in another heart. Futile journeys this message have walked.This night the message is discomforting. It fights with vigour for escape. I was up late on my bed The same bed that puts me to sleep The bed that invites me to rest The bed that convinces me to forget unfinished task and rest The bed with the magic to infect with the virus of forgetfulness for a moment Is the same bed making me remember the message’s violence Dreaming wild dreams and thinking wild thoughts Opened-eye dreams Plenty dreams All about one figure. When will be sleep time? Having communion in my mind with you I see you close though you are afar off. In my heart I hear a voice singing your name. The song wasn’t harmoniously great but lyrically strong. The lyrics of the song preach truth. It says I love you. I fight against the thoughts with all strength I knew I would lose the fight. Nothing in my hands I bring. Simply to your heart I come Holding love in my heart. Love looking for a place in your love It’s homeless love Homeless yet not hopeless Hopeful for a place in your heart. At your heart’s door I keep sounding the same words of old I love you. http://selormcharles.blogspot.com/ Dedicated to the lady I admire secretly SPECIAL THANKS TO: 1. RICHARD RYE YAO BAKU 2. ABIGAIL FORSON ALISON

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i ignored sheets that blank and tidy sheets cos' baku never sleeps..

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC

zaman

selamun aleykum poetry

i ignored sheets that blank and tidy sheets cos' baku never sleeps..

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Bauchi naman-keya, ga kitse ga tauri Bauchi kaya bakusan nagida ba, ku keta rigan yaro ku keta rigan baba Bauchi talala mai kamar sake, ta nesa mekamar akama amma kuma tai-nisa Baku son kudi sai iko, ana ganinku wawaye, kuna ganin su sune wawa Gabaruwa mejima ta Malam Yakubu, meson yini zai kwana, mai kwana zaiyi wata, me wata zai shekara, daga shekara ka zauna dabas, garin karo kuma garin harga Allah Dada Yaro kaso fada kwari ya kare, garin kaso mutun karasa abin bashi, garu gara da naka in babu naka kare yafika Bauchi biwai namijin gari

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Jun 22, 2021

Jun 22, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC

Mgwords

Bauchi

Bauchi naman-keya, ga kitse ga tauri Bauchi kaya bakusan nagida ba, ku keta rigan yaro ku keta rigan baba Bauchi talala mai kamar sake, ta nesa mekamar akama amma kuma tai-nisa Baku son kudi sai iko, ana ganinku wawaye, kuna ganin su sune wawa Gabaruwa mejima ta Malam Yakubu, meson yini zai kwana, mai kwana zaiyi wata, me wata zai shekara, daga shekara ka zauna dabas, garin karo kuma garin harga Allah Dada Yaro kaso fada kwari ya kare, garin kaso mutun karasa abin bashi, garu gara da naka in babu naka kare yafika Bauchi biwai namijin gari

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we all talk about the now being in the know knowing where to go going where we already know where is now? geographically, not mentally. where must i be to be present presenting the PowerPoint my life on display is it Jakarta? berlin? baku, beijing or dublin? how is now served to you? any dietary requirements to be aware of? hot or cold? or even, lukewarm? is it customized to your liking? or unaltered? half cooked? medium rare? do you tip the server of your now dish? or consume it on your genetically altered past plate with your fragile future fork knowing when you're done you'll pay the bare minimum? when you purchase your now house and live in it with your now wife and now kids with a cute now dog will you wonder who lost their now so you could have yours?

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May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC

cattoetry

where is now?

we all talk about the now being in the know knowing where to go going where we already know where is now? geographically, not mentally. where must i be to be present presenting the PowerPoint my life on display is it Jakarta? berlin? baku, beijing or dublin? how is now served to you? any dietary requirements to be aware of? hot or cold? or even, lukewarm? is it customized to your liking? or unaltered? half cooked? medium rare? do you tip the server of your now dish? or consume it on your genetically altered past plate with your fragile future fork knowing when you're done you'll pay the bare minimum? when you purchase your now house and live in it with your now wife and now kids with a cute now dog will you wonder who lost their now so you could have yours?

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