"batik" poems
Hindi mo siguro alam, pero matagal na akong nagagandahan sa iyo.
Hindi mo siguro alam, pero noong nagko-code ako,
lagi akong umaasa na ikaw ang titingin sa gawa ko.
Hindi ko gusto pumorma.
Gusto ko lang ipakita na tama ang aking gawa
kasi iniisip ko na kapag wala akong mali
matutuwa at magpapaunlak ka ng pagkatamis **** ngiti (yihee).
Kaso hindi ko alam kung bakit,
pero lagi ka na lang may nakikitang putik.
Kahit ilang lampaso ng tingin ang ginawa ko sa code ko
bago ko ipasa sa iyo,
may maisusulat ka pa rin na mali!
Anong klaseng mata ba ang mayroon ka?
Gusto ko magpakitang-gilas pero lagi mo akong natatabla.
“Labag sa standards ang code mo”,
“magdagdag ka pa ng test scenario”
kulang na lang yata ay sabihin mo sa akin
“sino ba ang nagturo sa iyo?”
May mga pagkakataon na gusto ko nang umuwi.
Pinapackage ko na ang mga code dahil ang lalim na ng gabi.
Kaso may makikita ka sa testing, “hmm, parang may mali”
Babagsak na lang ang balikat ko, sabay sabi, “ano?! uli?!”
Siyempre, may magagawa pa ba ako
kapag binanatan mo na ako ng ganito:
“pasensya na, pero abswelto sana tayo
“kung hindi ko lang sana napansin ang maling ito”.
WOW. EH, ‘DI. OKAY.
Pero hindi ko magawang magalit sa iyo.
Kasi alam ko gusto mo lang ay halos perpekto.
Ginagawa mo lang ang trabaho mo.
Pero utang na loob, pwede bang bukas na natin tapusin ito?
Ngayon, magsasampung taon na ako.
Matagal ka nang lumisan, pero ako pa rin ay nandito.
Naiintindihan ko na kung bakit sa trabaho nating ito,
kailangan matalim ang mga mata mo.
Dahil sa bandang huli..
Ang batik sa isang dahon,
ay batik sa buong puno.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
A bedspread on which bold, red and blue
esoteric, Tantric, motifs embrace
copulating triangles, the ideogram of cosmos
batik printed in vermilion on it's center
is spread, right there on the play-field of cupid
where the confluence is to happen,
a transmitting point of fecund energies to infinity,
a point on the spring board to transcendence
Beloved, here in the holy fire, receive in ecstasy,
the sacrificial offering I bring from the
incessant Ganga of my lineage,
Shakti and Shiva come in for divine union,
together here on the mark beyond time and space.
right in the center is "THE BINDU" the mystical point
both culmination and beginning of the 'beyond'
passage from here to timelessness of cosmos, we invoke.
Here Shakti is holy fire leaping up for Shiva's offering,
sublimated they fuse, may that be the seed for karmas lumenant.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 6:21 AM UTC
"In our old attic
I saw a basket made of batik
It was covered with dust
But inside it reminded me the past
I saw our old Polaroid photos
It is our couple mementos
Some pictures' ink already faded
But for me our memories never ended
And I miss you, your warm hugs
Baking you brownie in a mug
I miss seeing your funny sinister smile
And now I can't even see it for awhile
It was hard to describe what I have been through the years,
Every day I was in tears
From you, I wanted to hear
That "I love you, my dear."
This Polaroid photos, I will keep
In my heart, very deep.
'Till we meet again, my dear'
Maybe not today nor in a year.
But please promise me you'll always be here."
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
(for Mama <3 )
She wore her favorite red and beige
batik cotton dress, that morning,
while i,...wore old, faded clothes,
unfit to be worn outside the house,
my slippers, thinned by frequent use...
she would've admonished me,
had she noticed.
she never went out of the house
wearing crumpled attires......no missing
buttons or snaps...her collar was always
straight...stiff.....until she came home
from work at night...
as she grew older, she preferred more
comfortable clothes, like, cotton shirts
and dresses....and how she favored
those with batik patterns...
even with her back bent a bit,
she still dressed up
with grace and confidence.
whatever the occasion was.
in her younger days, i felt sad
each morning when she left for work...
with admiration, i followed her as she
walked away...as far as my eyes could reach...
these days, i am older...i still follow her,
as far as my mind could remember...
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
---July 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
Acara dalam rangka memperingati hari lahir (harlah) Ke-65 PW Fatayat NU itu diikuti hampir 38 peserta se-Jatim yang meliputi perwakilan seluruh pimpinan cabang Fatayat NU.
Hasil desain peserta diperagakan model andalan mereka. Tak kalah dengan model profesional, para model Fatayat NU ini juga tampak percaya diri berlenggak-lenggok di atas caltwalk.
Dalam lomba fashion show ini, peserta dari PC Fatayat Bojonegoro meraih juara pertama, sedangkan pemenang kedua diraih oleh peserta dari Nganjuk dan pemenang ketiga dari Fatayat Bangil.
Menurut desainer muslimah yang dinobatkan jadi juri lomba ini, Ana Farhasy, ada beberapa poin dimiliki peserta Bojonegoro sehingga meraih juara.
"Kendati bertemakan busana pesta muslimah, namun desainnya simpel dan elegan. Itu menjadi kelebihan sendiri daripada peserta lain yang banyak menonjolkan aksesoris sehingga tampak berlebihan," katanya.
Selain itu, peserta dari Bojonegoro menampilkan tema gold kayu jati. "Batik yang digunakan asli Bojonegoro," jelas Ana.
Sementara itu, Ketua Fatayat NU Jatim Hikmah Bafaqih mengatakan selain lomba fashion show, kegiatan lain juga digelar dalam rangkaian harlah Fatayat NU itu.
"Ada lomba menulis artikel, lomba menjadi presenter, dan bazar produk unggulan (handycraft) kreasi kader Fatayat di seluruh cabang Fatayat se-Jatim," katanya.
Ia menambahkan, puncak peringatan Harlah Fatayat NU dilaksanakan di kantor PWNU Jatim pada Minggu, 17 Mei 2015. Rencananya, acara puncak dihadiri Menpora Imam Nahrawi, Wagub Jatim Saifullah Yusuf, dan Ketua DPRD Jatim.
"Ketua Umum PP Fatayat NU Hajah Ida Fauziyah tidak bisa hadir karena berbarengan dengan acara prakongres Fatayat di Bandung," katanya.
Mbak Hikmah, sapaan akrabnya, mengemukakan tema yang diambil harlah kali ini adalah "Ikhtiar Fatayat NU menuju Indonesia Berkeadaban".
"Karenanya kita akan terus berusaha untuk melakukan berbagai karya nyata, tentu kita bangun ulang keadaban kita dengan Islam ahlussunnah wal jamaah atau yang kita kenal dengan Islam Nusantara," katanya.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/mermaid-trumpet-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/one-shoulder-formal-dresses
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Black windowpanes
Single yellow candle
Abandoned lighthouse
On an empty island
The kain batik waves
In the seven pm heat
But words have never switched
Between stranger’s lips
Except casual mouthfuls
Of how many sugars
To take
His folded sleeves
Show a mess
Of watercolor etching
On his bare back
Spread by forgotten strokes
And careless promises
That lingers through morning
At night the ink leaks free
His back a still canvas
Filling with nicotine
And ketamine dreams
And missed yellow brick roads
Right before the light goes out
Tomorrow he will wake
With the colors in
Once more
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Patterns form across convex corneas
Geometric portraits of tangram animals
Hexagonal-faced lions
Triangular-trunked elephants
etc.
Tessellations of
anagrams
Draped over rods like Batik fabric smoothed over king-sized beds
Calculating Bayesian probability on fingertips
rote
styles
Whispering, "Carry the 1!" to columns of 100s
with a remainder? Try again.
Plot Cartesian coordinates with mechanical pencils
click! click! click!
Crying, "Awwwww.....
you
sunk
my
battleship!"
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
as a bundle of batik cloth
you carried me
slung across your shoulders
a mess of curls and hungry crying
you sing me words I don’t understand
after the rain
you sweep the fallen leaves
with one arm against your back
and the weight of shadows you could not leave
at home
sleepy faced in a bowl of morning cereal
your fingers braid my bed head
with bright blue ribbons
that intertwine our worlds together
and then apart
red faced
shoes unlaced
i stumble through the door
tripping on sentences
you say nothing
but tuck me in
back in her homeland
she left her two children
only to gain two more
and when i leave for snow this August
i will be leaving not just one mother
but two
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
One nation under god
Father grasps the shoulder of the son
Who listens to American music
They're growing beets in the garden
One nation under water
Trance grabs the shoulders of the sun
Who glistens over drunk, dazed revelers
They're growing cancer in the eye
Drink a beer, wear a silk batik
Drive a truck, and keep your mystique
They're just tools to use
In the long walk of
Finding the real thing
And if you do, be sure to
Inject it intravenously
(Just kidding)
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
This is a Plasma, Plasma, Plasma!
Teenagers - Danish Danielle and Pikeley Paul,
friends, brothers, beatniks! Memory
memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes; homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities
and the Federal Republic of the
United States. Of course, Christian life,
safety cigarettes, plastic and damage,
burden and other diseases.
Like many people, Burqinis in The EU has a lot of experience
in cyberbullying. The flow of air and fire,
police and security when living in 2019 steel,
dogs, birds and refugees. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
So, all your troubles are at your feet,
and palm customers. Dancing artists,
dancers, actors and dogs. Memory's memory,
and new players of protein parts.
Questions for the European Union - Search results
Create a design machine ... Silver Satin Yes,
someone uses different methods, including depth and medication.
The dinosaur, angry Japanese people
make the dog to destroy the work of his colleague.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union;
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes, homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States. Of course, Christian life, safety, protection, cigarettes, plastic wear, strength and weakness.
Like the Union, the EU, Europe Guantanamo... um:
Bursavonenses have fallen to both low levels.
Drawers straight, like a bottle of 20,
available in traditional entertainment, potatoes
And her nephew, not plasma. Young -
Denmark, Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, Batik.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do
with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras,
antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes,
factories in 20 countries, cities and the United States.
Of course, Christian life, safety cigarettes,
plastic and damage, burden and other diseases.
How many people, Burqina EU,
Internet creators have a rich experience.
The flow of air and fire, police and security after 2020 and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live.
There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week,
but it is not. Black and White are young and growing.
So, in general, her clothes, her clothing and her legs,
and her plates and she wears with her red boxers.
Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do with the bank.
High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries,
cities and the United States and punch, dogs,
chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
Create cars as you search for results ...
Make money creep using different methods,
including depth psychology and medication.
Found the oldest dinosaurs,
the angry people in Japan, all the dogs work,
work with colleague, partner, are consumed.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and republics...
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
O Avon, swell meandering home
You caress my feet with silken kisses
Round your banks I wistful roam
Enamoured of thy babbling blisses
Awed by beauty of the gloam
It envelops me in tender thrills
Inspired to transcribe it in to tome
In words suffice to inspire chills
Sweetest treasures consist in stream
O loot of the aquatic
That floats like dream upon a beam
The river an element of nature's batik
Imbued with blisses deep, supreme
I wade akimbo to the flow
The awe of Earth from you I glean
You have me rapt in throe
You are the path my heart pursues
It's righteous, truest course
Quelling fear and pain and blues
From thy splendid source
Whenever my sullied spirit rues
My strategy is this
I turn to you to soothe, amuse
To get my fill of bliss
Beyond horizon, thou spread to sea
In unchartered motion
A sea that sparkles iridescently
In strange colours of the ocean
I bask in your waters respendently
Loving their commotion
And honour them devotionally
O Avon, you leave me insatiated.
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
Resting on my mother's lap
I trace
The batik flowers
Swirling in a psychedelic haze.
Of rich greens and mellow reds.
Her voice humming the afternoon away,
The only place i feel safe.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC