"bili" poems
Minsa’y nadako ako sa Kalye Pag-ibig
Marahil walang karatula
Ang mayroon lamang ay iilang linyang puti
Salungat sa kalsada
Siya rin palang tulay sa’ting tagpuan.
Bawat butil ng Kanyang mukha’y
Kumakapit at humihilik sa balat
Sa’king palad, umaapaw ang mga ito
Hihinto pa ba?
Pagkat hindi handa
Ang yerong gawa sa plastik
Na syang bihis-bihis ng kabilang palad.
Maraming yapak, aking naririnig
Ngunit alam kong ang berdeng kulay
Pawang hindi para sakin at sayo.
Ang bawat kasuotan nila’y
Tila pustura lang, ako’y nanatiling walang kibo.
Unti-unti kong binagtas ang eskinita
Makitid doon ngunit alam kong ito’y tama
Tila kayrami pa ring paninda
Ngunit ang lahat, hindi naman kabili-bili
Pagkat minsanan lang ang pag-ibig na totoo
Ni hindi ito kinakalakal.
Hindi ko man mabili ang nais ko ngayon
Masilayan man kita, bagkus likod lamang
Ni hindi ko nga matanto ang itsura
Basta’t sigurado ako
Sa paglingon mo’y parehas na tayong handa.
Malayo pa ang lalakbayin
Ng pawang minanhid na mga paa
Pagkat ang direksyon nati’y
Sa ngayo’y alam kong
Hindi pa para sa isa’t isa.
Ikaw na siyang iniirog
Aking hihintayin
Hanggang ang oras ay tumiklop
At umusbong ang panibagong bulaklak
Saka natin pagmasdan
Mga paru paro’t iilang kulisap, maging alitaptap.
Tatandaan ko ang ating tagpuan
Kung saan ihihimlay natin ang kinabukasan
Buksan mo ang pusong minsang winarak
Bubuuohin muna iyan ng Nasa Itaas
At saka na natin isulat ang makabagong alamat.
Sa Kalye Pag-ibig, tandaan mo, irog
Tayo’y babalik at muling mangangarap
Bubuo na panibagong larawan
Na may tunay na ngiting
Hahalimuyak sa mas Nakatataas.
Sa Kalye Pag-ibig,
Doon tayo magkita.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
Unom ka bulan na ang nilabay
Sa unang pag wave nako sa imo ug pag HI
Akong kasakit, kagool, ug kalaay
Napulihan sa ngisi, pagkakita nako sa imong reply
Nakahinomdom pako sa una
Moving on ko; naay nagparamdam sa imoha
Abi jud nako ug kamo nang duha
Apan sa dihang gi-ghosting ra diay ka niya.
Mao to, niulpot akong kasingkasing sa kalipay
Paramdam dayon ko, wala nako nagdugay-dugay
Nagahamdom na mapansapin nimo ko bisan gamay
Ikaw naman gud ang gipangita sa akong kasingkasing kanunay
Dalawampu, baynti, o twenty
Bisan paman ug unsay tawag nato niini
Para sa ako adlaw ni na naay dakong bili
Sa atoang panaghinigalaay, mao ni atong monthsary.
Karon, boot nako isulti sa imoha pag usab
Na ako, dili magbag-o sa akong mga saad
Dili teka biyaan, tinood ni walay sagol ilad
Ubanan teka ug dili nako buhian ang imong mga palad.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
Ning 'wave' raman ko nimo, dibah maam?
Pero ngano man pud imo ko gireplayan?
Tan-awa naibog na noon ko nimo ug taman taman
Ambot kaha kung ako pa ni mapugngan.
Dili nako tumong sa sinugdanan na ikaw maibgan
Nitext ko sa imo inamego raman unta ang tanan
Kay kabalo ko wala jud kay pagbati sa ako gikan pa sinugdanan.
Pero ambot ngano sa kadugayan ikaw naman ang gipitik ning dughan
Maong ako maingon sa imoha kay salamat
Wala nimo gipasagdaan na ako mata maglurat
Imo gitagaan ug bili ang dughan ko na gikan natuali.
Imo ko gipasulod sa imong kinabuhing walay ali
Tungod ato nasood teka
Nakatext, nakachat, ug matag gabie pa maestorya
Kanindot ba sa niabot na grasya
Pwede ba akoa nalang ka?
Tinood bitaw, walay sagol yagayaga.
Murag binuang pero seryoso ning akong gipangmama
Pero ang tanang pulong na dili kaya isulti sa akong baba
Ako nalang gipaagi niining kabos ko na tula.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
Snijeg je počeo padati
otići van počeli smo se spremati
na snijegu se zabavljati.
Pahuljice na nas padaju
pokraj nas se djeca igraju.
Na rukama si rukavice imala
u ruke si malo snijega skupila
grudicu snijega si napravila
mene si grudicom pogodila.
Polako si mi prišla
nježno si se nasmijala
sa svojim mekanim usnama
u lice si me poljubila.
Djeca su nas pogledala
slatko se nasmiješila.
Snijeg je prekrio prozore auta
na prozor prstima si veliko srce napravila
u kojem si napisala.
Sve što sam sanjala
ljubav sam željela
snove sam ostvarila
sretnu familiju sam dobila.
U ovoj zimskoj idili
svi smo sretni bili
u snagu ljubavi
snažno smo vjerovali.
Stjepan Orlić
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC
Bili’s one of my two best chums. She's exquisite, cagey and ferociously funny - compared to her I’m tomboyish.
Her hair is a straight corn-silk that shines like black-enamel. When we watch movies, I get to brush it. Her heritage is Japanese, she has perfect, warm-ivory skin, but she’s as American as sarcasm or gun-violence.
When she talks to me, sometimes she’ll be flirtatious or motherly, but always jocose. She bullies me, good-naturedly coaxing and chivvying me onto the trajectory she selects.
I’m jiggered - I enjoy being treated like a pet. I’ve been so harried lately that it’s somehow calming. I think I’m going to spend the rest of the summer, blithely letting her arrange me.
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 6:43 AM UTC
Kim (one of my BFF) brightened with inspiration, “Oooo! Send him a **** pic!”
“I’m NOT going to sext a guy out of the BLUE,” I grumbled, indignantly.
Kim turned to her phone, “No, No, of COURSE not.” She said as she texted.
“Come on” she said, as she pulled me off my chair and out the door. We raced over, on foot, to my friend Bili’s house (two houses away). We entered without knocking (as usual) and ran upstairs.
Bili lay on her stomach on her unmade bed, fiddling with her phone, ankles up and crossed but she twisted up to attention when we came in.
“What should we do first?” She said, as if there were a million things to do.
They set upon me and had my regular clothes off in a heartbeat. Like all makeovers, this had a prelapsarian purity - the ritual stripping down to blankness before rebuilding.
They quickly went through about half of Bili’s closet - selecting just the right combination of ****** and classy clothes designed to ******
They finally settled on a black slip under an ivory peignoir, stockings with garters and black strappy heels.
Kim twisted my hair up into a loose “Gibson Girl.”
“Hold still,” Bili said, as she grasped my chin and expertly blended red, gold and black glittery eyeshadows followed by lip liner and gloss. “This is just a quickie job,” she reminded me.
I stared at this strange version of myself in the vanity.
Kim frowned and looking around, she spread a pink scarf over the desk light to give the room a rosy glow. They went into studio mode - posing me in various ways from coquettish to bored lounging - suggesting expressions and taking endless pictures with my phone.
Finally, they were satisfied and handed me my phone.
“Shall we go through them?” Bili asked
“Naah,” I said, “I’ll go through ‘em and pick one - or two.”
Later, at home, I looked through them - I looked SO different - and I had to admit - **** even. But was that ME? I cringed, what if my mom saw these ****** Kardashian-like photos somewhere?
I never sent them. I thought I’d have to explain it to my girls.
“HA!” They laughed, “We KNEW you’d never use ‘em” Bili said, as Kim shook her head “Nope.”
“It was fun though!” We all agreed.
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*NOTE: This is a pre-pandemic story from August 2019. I was 15 - the idea wasn’t to ****** this guy, it was to get his interest so he would ask me out 🙃*
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 8:56 PM UTC
A summer house-boat party - Matey - toss those cares overboard. The scout boat found a deserted cove so the party can be privately fierce.
The lake's broken reflections of moonlight look like jewels on black satin.
There are all kinds of drinks - ALL kinds - and herbal refreshments flare like lightning bugs. It isn’t long before perfumed bodies are flexing to music in the hot, moist, summer air.
Dance, swim and repeat as needed - cool water evaporates off bathing suits immediately - replaced by prickled sweat. It’s too hot - I’m staying in the water. There’s a group of us in tubes tied, spider-web like, around the boat.
There’s a guy who’s been watching us (Bili, my BFF, is my tube-mate). He’s extremely fair, and he’s gotten a bit too much sun giving him a feverish appearance.
At one point, I meet his gaze - to see what he’d do. His irises are a light blue that, in the lights, reflect like little blue flames - unwavering and alien.
I don’t mind a bit of attention - I think that’s how the system works - attraction, pursuit, investigation, and eventually seduction. But usually from someone we know. A stranger's attention can make one feel as if they're in enemy territory.
He gave me a nod and a smile that seemed like a proposition. I whisper about this “encounter” to Bili who takes command and just rows us over to him.
He’s older than I first thought - 22 - with cream-colored hair - thick, like horse mane and eyelashes and brows so pale they’re almost invisible. His name is “Noud” and he’s from Holland - at Georgia Tech studying atmospheric something or other - and girl watching.
“What are you doing at some random Georgia lake party?”, I ask.
“Soaking up the local atmosphere, of course.” He says. Which makes sense, I suppose, because that IS his chosen field.
I do an Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, arbitrarily, which I think is pretty good (you can’t beat the classics) - Noud, does an even better one.
His, “I’m going to take [pause] you OUT” got a laugh.
His later, “You need to take [pause] that OFF” earned a “nuh-uh” finger wag.
Thanks to vaccinations, the atmosphere around here is a lot more fun.
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 6:46 AM UTC
🎆🎇 Happy 4th! Everyone! 🎇🎆
It’s summer, hurry up. Let’s not waste a minute.
Where’s the sunscreen, where’s the party, who’s knutching who?
The sky was crowded with bright, balloon stratocumulus clouds, hanging mountain-like in the air. How can something that big just float in the sky? Either the Greek gods are holding them up, or they defy reason.
So, we’re in Athens, Georgia and apparently, Lisa, Kim, Bili, Leong and I are ‘too much club.’
We’re insuperable - too rowdy, too loud, too late, we laugh too much, hand-ringing about haircuts, shoes and romantic connections.
Sorry, if we’re not co-signing for everyone’s existential angst - we’re 5 girls on vacation.
Well, except Leong, she’s just joined us - fresh from Macau China. She’s got dark-takes on the world situation, saying things like, “enjoy it while it lasts.” I tried to explain the evils of nihilism - how once you let nihilism materialize, it’s a fog that swallows you.
If you read the news - which is geared toward the grisly - it’s only going to tap you out. There are too many issues. Our group is a mix - a salad of feminism, environmentalism, stoicism - we’re ism’d out. We’re Asian, black, southern, liberal and communist, woke and anti-woke - what we DO have in common is - we’re summarized.
‘Summarized’ Americans, swim all day and sit by the pool all night talking and catching up. We also water ski, shop, roller sk8, play frisbee golf, go out to dinner and pull-out-the-stops for a party now and then.
Some nights, we stream ‘Suits’ and make emo-boy sexualized comments when Meghan comes on - but we like her - more or less - let her take her shot. Marry that complicated princeling and let every moment be drama.
Since the school year’s measured in work, let’s measure summer by fun and silly drama.
Dillio?
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A song for this:
Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear To Tread) by Bow Wow Wow
Family Affair (feat. Alan Scaffardi) by Papik
Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 10:16 PM UTC