"blag" poems
Apatnapu't limang minuto makalipas ang alas-dose. Umaga na naman -- umaga na naman pipikit ang mga mata kong kasingbigat na ng ulap na napuno ng tubig mula sa lupa at dagat. Mapungay at napapaluha dulot ng pasakit na hatid ng walang sawang sulatin, babasahin, at kung anu-ano pang mga dapat tapusin.
Mga labi kong medyo nakabuka na marahil akala nila'y tapos na ang lahat ng gawain kaya namamahinga. At muli silang sasara, kasingbilis ng motorsiklong humaharurot sa labasan na parang nakikipagkarera, kapag naiisip na malayo pa ako sa pagtuldok sa katapusan.
Tumatabingi na ang mundo. Ay, mali, ulo ko lang pala na napapahiga na sa aking kanang balikat tila may sariling isip at ginugusto nang humiga sa kama -- akala niya rin siguro'y matatapos na sa pagsusulat at pagbabasa ngunit sadyang nagkakamali siya.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
Tunog na ginagawa ng aking mga daliri na kay bagal nang bumaba para pindutin ang mga letra sa aking kompyuter. Suko na raw sila at nasasabik na silang muling mayakap ang malalambot na unan na nag-aantay sa kanila.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
Tunog na lang ng pagbagsak ng aking mga daliri sa bawat letra ng aking laptop ang pumapasok sa aking utak. Ilang minuto na nakatitig sa iisang pahina...
Sa iisang talata...
Sa iisang pangungusap...
Sa iisang letra...
Blag!
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
after the tall glass of wine, i was rapt,
i was unaware, i was entrapped
to the spirit, i succumbed
my knees, now numbed
one hits the cold wall
...u n c o n t r o l l a b l e...
then falls "ka-blag" on the other
feeling so light as a feather...
..............f a l l i n g............
my eyes are Garfield-ish
hands, like a mallet, heavy-ish ...
G O D !
my mind, ~~~d r i f t i n g ~~~
i need some black, brewing...
gotta have strong bitter coffee, dark
to take my slurry mind back the track.....
after the tall glass of wine, i was rapt,
i am now much aware, i must avoid being trapped...
Sally
Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
How to make friends over a beer
How to make any modest room beautiful with fairy lights
How to consecutively loose three university ID cards, replace them and then simultaneously find all three misplaced cards in the bottom of the same bag.
How to blag your way onto the university bus without ID
How to make a family out of your friends
When to give constructive criticism.
When to hit the cafeteria for discounted lunch items
When to let house mates off for making the kitchen a **** tip
When to realise that the reason your soreen cake keeps going missing from you food cupboard is not in fact because there are some soreen cake loving mice, it is in fact just your house mate who “just thought you weren’t going to eat it”
When to plant an onion in hopes of an onion tree.
Where to kick a corrugated door for a taxi
Where to get the best tray of jalapeños
Where to get a magic tenner
Where to sit in the lecture hall so you could only be partially seen
Where to find your confidence
Knowing I’ll never be able to pay off my university debt
But knowing it was priceless
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 5:05 AM UTC
Found myself centred around this river
As if it were my life, its shallows deepening
Into falling curves and rocky
Foundation, yet cluttered in part
With stagnating **** at other times
Flowing freely and softly engaging me
Without its steaming torrents.
The waterfall thinks it can engulf me and
I consider it at times denying it identity
But sometimes it speaks loudly and refuses
To whisper....’And so you’re there’ I say, and here
Its raging response tumbling me into depths
Out of my control..... or so it thinks.
I emerge for air and breathe in deeply
To sustain me, for when I speak
It is with something resembling coherence
To blag me time from the place of harm
Where it dips sharply and crashes onto slithers
Of icy uncertainty, I begin to wipe my brow clean.
Releasing me from its fooling ways preventing the air
Being squelched from me; take it easy with me
My mind desires you to behave and let me be
Don’t fool me into calm currents only to be tossed
Amongst the white watery crash of boulders rounding
Beneath me, sharp shards covered by your caressing hands
That persuades my innocent eyes to close
To the raging force of veiled kindness
I can remember the ripples of softness that would
Cover my palm with coolness
That dappled in sunlight, reflecting my face
Asking me to admire the stillness
And I believed in the sereneness of the ebb and flow
That sheltered me in fineness with absorbent lining
Reminding me of life absent to the steep slant
Towards the shelled out wreck of my world...burnt out.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
The palindrome falls on shadowed riots,
clamoured mediocrity
and fever of falsified truths-
hyper-normalised until we’re writhing
in animatronic snake oil.
What’s worse, the hysteria or the disease?
Over-indulge the fascists
kiss their fists as they flail in cognitive dissonance-
white knuckles dragging to the rhythm of another media blag.
Patriotism cradles their fear and wraps it in red, white, and blue;
a stifled tricolour vision,
bathed in sanctified blood-clotted volition.
They’ll never let them come clean
they need their repugnance,
and inability to see that hope is an option
but the disparity is always just a news broadcast away.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
so, i'm on this page, and i meet my ****** pusher,
sure as hell he's pushing ******
although it's digital, the site / street corner?
allpoetry.com i get to publish 2 poems,
but can't publish more, i have to comment,
and comment positively,
'allo comrade Stalin! then comment on
2 poems, and get this message:
*Congratulations, you've achieved level 2,
and are now an "emerald cat"!
To reach the next level you need:
7 x comments, 1 x enter a contest, 1 x favorites,
1 x edit an item. • What are levels?*
i am not playing candy-crush saga!
i'm not! i'm not even kidding you,
what is this ****
we've been ****** by paedophiles
anonymous?!
please get me off
this ****** grid of the Cyber Pavlov Experiment...
likes and comments and saliva and cookies...
or premeditated minority reports -
akin to Orwell's thought crime gestapo -
god it sounds **** when said: g'eh'sh'tap'oh.
or how to use the internet
akin to deciphering and censoring established
media outlets...
obviously social media
can't replicate socialism, it's a media outlet,
but it can for sure **** off with
all the little capitalistic mind games that lead
to nothing but the Pavlov experiment -
and that was with dogs...
try that with a ******* Gorilla and i'll watch you
cradle prosthetic limbs while
he rips your original limbs off like he's playing
a harp:
then you can rhyme: twinkle twinkle little thumb,
how i wished you were attached to my hand to my arm
to my torso...
that's the same story
we had recently concerning a Mr. Kumbuka...
who escaped enclosure, and proved the a.d.h.d.
complex correlation with exposure to
sugar... ****** drank 5 litres of concentrated blackcurrant
squash replying: i'm mad at the keepers for keeping
me on a diet! i do king kong and you do the frenzied
blonde maiden.
it's still a concern for me that they herded the poets
into an area worthy of zoological inspection,
meaning that they base their worth on
deplorable points system: like they're immigrants
waiting for visas to Canada -
comment, like, blag and blabber your
way into that new country, known to all of us present
as Si S / Silicon State... by my count that's
the 51st, or the secular version of the Vatican.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
Ghosts
Children's voices from a nearby school
have softened
and slowly faded away...
the streets are cleared: no more school buses,
all gone
for the day...
people, stray dogs and cats are free,
roaming the streets,
having fun in the fading light,
even as the dark spreads...
faster, and
wider...
evening quickly creeps upon us,
the dark descends lazily on our
weary minds and bodies...
it roosts on our self-confidence,
too long at times...filling spaces
between moments of fresh air
and deep sighs...
sending in unwanted thoughts
things we would rather not remember...
but---
dismal light from a lamppost
sneaks in through the windows,
and creates shadows that sway
and dance on the wall...
dormant figures gain consciousness,
dragons unconquered start to waken...
out in the dark they emerge:
blag! blag! .blag!
heavy footfalls bringing tremors,
breathing out red flames,
and start spreading terror...
in the midst of a spacious arena
is where we find ourselves...
vulnerable, stripped of our courage,
hiding.....from these blinding,
fiery and scary scenes...
from earthbound ghosts of a dark past
that cower over us...
it is true, darkness fades with every morning,
it is also true,
ghosts come visit every once in a dark evening...
tonight is dark and quiet,
out here in the cold
and pitch black darkness,
i know they would come,
i could feel this weird coldness,
from a weird ghost of the past...
night of all nights!
i must not fall...
i am not alone in the dark!
i am not alone in the dark...
i am not...
for
warm is your one hand, now under my elbow,
the other, lightly resting on my shoulder...
you came, my dearest.
oh, please, let not your hands learn to
hold another's warm body.
may your eyes never stray from mine,
may your arms never falter,
may they never slide,
may they never
fall,
may you always,
a l w a y s,
hold me right
never loose, never too tight
just hold me
firmly.
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A Bayan
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Early sun the birds' tongues sends a-wag;
Gorse pyres force fires in through open window dragged,
Like rogues blag a cabin below the deck of a wandering ship,
So smoke woke being stowed on the lip of a morning wind.
Taking my time,
Light I descry,
To wake in a while.
Warm bodies that lie
Beneath a banyan balcony, a muse of colour calls to me.
A sari much less touched than seen, but touched to see
My chest used to be used not as a pillow, but my trunk
For you, blown skin willow is drunk on your best.
Taking our time,
In the night slowly by,
But waking under a spun sky,
Miles now divide and I'm
Not spending night
Be still full of time
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC