"brownout" poems
(1:30 AM/ Brownout)
Ang alab Mo’y minsang inalay sa’kin
Syang naging mitsa ng pagkandirit ng himagsikan.
Ako’y nakakapaso
Magbibigay-liwanag sa madilim na kinagisnan,
Sa apat na sulok ng silid-aralan,
Sa lipunang may mabigat na ginagampanan
Tangan ang alab na umalarma sa pagkatao.
Nilisan ko ang liwanag
Kung saan akala ko’y dapat na maging kasanayan.
Ako’y Iyong tinubos
Sa mapanghusgang lipunan
May tatak sa noo, syang bukambibig ng madla
Salamat, nang ako’y maging pag-aari Mo
Nang ako’y pagharian Mo.
Gamitin Mo ako,
Pagkat ang liwanag, ang katuturan
Kailanma’y hindi mapupunan ng anumang salita
Nang sinuman..
Kung ang alab ay hindi Ikaw ang sentro
At kung ang lakas ay hindi mula Sayo.
Sukat ang buhay ko
Bawat luha ko, akala ko’y walang silbi’t walang kwenta
Ngunit iniipon Mo pala ang bawat butil nito
Minsan pala’y nakapapaso rin ito
Isalin **** muli, buohin Mo’t ihulma ang pagkatao.
Sayang..
Kung ang ilaw ay nakakahon
Kung ang sisidlan ko’y hindi ko lilisanin
Kung ang sarili’y hindi kikitilin
Nang magkaroon ng pangalawang buhay.
May ilang gagambala
Mga insektong hindi alam kung saan nagmula
Mamumuhunan sila’t magiging igno sa liwanag
At kung di lalakas ang alab,
Ako pala’y matutupok.
At sa hanging iihip,
Kung wala ang mainit na mga kamay
Na siyang yayakap at hahagkan sa akin
Ako’y maagang mahihimlay,
Mawawalang saysay ang pagkatubos sa akin.
Ngunit ang alab na ito’y
Kitilin man: kusa man at sa walang dahilan
Maari pang mabuhay, sa ikalawang pagkakataon
Sisindihang muli,
Luluha sa hapdi’t kirot ng kahapon
Ngunit ang bukas ay may kasiguraduhan
Na ang tatahakin ay hindi na tulad nang ngayon.
Binibilang na ang oras
Bawat minuto’t segundo
Maaring mapagal at maagang tamlayin,
Kung saan saksi ang kadiliman sa liwanag na taglay.
Ngunit bago maupos,
Ako’y may aabutin
Bawat sulok ay dadampian ng buhay
At magmamarka sa bawat haligi
Na kahit sa dilim, mayroong palang pag-asa.
(5/13/14 @xirlleelang)
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
.. Na sa tuwing tinitignan ko ang mga bituin ay naalala ko ang kislap sa iyong mga mata na minsa'y nag bigay liwang sa buhay ko.
Na sa tuwing umiihip ang hangin at nilalamig ang aking katawan ay nangungulila ako sa mga yakap mo na sa sarap at higpit ay minsa'y bumuo sa pagkatao ko.
Sa perpektong hugis ng buwan na nagpapaalala sakin sa perpektong hugis ng mga labi mo na minsa'y naging kanlungan ng sa akin.
Mga bagay, na dahil sa brown out ay muli kong naalala..
- BROWNOUT, guotana
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
Brownout
A not too loud explosion pierced the quiet hours
..................immediately after......lights went out
Twelve midnight, and two minutes later
there gently blew, a whiff of cool air,
brushed past my cheeks and shoulders
but...that was it
Every hot, humid second of every burning minute
took too long to get out of my sweating body
the heat seemed stationary
in the stillness of this limited territory
Lukewarm water
flowed out of the shower
being wet.......was brief
it didn't bring much relief
It was cooler....out at the verandah
but mosquitoes are more active in the dark
the flickering candlelight
teased them all the more, this moonless night
This should be a good time
to ponder........to write
but my head feels limited...empty
swelling with something else, that is chilly
this silent.........uptight
uncomfortable summer night
...the hours, consumed with blight
a disappointment outright...
just waiting....for my eyes to give in
no longer defying,
but surrendering,
to the hot...humid
dark wee hours of the morning.
Sally
Copyright May 12, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
T'was the Time when Light hasn't come
Thus filled the Air with Old-Smelling Rhum
Or Gas-Lamps, or Candles of Wax
Do make this Darkened City a mass.
The Source of Great Power has fell
This Time unknown which we cannot tell
The Heat as the Night, how Great it was
When Cooling Converters has made its loss.
People complain, here and there
For Power to return, unable to Dare
At this rate in which they have had Enough
It's now their Turn to be so Rough.
Banners flow in tiles across
The Head of whom around is Boss
Saying, "Power come! Power come!
Hear me now, don't be Dumb!"
As the Night comes with Loser Heat
The Rebellious Mass was still hard to beat
Sources say to drive them out
Not by Force, but by Pout.
"We've had Enough!" the People said
Thus they storm to the Company's Head
Defense Forces pull them back
But the People threw them in the Stacks.
Just then, in Time's time an Electrician
Came through. Stating:
"All is well's tripe! I've cleared the Electric Hue!"
The People heard, but didn't say a Word
To realise: "We have dumped ourselves like birds."
Forgiveness, they spoke. And Cooler Thoughts
Do process
Clearing-up the Debris; And brooming-out the Mess.
Lights have returned; The Power recharged
Peace has settled once again; With the Culprit
At-large.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
(5/11/14 – 12:47 am/ Brownout)
I’m the li’l twinkling star
The nursery rhymes chant who I am
To where I’ve heard what their inklings are
And how they plainly wonder what I really am.
Today, I saw the multitudes of stars
Some shone, some have not
At this hour, some rage their trumpets
While others wear their Harry-inspired Invisible Cloaks.
I’ve watched them,
But they don’t grow fainter
They form constellations
Together, they bring out assorted emblems.
I asked, “Why am I alone?”
And “Why I can’t be joined with others?”
“Why I don’t need to conform?”
There were bags of issues
Emulating the others out there –
In the cosmic galaxy, the drudgery darkness
To where depth cannot be measured at all.
You faced me and told me
I was born for something
Maybe not for my delicate-reverie
But You moved me from where I am
To learn strength and endurance when I’m all alone.
I will then outshine, I will be known
My future tells me so
Not because of the light I’ll make
But because of what You’ve made me for.
There’s no one like You
For in my darkest hours, I still see You
Your glory has captured my thoughts.
You are the Moon in my eyes,
The only Moon that showed me
What it’s like to be in the light.
The dimness in me
Was brought out of me
And You then, are proof that Day exist.
The Great Sun will rise again
Oh, the Light, I can’t see it plainly
I’ll be blind if I’ll ever try looking at His rays
Yet, I know how marvellous He was
How perfect He was
For He is incomparable, beyond words.
You, my Moon, oh Jesus Christ
Because of You, I learned to value the dark
When I’m in it, I could view more of You –
Your fullness and how dark can’t ever obscure You.
You’ve also taught me the Half, the Crescent too
Then, glory by glory
I made known of You.
I will not fear
For even the clouds hinder us
I know, You’re still there;
I know I’ll see You again.
Even during the storms, You watch me
You bring light continually
You give hope to the universe
Speaking life wherever I go.
And just when I look at You
I know, that I, the li’l twinkling star
Will prolong my glistening
And You, on the other hand
Shall be reigning forever.
(5/12/14 @xirlleelang)
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC