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"gulaman" poems
Into a place far away but too familiar, I push open the rusty purple gates, Inhale a lungful of the province air, Kick away blue pebbles on the dusty ground, And then Mano my lolo, my tito Beso my lola, my tita And give my cousins a nudge on the arm, A pinch on the cheeks. I squeeze between four people In a rickety wooden bench and Pass around plate after heavy plate. I fill my banana leaf With spaghetti too soft too sweet, Almost like pudding, With crispy chicken dripping with oil. I wash it off with a cool glass of gulaman, Chewy beads and gems in sugary water. Fathers talk about basketball, boxing, billiards; Mothers browse through photo albums and magazines; While we children argue about Superman or Batman. Our laughter fills the humid air And goes up, up, up to the ears of the neighbors. In celebration of the time we have together And a nice sunny day We devour our meals And go ahead and Climb trees and Get our faces sticky with sweet fruits, Lick chocolate ice popsicles, Chase each other in the weedy playground, Bike around town, Pick colorful flowers, Wrestle with each other, Play badminton on a windy day, Scare around chickens and guinea pigs, And play patintero under the dull orange street lamps. We nervously creep inside the back door, All sweaty, bearing bruises and scratches But still with wide smiles on our faces. All is futile though. An angry grandmother awaits, Scolding us for Coming home past sunset. More and more stars glitter the sky As the night gets deeper and deeper. The gentle evening breeze whistles a note As it enters through the window. The karaoke blasts grating voices Interrupted by hearty laughter. Playing cards and corn chips litter the table. We children exchange jokes and ghost stories. And then, We bid our goodbyes, Sharing hugs and kisses Stained with discontent and sadness. Our hearts about to burst In excitement for the next Reunion.
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
Reunion
Into a place far away but too familiar, I push open the rusty purple gates, Inhale a lungful of the province air, Kick away blue pebbles on the dusty ground, And then Mano my lolo, my tito Beso my lola, my tita And give my cousins a nudge on the arm, A pinch on the cheeks. I squeeze between four people In a rickety wooden bench and Pass around plate after heavy plate. I fill my banana leaf With spaghetti too soft too sweet, Almost like pudding, With crispy chicken dripping with oil. I wash it off with a cool glass of gulaman, Chewy beads and gems in sugary water. Fathers talk about basketball, boxing, billiards; Mothers browse through photo albums and magazines; While we children argue about Superman or Batman. Our laughter fills the humid air And goes up, up, up to the ears of the neighbors. In celebration of the time we have together And a nice sunny day We devour our meals And go ahead and Climb trees and Get our faces sticky with sweet fruits, Lick chocolate ice popsicles, Chase each other in the weedy playground, Bike around town, Pick colorful flowers, Wrestle with each other, Play badminton on a windy day, Scare around chickens and guinea pigs, And play patintero under the dull orange street lamps. We nervously creep inside the back door, All sweaty, bearing bruises and scratches But still with wide smiles on our faces. All is futile though. An angry grandmother awaits, Scolding us for Coming home past sunset. More and more stars glitter the sky As the night gets deeper and deeper. The gentle evening breeze whistles a note As it enters through the window. The karaoke blasts grating voices Interrupted by hearty laughter. Playing cards and corn chips litter the table. We children exchange jokes and ghost stories. And then, We bid our goodbyes, Sharing hugs and kisses Stained with discontent and sadness. Our hearts about to burst In excitement for the next Reunion.
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Eto na naman ako Nababalisa, hindi malaman kung hihiga o uupo Buong araw na akong ganito Hindi malaman kung nasiraan na ba ng ulo Ibang klase talaga kapag tinamaan Sino ba talaga ang may kagagawan? Para akong sago Habang ikaw naman ay gulaman Dalawang bagay na magkaiba Ngunit swak kapag pinagsama Pero saglit, teka, taympers ako'y naguguluhan Ano ba talagang meron saiyo babaeng nilalang? Puso ko'y nabihag mo ng walang pakundangan Alaala kapag kasamay ka ay hindi ko malimutan Ang iyong ngiti ay walang kaparis Mga tingin na sobrang tamis Makasama ka lang ay parang nasa alapaap na Tunay ngang hindi makakalimutang tumawa Kung mabasa mo man ang tulang ito Eto ang sasabihin ko saiyo: Gagawin ang lahat para lungkot mo ay mapawi Dahil ang tanging gusto ko lamang Makita ang ngiti saiyong mga labi
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Ano ba talaga ang meron ka?