"gumamela" poems
Mahamot nga sampaguita ngan pula nga gumamela
Amo ine an akon una nga ginhatag ha iya
Samtang ginhuhulat namon an katunod han adlaw
Ngan pinalalabay an kasanhi nga kahidlaw.
Pamukad han santan ngan orkidyas ha dalan
Umabat ak hin ka-ipa nga makuri mapug-ngan
Ha akon dughan in may ada makusog nga lukso
Kasing-kasing nga natago malipayon gud hin duro.
Katapos hi idoy in inalpan hin kaisog
Igsusumat na ha iya an pag-abat nga mabaskog
Iya na ighahalad inin espesyal nga rosas
Pero adton kalipay nga iya inaabat nabalyuan hin kalas.
Hi iday in may ada naman ngay an iba nga pina-uswag
Mga bukad nga ha iya igin hahatag in magpakaruruyag
Waray sapayan an imo rosas nga pinutos
Nga im gin-inantusan tikang pa han ka biyuos.
Asya an bukad nga gin kuha nalaya ngan nakarag
Kay ngadto han tawo nga iya minayuyo in waray kahatag
Tigdaay man gud la, waray hiya pakasabot
Pag-abat nga iya gindadara tigda nala nadunot.
- Caryl
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
PWEDING MALA SUTLA O MAGASPANG NA TELA,
GANYAN ANG MGA ALA-ALA,
MINSAN MALALA MINSAN NAWAWALA.
MGA PAGTITIWALA AT PANINIWALA,
LAHAT AY DAPAT NA MASALA,
GANITO HINAHABI ANG HIBLA NG MGA ALA-ALA,
PARA MERON KANG MAPALA.
NAGBABAG ANG DALAWANG KUMAG,
MGA KUTONG LUPA NA PURO HAMPAS LUPA.
HAMBUGAN ANG DAHILAN NG UMBAGAN,
PAREHONG DUGUAN MATAPOS ANG BUGBUGAN,
ITO ANG HIBLA NG KABATAAN.
SA ESKUWELA KAILANGAN MO RIN MAGING MAKUWELA,
KUNG AYAW **** MAGMUKHANG GUMAMELA.
HINDI LAHAT NG MATALINO AY PINO,
MERON DIN MAASIM NA PARANG PIPINO,
AT HINDI PORKE BOBO AY PARA NG LOBO,
GANITO ANG BUHAY ESTUDYANTE.
UMIIBIG HABANG UMIIGIB?
PWEDE NAMAN SABAY,
DEPENDE SA ARTE,
KAILANGAN LANG NG DISKARTE.
WALA PANG INTERNET SA TINDAHAN NI ALING NANNETH,
WALANG CELLPHONE PERO MAY MEGAPHONE,
PWEDE **** ISIGAW NA MAHAL MO S’YA.
KUNG MALUPIT KA EDI LUMAPIT KA,
KUNG TORPE KA EDI SUMULAT KA.
GANITO ANG LABANAN NOONG WALA PANG FB AT CP,
HIBLA NG KASIBULAN.
GRADUATE NA,
KAYA TRABAHO NA,
APLAY DITO APLAY DOON,
WALANG HUMPAY ANG PAGSISIKAP.
HAPAY-KAWAYAN,
KAHIT SAAN SUMASAMPAY.
HIBLA NG BUHAY EMPLEYADO.
TILA ITLOG NA ESTRALYADO NANG MAGING PAMILYADO.
PAKIRAMDAM KO BUO NA AKO,
SINTAMIS NG KAHEL ANG DULOT NG DALAWANG ANGHEL,
ITO HIBLA NG KASALUKUYAN.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
Marahan niyang pinitas ang
Huling gumamela sa hardin.
Kasama ang liham at lihim
Ng puso, inialay sa paralumang
Matagal-tagal ding itinangi,
Itinangis sa tadhana, ng walang
Hanggang paghilom at pag-asa.
Anuman ang mangyari, patuloy na
Idadako ang paningin sa pagtingin,
Hindi sa hapóng damdamin, hindi
Sa mga lamat ng puso, bagkus
Sa alamat ng bagong pagsuyo,
Paulit-ulit mang danasin ang guho.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
i.
the Hibiscus is the paradisiacal
armistice of quagmire and wind:
leave it there anchored to Earth.
ii
when it rains, it bows to no one;
when it genuflects to no bird,
it trills on the red of the moseying hour—
nobody sees the Hibiscus.
only the children of the vandal.
iii.
last summer we had makeshift
bubble machines and in the high-rise
of the twilight's cradle, we ran
viciously against the humdrum town
blowing bushels of laughter at
the dreary populace — the brooms
to a sweeping rustle, unsettled dust
mounting the ether.
we hurtled across the
infantile roads like they owed us something finitely attributed
to our locomotives.
iv.
the Semana Santa had gone by
and the season, no matter how promisingly redolent with emollient brush
of wind and laboring silence, held
no reprise — the Hibiscus,
it is not alone in the quiet verdigris.
v.
somewhere amid the hubbub of city,
there is a pendulum of line biting
the shore of waiting repeatedly.
only steel scaffolds erected and no
flagrant scent aroused. peregrinating
in the haloed hour, the nascent furl of
belch from vociferous iron-clad beasts
in all of EDSA
and when i look at people around me
they look like gumamelas, finally,
yet i am
not coming home.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
Droplets of rain falling on an abandoned umbrella
Mud puddles loved by little children
I look out the window, to our garden, missing that red gumamela
Now withered, like my days, forgotten
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
You were the oldest memory
I could ever think of
You were there when I was learning the alphabets
And having trouble memorizing the multiplication table
You were there when the teacher locked me out of the classroom
I wasn't able to bring a gumamela
You gave me one during Science class
You also helped me carry the logs
And amazed me with your ability to make fire
during the first camp out
I was quietly looking at your sketches
I once told you, they were good
But you just flashed a smile and
I've noticed the sparkles in your eyes
I know I should've concentrated in History instead
But Trigonometry and Physics were done
And we've marched down the aisle with flying colors
I've never seen you again
After you threw your tassel at our graduation day
Believe me, these memories came in to me
When I saw you again after 8 years of nothing
You were still the same innocent face I knew
Only a lot more of a beautiful face,
A more subtle eyes,
A more genuine smile
And it amazes me more
'Cause you've grown into a good man
And maybe... just maybe I thought,
It's because of the girl you're always with
In the photographs with a deep caption of yours
Maybe... just maybe
It's a lot more than I think
'Cause I knew it by the way you look at her
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
I am like one of your beautiful plants,
that you are taking care of every day ,
watering just to make sure it will not die,
cutting the dried leaf that's ugly to see,
talking even if its not responding.
you're watching it growing , and excited to bloom,
and suddenly it totally die,
and never give up, you do the cuttings procedure ,
never get tired to replant ,
it's because this is your happiness,
until it grows , some leaf are dried , but you're still there waiting ,
you almost give up , and one early morning unexpectedly the best felling and the most awaited moment had come ,
the morning that sun didn't shine , the rain never stop , but you we're there to see how beautiful i am,
i am bloom according to how you want me to bloom.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
Mahilig ka sa mga bulaklak
lalo na 'yong may mga matitingkad na kulay.
Hilig mo sila
dahil kaya ka nilang pakinggan.
Walang bahid ng panghuhusga.
Naiintindihan nila ang mga kuwento
na bihira **** ibahagi sa iba.
Ilang beses na nilang nasilayan
ang mga pag-ibig,
ang mga sakít,
ang kung paano ka mag-ipon ng tapang,
ang kung paano ka maduwag.
Matalik mo siláng mga kaibigan.
Mahilig ka sa mga bulaklak
at parati kang umaasa na dadalhan ka niya ng mga ito.
Hindi ka nabigo.
Hindi ka nabibigo.
Gaya ng mga paborito **** rosas, tulips, at mariposa,
nagagawa niyang ika'y intindihin.
Makailang ulit niya na ring nakita kang
umiyak,
tumawa,
matakot,
at magmahal.
Gaya ng mga paborito **** santan, sampaguita't gumamela,
pamilyar na siya sa iyong mga damdamin.
Sa madaling salita,
mahilig ka sa mga bulaklak.
Pero hindi yaong mga gáling sa akin.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 11:21 PM UTC
Tell a little girl that her coily hair is beautiful when all of her playmates think otherwise. Marvel at a little boy’s drawings when everyone else he shows them to is too busy to spare a glance. Compliment someone’s floral dress in the subway; compliment someone’s smile, someone’s art, someone’s cooking, someone’s gumamela flowers soup they made especially for you. Thank someone for the songs they introduced, for the songs that now have become your shower jams and lullabies. Tell someone that you think they’re amazing and smart, especially if they don’t think so of themselves.
In a world where everyone looks past a street singer and ignores the old man painting sunsets in a park, be that someone who isn’t afraid to tell people about the beautiful things in them. Be that someone who isn’t afraid to be soft to others. Be that someone who isn’t afraid to be kind.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
#1
Gazing at Dipper,
In the dry summer night sky,
Seven towers light.
#2
Brown Molave leaves,
Blown under the summer heat,
Scatter on dry soil.
#3
Gumamela grains,
Swept by swift North-East trade winds,
Reach the hibiscus.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:05 AM UTC
Paano matataho ang kanyang damdamin
Sino ang tinutukoy niyang minamahal
Bakit niyakap bigla
Malalim na ang gabi nang nagpaalam
Tinutugis ng kalituhan
Isang dapit-hapon, habang naglalakad
Isang ale ay humagulgol sa gilid ng kalsada
Ngunit walang sinuman ang nakapuna
Buong aparisyon nga ba
Sa bulaklak ng gumamela,
dalawang paru-parong itim ay nakita
na dumapo at lumipad nang sabay
Sino kaya ang susunduin ng kamatayan
Sa pag-uwi ay kay bigat ng pakiramdam
Sa mga salitang naisulat ay doon binuksan
ang nakakakilabot na bangungot ng kadiwaan
Ang mga nailimbag ay
" Lupa't langit ay nakahanay
Tila'y magkarugtong parang itong
buhay"
Apat na oras na ang lumipas pagkatapos ng takipsilim
Minamasdan ang ama na humihilik
Hawak-hawak ang panyong itim
Dinalaw na ng himig ng hele at napaidlip
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC