"hays" poems
Kailan ba akong pwede magalit?
Minsan tinitiis ko na lang talaga.
Hindi ko alam kung anong maaring mangyari
Pag nagtanim ako ng galit sa puso ko.
Kailan ba akong pwede magalit?
Kapag nasanay ka na nakangiti ako?
Yun pala, sinisira mo na rin ako,
Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit?
Kapag alam ko na, "bes, ikaw na lang talaga nakikita ko...
I’ll always look up to you."
Hanggang sa ikaw na rin ang magpapabagsak sa akin.
Naniwala ako na totoo yung mga sinasabi mo sa akin.
Naniwala ako pero kasalanan kong maniwala sa'yo.
Paumahin kasi mali atang tao ang aking napuntahan.
Kasalanan kong gusto ko matuto tungkol sa'yo kasi ayaw ng iba.
Kasalanan ko na nagpakatotoo ako sa una pa lang.
Kasalanan ko na tayo ay naging magkaibigan.
Kasalanan kong makita kung gaano ka kabait sa akin
kasi ginusto kitang makasama.
Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit?
Kapag ako ba'y patay na?
Kapag patay na ako,
Kaya mo ba ako buhayin pa?
“Oo”, o “baka”. Pero, ‘di mo na mabababalik
Ang dating kaibigan **** gusto kang samahan...
Kahit ilang segundo lamang o sandali.
Oo, nirerespeto kita dahil dapat lang.
Pero, ‘wag ka magsinungaling.
Dahil ‘di mo alam na ika’y nananakit.
Pinapatay mo na talaga ako, sakim.
Kaibigan? Sino ka nga ba talaga?
Ikaw ba talaga ay isa kong kilala?
O baka nasa mundo akong wala akong halaga.
Yung tipo na mas may halaga pa ang
Bente-sinko na sentimo kaysa sa akin.
Kaibigan nga ba? O napagtripan lang?
Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit?
Nasanay ka na nga sa aking mga tawa’t ngiti...
Minsan rin pala ay ‘di mo na kilala ang aking mga labi.
Minsa’y parang totoo ang mga sinasabi.
Pero sana naman ay binasa mo ang aking mga mata,
At sana rin ay ika’y nakakakita.
Sana mabasa mo ako gamit ang iyong puso,
O, hanap ng hanap, yun pala’y wala.
Hays, huwag na at baka ako ay umasa pa.
Bakit naman ako maghahanap ng mga bagay na wala na?
Kasi magmumukha akong walang utak,
Na hindi tinatanggap ang katotohanan.
Hindi mo naman rin ako kayang ipapasok sa mundo mo,
Nakapagtataka, ngunit napakagulo at napakakomplikado.
May minamahal man akong kapatid mo,
Minsan ay nadadamay sa sakit dahil sa’yo.
Ang puso ko ay nasa bawat isa...
Nasaan naman ang sa’yo? Wala ba?
Oo, ang puso ko ay nag-aalab sa mga apoy,
Ngunit nagmamahal kahit naususunog at nawawala na.
Oo, galit na galit ako pero mahal pa rin kita,
Kaibigan ko, ikaw nga ba ay isa?
Kaibigan ko, kailan ko ba masasabi ang aking nadarama?
Oo, ako’y minsan walang utak pero nagmamahal.
Walang utak, bulag, pero may puso parin.
Ayoko na masaktan, at ‘wag mo na ako papasukin...
Sa mundo **** parang kathang-isip lamang.
Oo, mga sinungaling at ako’y iyong pina-ikut-ikutin.
Huwag mo na lang ako muling paniwalain
At ‘wag na ring pagud-pagurin...
Kaibigan, paumanhin, ika’y dapat respetuhin.
Kailan ba akong pwedeng magalit?
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Minsan naiisip ko
Pano mo nga ba nabihag ang puso ko
Oo ako nga iyon
Ang nilalaman ng puso mo ngayon
Ewan ko kung bakit
Ewan ko kung bakit tayo'y pilit na pinaglalapit
Tas eto ako ngayon nahulog na
Nahulog na sa taong halos lahat ng ay humahanga
Oo ikaw nga yon,Minsan naiisip ko
Pano mo nga ba nabihag ang puso ko
Oo ako nga iyon
Ang nilalaman ng puso mo ngayon
Ewan ko kung bakit
Ewan ko kung bakit tayo'y pilit na pinaglalapit
Tas eto ako ngayon nahulog na
Nahulog na sa taong halos lahat ng ay humahanga
Oo ikaw nga yon,
Ikaw na ikaw, heartthrob ngayon
Mga babae sayo ay nagaabang
Pero kahit wala akong gusto sayo, ako parin ang lumamang
Noon, nirereto kita sa iba
Sa kanya, para kayo ay magkakilala
Naalala ko ang fc ko non
Pero angyare ngayon?
Oo unexpected talaga
Bat nga ba tayo ang itinadhana
Sana eto na nga ang huli,
ayoko na ng susunod pa muli
Noon, pagkakakilala ko sayo ay pafall, paasa
Pero nung lubusan kitang nakilala, hindi pala
Sadyang mapaglaro talaga ang tadhana
Di natin inaasahan tayo din pala
Bago palang, dami ng nangyari
Nakagawa ng mga pangyayaring tama at mali
Ayoko na maulit ang mga nangyari noon
Mga nangyari noon na gusto ko ng itapon
Ang swerte ko kasi ako napili mo
Kahit nung simula, wala akong gusto sayo
Pero ngayon nahulog na ko
Hays, nahulog sa taong madaming nagkakagusto
Ikaw, ikaw na kaya?
Ikaw na kaya ang "Right One" ko?
Ako, ako na kaya?
Ako na kaya ang "Lucky Girl" sa buong mundo?
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
EVERY
SINGLE
DAY
I vibe your electromagnetic waves
THERE
IS
NO
WAY
to shake your swagger babe
NORTH
WIND
TAKE
ME
AWAY
sinking into the feel of it. The reel of it. Making a meal of that swirling lay.
PLAY BY PLAY
~Rachael Hays 9A15
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
There are three versions of this poem. only one of them is available on the internet. This first version is from the New Yorker in a 1941 issue. It is the earliest version and the one that is quoted all over the internet.
To My Valentine
by Ogden Nash (1902-1971)
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oaths,
That's how you're loved by me.
The next version is the lyric of a song from the Broadway musical "One Touch of Venus" (1943) by Ogden Nash, J S Perelman and Kurt Weill. Nash wrote this lyric. It is not on the internet that I could find. I got it from the sheet music.
HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.
As a sailor's sweetheart hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a wife detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than a hangnail hurts.
I love you more than commercials are a bore,
And more than a grapefruit squirts.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As a bride would resent a blessed event,
That's how you are loved by me.
More than a waitress hates to wait ,
Or a lioness hates the zoo,
Or a batter dislikes those called third strikes,
That's how much I love you.
As much as a lifeguard hates to swim,
Or a writer hates to read,
As Hays office frowns on low cut gowns,
That's how much you I need.
I love you more than a hive can itch,
And more than a chilblain chills.
I yearn for you in an ivy clad igloo,
As a liver yearns for pills.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As a dachshund abhors revolving doors,
That's how you are loved by me.
The third is from the book "Marriage Lines: notes of a student husband" It was published in 1964 and contains a revised version of the poem with a much different ending. This too is not on the internet. I got it from the book.
TO MY VALENTINE
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or an odalisque hates the Sultan's mates,
That's how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than commercials are a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That's how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you truer than a toper loves a brewer,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I love you more than a bronco bucks,
Or a Yale man cheers the Blue.
Ask not what is this thing called love;
It's what I'm in with you.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
That day was brutally hot, and the cannon incessantly roared
It was the twenty eighth of June in the third year of the war.
Mary Hays was with her soldier, John, as he fought against the King.
Men would call out “Molly Pitcher” and she brought water from a spring.
The action began badly; Cornwallis pushing back Charles Lee.
Who’d have bet a continental that this would be a victory?
Then Washington brought up fresh troops and held Cornwallis back
Rebel cannon from Hays’ battery stalled Cornwallis’ attack.
John Hays , at his cannon, had succumbed to wounds and heat.
But his gun must not go silent or we would go down to defeat.
That was when Mary Hays decided she would take her husband’s place.
She ran to serve his cannon and kept up the firing pace.
She narrowly avoided death when the Redcoats returned fire
But bravely stood her ground and fought, and a legend was inspired.
Mary Hays survived the war and lived a ripe old age.
She was honored for her service and a State pension was paid.
That day at Monmouth Court House, we proved we could stand and fight.
The British army left the field in the darkness of that night.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
the sweetest thing - come over
got some wind to cool it down
i’ll have what you’re having, the sweetest thing.
swayer keep swayin’/lover keep loving’/player you player, don’t keep playin’.
the sweetest thing - come over
got some chill to calm you down
you’ll have what i’m giving, the sweetest thing.
swayer keep swayin’/lover keep lovin’/player you player, stop playin’ me.
the sweetest thing - come over
got some game to wear you down
we’ll get what we’re wantin’, the sweetest thing.
the sweetest thing, keep swain’
the sweetest thing, keep loving’
the sweetest thing, keep playin’, keep playin’
get nothin’
~rachael hays 17A15
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
I have
Visions of me
When I see you
There’s work to do.
~ Rachael Hays
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
don’t mistake
my benevolence
for admiration,
I’m addicted to feeding your ego {I think I love you}.
~rachael hays 19J15
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
mating behavior
pushes the limits
forgets boundaries
tall
dark
eyes like a canyon
pulling you into them
hands
length
soothing sounds
vibrations
mating rituals
dances with wolves
edge of the feather
periscope vision
~ rachael hays 9O15
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
chemical romance without any bars,
tub full of hot water,
water glass filled with wine
would I love you If I had you all the time?
I think I’ll wait
LA rituals come easy
once we discovered our time zone
a rolley between my fingers
a whisker on my tongue
your ram
has my eagle flying
you set me ablaze
and the Phoenix rises from our ashes
East - west - East - west
~Rachael Hays, 15A15
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
With her crumbled handkerchief,
She wiped the stars falling from her red eyes,
She bled her secrets to the galaxy thief,
Till the arrhythmia was reduced to defeated sighs.
Her violet joints matched the constellation,
With a violent pulse flickering in and out of life,
Her twilight breaths of condensation,
Till the planets are asleep, the only thing awake is the night.
When she's done orbiting around his fists,
And he's done burning her with his meteors,
She collects the hays of what is left,
Praying that galaxies could have a shore.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
Invite me baby…
Everyone knows
How you guard your heart
Protecting yourself
From an invisible arch
I need an invitation
Make us a reservation
For our mystic invocation
I see your game
I’ve floated your sea; but
You can’t play a player
That’s the rule for you and me.
That fools paradise
is hell honestly
Yes, eventually you will know
that Guarding too long
Is a sad and lonely song
I need an invitation
Make us a reservation
For our mystic invocation
I’ve been around for centuries
Waiting for you,
Clearing the residue
Making us a room with a view
You see I know
How you guard your heart (cuz I do it too)
Protecting yourself (myself)
From an invisible arch (been my own enemy)
Invite me baby
Invite me baby
Invite me baby
~ Rachael Hays 29S15
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
Six
Points
Six
Coins
One
Year…
Real
Six
Beats
21
Weeks
Silent
Heat…
Feel
Six
Months
Six
Wants
Forward
Launch…
Unify
~Rachael Hays 26A15
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
One plus One
Two times Twenty-Three
Forty-Six plus you and me
A mustache
A ******
A means
We must
Labor of love
Delivery from above
We meet
We seat
Together retreat.
A Jude
A jet
Never question the fret
we sing
We three
In perfect harmony.
~Rachael Hays 15S15
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
for you, they will be
waiting eagerly
to touch your dripping wet hem
to take you
over their two toned vermillion
borders
the thoughts of
those encounters
makes me faint and swimming, heady
for your smooth appeal
i am deteriorating - come back.
~Rachael Hays 21J15
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
reverend, hold on to yours heathers
pay homage in…
cold handshakes, several different when
shades weigh the same together
pretty present in existence
since sense began…
priests dressed in electric black shells
figurine sand to ocean bell sickness
pushing gapes
pulling weight
praise and break
point and gaze
motormouth mona and water without europa
wont causeway why…
mind, body, soul and soda
your holy holes in water cry souls and cola
jade green ***** curdled in cloth
terrorise terracotta blue…
his scissor cynicism floating down deep
too far in thoughts honed in drunken sleep
rotten down faith
mustard and grapes
horses in hays
the churchbell face
sipped tears in a moody blues foot
heavens name
boredom, chair tippin’ lemon gums loose
sevens straight
one is day
horned rims and your empty plates
passing on passing on passing on shoes
passed out passion with the stuff you use
no collide no collide no sliding streams
wont bother anyone but simply confuse
kholum bala froze dog brush minds
chrome collars punching trees and diamond vines
woke up at your stomach and started to sink
doesnt it look like someones had too much to think
man/woman, father/mother, sister/brother
simply cut curtains at every corner, hastily turn
to your side and roll onto the edge of your forwardness
diagonally push a fist backward from a snowy pitch
roll ten thousand times in a smooth fabric yaw
and **** down the barrel of my jaw
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
in this walk, I am solitary
it comforts me.
this leprous condemnation, my dearest heart
….has me bridled.
a noble sacrifice, please understand.
i see your face in the silvering, not my own.
shimmering, gazing, smiling at me
~ rachael hays 16J15
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
atomic thunder baby
the random things my mind can conjure
at this time and hour is amazing
i dont even have anything to write about.
i just found a draft entitled "Atomic"
with nothing on it
then like lightning, a sudden surge of verbal impulse
got me thinking of an atomic thunder baby
i dont even know what it means but it sounds epic and cool
hays. what am i even doing with my life
why cant i be smart or witty or athletic or have a lot of friends
or be mysteriously fascinating or relevant.
why cant i be an atomic thunder baby?
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
It started
in the corner of the dining room.
His favorite leather shoes set aside
to repair on a more convenient day.
He would get to it –
eventually.
In the meantime, both umbrellas
that bang and bump
in the floorboard of his litterbox car
made their way
there
next to the shoes.
Higgin’s yard sale had treasures.
A 16 lb. gold-glitter bowling ball,
a new set of silverware
(new to him)
and a VHS of Rocky III
which he always wanted to see
but would never see
hidden deeply in a
hoard of lethargy.
He goes to the Dollar Store
for soap and brandless chocolate,
returning with discount storage
boxes to organize the
growing meant-to’s in the corner.
But for now
he put them…
"uhhhh, there next to the other stuff".
Spring is almost here anyway.
Here.
Was.
Gone
just before the Summer, Fall, Winter
and the next Spring…
and 15 Springs after that.
One day he woke
on the body-worn sofa
entombed
by stacks of the Hays Daily News.
His cold, unhygienic feet
reminded him of the shoes
he could no longer see
buried ‘neath
piles of misshapen intentions
and a dead cat
staining scattered old calendars
all crossed off with
“How did I get here?”
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
if I stood in awe
you would not recognize
my face
because you can look
no one in the eyes
~ rachael hays 12J15
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
SPLINTERED - the antidote
'choosing to remain Impervious until the reflected familiarity enters the body by connecting, presenting the vast realm of awareness - the unbearable lightness of being floats into the atmospheric sound. vibrating deeply to souls core...are he and I still impervious to others... all the while the dark familiar perched watching our transformation '
with empathy, i understand
as we began the third act,
the moment of *********** ...
fingers at my throat
he would take command.
encased in a tough outer skin
from years of pressing down...of squeezing... his own pain transmuting through the pressure. pushing the anger and hurt back into his own body.
layer upon layer of scar tissue,
release of the useless agony the poison trapped below the surface.
knowing was present when I stood beside him.
as the ritual began,
vermilion borders grazing,
lips, ivory snarling over my skin
i pleaded for just a few moments and denial did not come.
one. two. three...i counted.
waiting for the sacred sensation.
exploding inside this realm of physical boundaries he filled the vacancy in my heart with each movement.
in perfection, gasping as he penetrated
pushing me down into the space,
thrusting essence of his being into me, touching the awareness of my mirrored imperviousness
his intensity pulled me into the void
we launched, penetrating our exterior skin...knowingly allowing the shedding to begin.
puncturing his thick skin,
my fangs drew out the poison...
into my body it flowed.
the antidote is him.
my death was a whim
to my surprise
the antidote is him.
~7Au17 Rachael Hays
Published 2Ja20
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
Without knowing his fate
he journeyed across states
hoping that change will give him a taste
of his unwinding belief and faith.
Everyday happens to be him making hays
getting ready to accomplish in many ways
that one thing that kept him going
though the tides are low
but he believes that one day he will be at the top looking below
"Sit back and enjoy the ride"
has been the words he affirms with pride
knowing that he got someone on his side.
Challenges appears to be his speed bumps
getting discouraged to quit by people who are dumb
to understand that this journey of his
is not a competition nor delegated for trophies.
He recalled the story of the Isrealites crossing the divided sea
a journey to get to a promise land they foresee
giving him the motivation to withstand
even when no one ever seems to understand.
Love and happiness is what he hopes to find
as he lives in the beehive of his mind
fantasizing how beautiful it will be.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
Homes and churches and
some old walls
these hands ache to build them all
Bricks or hays and big or small
One or two,
the storeys would still fall
No matter how strong and beautiful and
t
a
l
l
these hands would ache from wrecking them all
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC