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"jeepneys" poems
Manila, Manila, Your bustling streets vibrate with the rumbling of the jeepneys and the hollers of the drivers as they say, “Pasahero diyan, kasya pa, kasya pa!”; (Any passenger there, some seats are still free!) Your nights twinkle with the Christmas lights that surround every tree around the Meralco building when September begins; Your endless traffic jams keep McDonald’s and KFC alive twenty-four by seven where traffic enforcers dodge cars and vans trucks and tricycles and jeepneys and bicycles while dancing to the rhythm beating in their own ears with a smile and a salute to all the drivers from dawn to dusk; The noise awakens the outskirts of your city filled with people who never fails to smile even when the storm pirouettes like a tempestuous ballerina, where children watch the roads transform into this ocean of black water and small wooden boats become the means of transportation; paddling in between houses as the adults try to go to work; where chickens waddling upon roofs and cats chasing rats become the best forms of entertainment but Manila, your lingering smell of cancer comes with the dark blue starless sky telling people to grip their bags until it merges with their bodies. Manila, say good night while they hold it tight protecting it from the dark humid air where thieves come out to thumb down unscrutinised objects from shallow pockets by the flickering lamps across the blazing red and emerald green lights you see less and less and less faces as the Sun sinks and says good bye. Stop and try to tranquilise yourself. Your city is now lead by a blood-thirsty leader. Apologies from gunshots overpower the cries of help from your people. Manila, ignore them and sleep well. Let the truth decay while lives burn and vanish. Prayers cannot save your mutinous ignominy. Halcyon days are over but Manila, you are still a beautiful city. Your resilient people overflows with hospitable hearts. Their faces plastered with big smiles as they welcome us for you and say, “Mabuhay!” (Long live!) proud and mighty. Offering their minds on banana leaf plates to everyone who visits, Giving away their hearts in small loot bags to everyone who leaves, The Pearl of the Orient Seas was my hood. Manila, despite your lack of snow and intense weather swings, You are and will always be my home.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
Pearl of the Orient
Manila, Manila, Your bustling streets vibrate with the rumbling of the jeepneys and the hollers of the drivers as they say, “Pasahero diyan, kasya pa, kasya pa!”; (Any passenger there, some seats are still free!) Your nights twinkle with the Christmas lights that surround every tree around the Meralco building when September begins; Your endless traffic jams keep McDonald’s and KFC alive twenty-four by seven where traffic enforcers dodge cars and vans trucks and tricycles and jeepneys and bicycles while dancing to the rhythm beating in their own ears with a smile and a salute to all the drivers from dawn to dusk; The noise awakens the outskirts of your city filled with people who never fails to smile even when the storm pirouettes like a tempestuous ballerina, where children watch the roads transform into this ocean of black water and small wooden boats become the means of transportation; paddling in between houses as the adults try to go to work; where chickens waddling upon roofs and cats chasing rats become the best forms of entertainment but Manila, your lingering smell of cancer comes with the dark blue starless sky telling people to grip their bags until it merges with their bodies. Manila, say good night while they hold it tight protecting it from the dark humid air where thieves come out to thumb down unscrutinised objects from shallow pockets by the flickering lamps across the blazing red and emerald green lights you see less and less and less faces as the Sun sinks and says good bye. Stop and try to tranquilise yourself. Your city is now lead by a blood-thirsty leader. Apologies from gunshots overpower the cries of help from your people. Manila, ignore them and sleep well. Let the truth decay while lives burn and vanish. Prayers cannot save your mutinous ignominy. Halcyon days are over but Manila, you are still a beautiful city. Your resilient people overflows with hospitable hearts. Their faces plastered with big smiles as they welcome us for you and say, “Mabuhay!” (Long live!) proud and mighty. Offering their minds on banana leaf plates to everyone who visits, Giving away their hearts in small loot bags to everyone who leaves, The Pearl of the Orient Seas was my hood. Manila, despite your lack of snow and intense weather swings, You are and will always be my home.
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*There are always new places For our feet, always Another, Wearing out the shoes, The veins, and soles. I learned to love the world From your waist down. There is no end for travel. We travel and travel more. The buses fill, the jeepneys, And the planes. The trains fill, Terribly fill. Boracay fills. And what a tedious postcard This is, When the whole point Of the matter is this: that We are bound, headed, destined To someplace else, Boundless, vast And everlasting-- A non-lifetime-- Which pretty much answers Why love does not return. I think that love could, But must not return. And I will carry you on, You, On my back, Just to prove it.* © 2014 J.S.P.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Turtles
Hello Manila rooftop Manila quiet and Manila cold. I am at the quiet part of the city While cats roam by and I hear nothing. Cars rare Jeepneys none. Even if I’m looking from above. The vertigo tempts me.
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Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
Manila Night
This is the Sunday Morning Listen, a radio show in my head. We wake up to Quando, Quando, Quando and Know that Humperdinck's question's been answered. Not of old songs but old times, this is reminding me of old,   Like jeepneys en route to heaven, but the passenger detoured. This is the Sunday Morning Listen,your sound is still in my head.
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:07 PM UTC
The Sunday Morning Listen
As I breathe the taint Manila air in, I knew I was about to fall in love again. Oh how I craved for the smoke belching out of the jeepneys, how badly did I want that signature smog to have me begging for fresh, precious air? Ah, nothing would beat the musky, filthy smell from the streets and the constant fear of being pickpocketed that no feeling in the world would ever compare. The last time I felt my heart beat like a wild beast was when I was walking alone down Raon to fetch my first few vinyl records. Commuting is a breeze. Except that breeze is in the apple of the eye of the storm that I would gladly, willingly look straight into. Quiapo is but an irony; the only place in the world where you would feel safe and protected by the church and the very same place you would feel fear of being mugged or robbed or both. But the food, dear God, is incomparable. The blood enemy of my melancholy. I find peace in Binondo, a haven that makes me forget all the political dysporia going on with our good old neighbor and ***** lover, China. Let's take a breather and bask on our shared heritage and cuisine instead, shall we? Manila. Her chaos, her charm, her history and the dreams she holds for me... these are what I will always come back here and battle death for.
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
Lagusnilad
In my search for the serene quietude of dawn To warm with embers the cold rivers of my soul I have forsaken your dark shores Rising and gliding above the hills and mountains In the swiftest speed I roared But a giant realization had snatched me From the mountainous caverns of solitude Indeed as I have always known, it is Inside the warmth of your animated splendor With impassioned ears, I listened to The sweet cacophonies of jeepneys roaring In your busy streets, and the hawkers hawking Along the sidewalks and sidestreets of life Hustling under the red skies of your twilight I am alive, and you are alive Amidst the death that pervades the air And the disquiet of the surrounding chaos Like a dark ominous fog that rises into the stars   Destroying the holiness of dreams Life, life, life! I screamed into the depths of your bay Hoping to dredge from the red waters, the long gone Where tattered dreams where made anew Woven from the silken threads of sleep Birthed by the once glorious rising of the sun We are alive, we want you alive And with our heft, we will raise our fists We will break the locked doors of heaven To drag out the kings to hell And sentence them to the nothingness We will dance, like the galaxies Hammering and pounding the ground Shattering the yokes of cerebral slumber To ignite the furnaces of life And start anew a fire that would burn To bring the light through the everlasting dark!
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
Pearl Under the Swamp of Time
Under the train station from across the road one musty midnight after a late dinner, I saw him. He was alone. He watched jeepneys pass by. He stared at the road. He remained still when the other workers walked past him. He held a 7-up or maybe a Mountain Dew by the bottleneck & brought it to his lips to drink. He was sitting on a stool too small for him & so his legs were spread open. He put his free hand on his knee, in between fingers an almost finished cigarette. His work suspenders glowed under the plastic fluorescent light of Althea’s burger shop, & beneath he wore a red shirt that fastened his torso tight. When it was time to ride my jeepney home, I looked at him for a moment before getting on, & it could be that he looked right back. When we moved forward I tried looking again but saw he was looking somewhere else. Manila, 2018
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Tayuman Midnight Hour
we always went the same route six-thirty in the afternoon we'll both be on our way home riding orange-tainted jeepneys and i never really paid attention to the parked cars along our way like how i never paid attention to everything you say i was on the same route six-thirty in the afternoon i was on my way home this time, alone
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
parked cars
The pavement was drenched by that long, August rain As jeepneys swerved by and people were rushing Under a small umbrella we hurried to catch the train, As the wind grew colder and harsher that evening. As we walked towards the station our hands glued tight Those small, soft hands that laced around mine And even though you kept ranting about that terrible night It became an unforgettable memory  in this heart of mine That short train ride probably felt like the shortest ever As if time flew quickly and you suddenly said your goodbye Leaving me to travel alone pondering about the feelings at play And it struck, that sudden realization, that left me to my sighs These growing emotions kept growing, keeping me up at night Heart beats uncontrolled and erratic whenever you come around It annoys me that in your smile I find unending delight And in my love struck mind your voice sweetly resounds Each and every day I tried to avoid confronting them You see me as a friend, so its a no, a big taboo But a heart never ceases to yearn, no matter how you stop it And in my case, I seek only to be loved by you How everything would go, how far these emotions may take me I can only watch from here, hoping and praying it will go my way But as he comes along, your eyes set on him, it won't be easy The only assurance I hold on to is that you would choose to stay I'll try to assure myself with those calming, bewitching eyes And I guess I'll hold on to your sweetest, merriest smile Even if in truth, I deceive myself with those sweet, yet deadly lies And that my fantasies and reality might never get reconciled Love is a strange yet complicated feeling When you yearn what's not yours, every fiber in you rebels Even when you sacrifice your all and give up everything The ones nearest to your heart, sting like pins and needles But it also gives wisdom, helping young hearts grow Love teaches vigilance even when everything hurts It leaves us questioning, yet giving what we need most to know That it is unquenchable passion and sacrifice for everything it's worth So, here I stand, waiting for the next train to stop by, heading to destinations unknown, meeting the strangest people hoping that someday I'll meet you somewhere under a raining sky Not as friends, but as lovers, perfectly-suited, yet an imperfectly human couple. (February 12, 2015, 2:21am)
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Train Ride
The pavement was drenched by that long, August rain As jeepneys swerved by and people were rushing Under a small umbrella we hurried to catch the train, As the wind grew colder and harsher that evening. As we walked towards the station our hands glued tight Those small, soft hands that laced around mine And even though you kept ranting about that terrible night It became an unforgettable memory  in this heart of mine That short train ride probably felt like the shortest ever As if time flew quickly and you suddenly said your goodbye Leaving me to travel alone pondering about the feelings at play And it struck, that sudden realization, that left me to my sighs These growing emotions kept growing, keeping me up at night Heart beats uncontrolled and erratic whenever you come around It annoys me that in your smile I find unending delight And in my love struck mind your voice sweetly resounds Each and every day I tried to avoid confronting them You see me as a friend, so its a no, a big taboo But a heart never ceases to yearn, no matter how you stop it And in my case, I seek only to be loved by you How everything would go, how far these emotions may take me I can only watch from here, hoping and praying it will go my way But as he comes along, your eyes set on him, it won't be easy The only assurance I hold on to is that you would choose to stay I'll try to assure myself with those calming, bewitching eyes And I guess I'll hold on to your sweetest, merriest smile Even if in truth, I deceive myself with those sweet, yet deadly lies And that my fantasies and reality might never get reconciled Love is a strange yet complicated feeling When you yearn what's not yours, every fiber in you rebels Even when you sacrifice your all and give up everything The ones nearest to your heart, sting like pins and needles But it also gives wisdom, helping young hearts grow Love teaches vigilance even when everything hurts It leaves us questioning, yet giving what we need most to know That it is unquenchable passion and sacrifice for everything it's worth So, here I stand, waiting for the next train to stop by, heading to destinations unknown, meeting the strangest people hoping that someday I'll meet you somewhere under a raining sky Not as friends, but as lovers, perfectly-suited, yet an imperfectly human couple. (February 12, 2015, 2:21am)
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