"kaila" poems
Pisnging mapula
mapungay na mata
ako’y masaya sa tuwing ika’y nakikita
sabihin na nating ang ilong ko’y kawangis ng bawang
ang amoy ko pang tikbalang
at malaki ang aking baywang
ang pagmamahal mo parin ay kahit kaila’y ‘di nagkulang
Salamat sa pagtanggap sa’kin
Kahit minsa’y medyo mahangin
Kahit ngayo’y lagi nang nakasalamin
Pinagtitiisan mo pa rin
Sa kabila ng lahat ng kasalanan
Ang pagpapatawad mo’y tila walang hanggan
Kaya ngayong araw ng mga puso
Sana’y iyong magustuhan
Munting handog
ng matabang batang matagal ka nang hinahangaan
Nais ko sana’y ‘wag tayong mag away
Para naman ang araw na ito’y maging matiwasay
Mahal mo ata ako, at alam **** mahal rin kita
Kaya hayaan **** ang tulang ito’y ika’y mapasaya
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Hello, how are you?
I don’t care. My name’s Bruce.
Where’d you get your tattoo?
Now you’re smiling, aren’t you...
Oh you’re not? You’re so rude.
You’ve got a real ****** attitude!
Where’s your manager? Move!
I’m sorry sir-
What seems to be the issue?
Your cashier at register 2.
She doesn’t smile. She’s just rude.
I am so sorry about her. What can I do?
Fire her is what you need to do!
I’m sorry about the wait ma’am,
How can I help you?
Oh yes, hi, my names LuLu.
That last guy was nasty to you.
You deserve better, you do.
Oh it’s no problem-
Nice people like you make me love what I do.
What’s your date of birth, LuLu?
June 26th, 1972.
Nothing seems to be ready...
What were you expecting?
WHAT!? THERE’S NO WAY!
I CALLED IT IN YESTERDAY!
WHY DON’T YOU JUST LOOK IN THE COMPUTER!?
YOU KNOW WHAT- NEVERMIND! JUST STAY!
YOU’RE GOOD FOR NOTHING ANYWAY!
WHO KNOWS WHY YOU EVEN GET PAID?
JUST HAVE IT READY. I’LL BE BACK AT 8!
With tears in my eyes... I’ve cleared the line.
The phone’s still ringing, to no surprise.
Hello, Kaila speaking- how can I help you tonight?
I’VE BEEN ON HOLD FOR AN HOUR!
WHY!?
I apologize sir, we’re very busy Monday nights.
THAT’S NO EXCUSE. MY NAME IS MIKE.
YOU PEOPLE CALLED ABOUT MY GLIMEPERIDE.
I KNOW IT’S READY. I JUST NEED THE PRICE.
Actually, it’s not-
IT’S NOT READY!?
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE!?
Of course not sir, I-
I sigh.
Another customer steps into line.
I’ll be right with you sir!
Make it quick! I’ve got a cab outside!
How can I be at your service tonight?
I hung up on this other girl. She just wanted to fight.
Maybe you can help me. My name is Mike.
I’m out of my Glimeperide.
Oh, you see sir, your doctor prescribed
Glimeperide-
One tablet daily as needed at night.
These directions can’t be right.
WHAT, DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?!
No, I-
Kaila, go on break, I will help Mike.
I just got off the phone with Dr. Brennan.
She clarified those directions.
Oh! So you can fill it then?
I’m glad someone knows what they’re doing man.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
It was a magical moment
As my niece's boyfriend
Approached her the day after
Her birthday
We were all sitting around
Just talking about the night before
When he came into my view
With a bunch of roses in one hand
And small gifted bag in the other
The surprised look on her face was priceless
Her family knew before her aunties of course
She was clueless to this unexpected surprise
It brought tears to my eyes as I watched
Her young men bend, on bended knees
And proposed to her in front of her family
It was the look on her face that was so priceless
First surprise, then a glow just radiated from her soul
She looked so beautiful to mine eyes
She said yes to this special young man
I had not noticed that his brother was sitting next to him
All I could see was the glow that was there in my nieces face
What a beautiful sight to see
I bare witness to first true love
I felt so honored to be a part of this special event
And so proud of my niece as she said yes for ever more
then not more than 5 minutes later my brother
called...what a wonderful way to find out
his niece was now engaged...she was gushing
surprised and overwhelmed...shes so happy now
I smile and nod my head
yes he is a special young man that captured my nieces heart
Congratulations My Dear
Love always Aunty Kaila
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Sa simpleng sulyap nagsimula ang lahat
sa pagdaan ko'y ako'y hinanap
numero ko'y iyong pinagtanong tanong
nakuha mo ito at ako ngayo'y puro tanong
kung paano at kanino mo ito nakuha
ngunit ikaw'y puro kaila
sa umpisa pa lang ay may hinala
na sa kaibigan natin mo ito nakuha
pero heto ka at puro tanggi
hanggang sa huli ito rin ay nasabi
sa pangungulit ko'y ikaw'y napaamin
na sa akin daw ikaw'y may pagtingin
noong una'y di makapaniwala
para sa akin lahat ay bigla-bigla
mga mensahe mo ang bumubungad sa umaga
di ko namamalayan, ako'y napapangiti mo tuwi-tuwina
maya't maya'y nangungulit
pagkikita natin ay iyong ipinipilit
sa iyo ako'y nakipagkilala at nakipagkamayan
pakiramdam ko ikaw'y tila kinakabahan
sa pagkikita natin ikaw'y biglang nahuhulog
tuwang tuwa at pintig ng puso'y kumakabog
bigla-bigla ikaw'y nagpaparamdam
sagot ko'y gusto **** malaman
katanungan mo'y pinagisipan
pakiramdam ko'y ang gaan-gaan
ikaw'y sinagot at nagkatuluyan
ang araw na ito'y di malimutan
nakipagkita ka upang sa sagot ko'y makasigurado
dahil sa ang akala mo ako ay nagbibiro
pagdampi ng iyong mga labi sa aking kamay
ang sa pagmamahalan nati'y naging patunay
walang araw ang di mo ako napapasaya
sa aki'y ikaw ang nagbibigay sigla
halos araw-araw gusto natin makita ang isa't isa
pero hindi maari, pagkat mainit tayo sa mata ng madla
walang kasingsarap mga nakaw **** sulyap
hindi man natin maikukubli
o kay saya ng mga nakaw na sandali
mahirap man ito sa atin
pero lahat ay gagawin at kakayanin
pag-iibigan nati'y di sasayangin
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
My tears will stain Mother Earth
As the blood stain from our
Ancestors and forefathers
Bleed upon the ground
We fight for with our lives
As the shackles of shame are placed
Around our neck, wrists and ankles
As we mourn the loss of our land and
Our belief’s of who we are
We are told we are savage
Heathens to be saved
And yet we still wear....
The shackles of shame
You say we need to change...why?
So we can be your slaves
You say we need to believe in your God
Why just to lose who we are
We have been lead to believe
We need religion to be free
Yet we still wear these
Shackles of shame...
My tears fall into a pool of pain
As I cry for those who have...
Suffered
Degradation
Humiliation and
Oppression
Just because of the colour of their skin
Just because of their beliefs and culture
Just because of whom they are
Aborigines’.....Indigenous and free
Kaila George
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
At marami na akong naisulat.
Mga salitang hinubog ng kawalan.
Hinugot mula sa kaila ilaliman.
Mga salitang bumuo at bumubuo sa ating kasarinlan.
Naisulat ko na.
Naisulat ko na ang mga bagay na gustong ipamulat.
Naisulat ko na ang mga bagay na gusto kong iparinig.
Naisulat ko na.
Ngunit hindi mo pa nababasa.
Hindi mo magawang mabasa ang mga kataga.
Pikit ang iyong mga mata.
Sarado na ang iyong diwa.
At mas ninais **** tapusin na
Ang aking mga talata.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
I was told I was being mean
For writing what I do not understand
I understand more than you think
Hmmm If I have offended you in anyway
I do apologies
But yeah
I was beyond caring what anyone thought at one stage
How many times did I try to **** myself?
**** is one thing a person wants to forget
Don’t care how
You just want to get rid of all the memories
Then putting myself in stupid situations where I opened myself up to more....rapes
Getting drunk...waking up in strange rooms...gang rapes...it goes on
Not knowing where I was or what happened
Then remembering everything
Forever being a victim
I got sick of it
I was doing it to myself simple because I wanted to forget
Drinking...drugs...it won’t help you forget it’s just there
You have to live with it
I’m a 50 year old mother with an 18 year old boy
Because of what happened to me
I was protective of my boy
Even his father was *****
So its possible males can get ***** too
When I looked in to my boy’s eyes as he was growing up
They were innocent
As a victim you can see the signs
Thank God he didn’t have any signs of being *****
You don’t see that innocence in a victim’s eye
A lot of my poems are about ****
From the victims point of view
Yeah I am being mean
I suppose in way
But then if I am
It’s because many times in my life yes I have wanted to die
I have wanted to take my life
But I suppose I was too chicken too
I’d rather live and be alive
Even though I still remember every single detail of being
Raped...humiliated....degradation…kicked around and beaten
So if that’s not knowing anything, then I don’t know what is
Once again I would like to apologies to you if I have offended you in anyway
It was not my intention
But I stand by what I say
You get past all of that...pain.... anger.... hatred
Feeling like no one cares
Or ever will
But you can never forget the horror of what did happened to you
It lives with you forever...
It becomes a part of your life..
Still get flash’s
That’s the worst part of all this
Remembering what happened.
And one more thing....
If I refer to anyone as a fool when in pain
Then I must be the biggest fool in the world
©Kaila George 2013
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
There will always be
A reserved part of
My heart beating
Quietly in the dark
I protect it with
Love and care because
Its for those whom
Have passed on
Memories unfold
Within my heart,
Mind and soul
And ever single heart
Since gone as touched
And healed my soul
Laughter and life
Are memories
That I recall
Because with out
Their guiding light
I would not be
Who I am today
Ever now and then
I recall lost loved
Ones from the past
So from me to you
To all those gone
I love you and thank you
Straight from my heart
Copyright: Kaila George 2016
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
Let me ask you this... Are you aware
Hell exists, and it's actually cold there
My entire life I been shovelin' ****
and peekin' out the window
But if all I did was lean and sit
It would be impossible to win, so...
I'm always thinkin' of somethin' clever to say
Often my bones feel like they will crumble like chalk, but I will never decay
She told me her daughters meant the most to her
As she continues to use they just become ghosts to her
So much ambition
Sad she can't make a decision
Live or die?
Can you make a river cry?
Hell no, lets be honest between you and I
I got your back
But I gotta keep my strength to myself, I can't make up for what you lack
So as I sit here with the weight of the world on my back
I can't help but think of you and how your world turned from bright to black... - J.A.M
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
He sat on the stoop just outside the old house
Shrouded in smoke as he puffed on his pipe
In his worn out old dungaree's and checkered shirt
With his crust laden old leather boots taping to the beat
As he listened to an old static phonograph
As it played his favourite song over and over again
He listened and smiled as memories danced across his mind
His eyes grew soft as he recalled that day as
He meet his beautiful wife, he just knew in his heart
That one day she would be his wife
That particular night the stars shone bright as old blue eyes sang 'Love is here to stay'
That one dance as they waltzed across floor
Seamed like eternity their first dance their first embrace their first taste in romance
Ah that dance so long ago lingered on forever in his heart and in his dreams
He smiled and gave a knowing nod as he whispered more to himself
I will be with you soon my dear departed wife... soon
As he said these his final words just before he crumpled to the ground
The phonograph continued to play as old blue eyes sang softly 'LOVE IS HERE TO STAY'
©Kaila George 2013
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
My integrity
Is always in question
When I learn of the suppression of
Ethnic people who suffer
Simply because of who they are
You would think by now
I’d be immune to historical
History of the plight
Of many ethnic cultures
But the degradation
They endured was never ending.....
Losing your identity
Leaves you restless and unsure
As to the expectations of others
The majority of those that understand
Losing ones identity makes you feel
Insignificant like you don’t belong
I have been brought up in a society
Were Maoridom is acceptable
As part of our culture our lives
Yet I am not a Maori
It is simply a way of life
On one side Maori
On the other European
And in between we’re do I fit in
My parents enforced our culture in us
But as children we denied our heritage
We were young we didn’t know any better....
But as I grew older I learnt
more about my culture and it’s history
I no longer turn my back on my culture
I embrace it with all that I am
A proud Pacific Islander
I stand before my forefathers
And embrace their legacy
Of who we are as people of the pacific
And as quoted in Moana
“Voyagers of a never ending story”
I am a Cook Islander and I am proud to be me
Written by:
Kaila George
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
Hello person whose smile I have recreated in my mind’s eye a myriad of times
Hello gentle voice whose gaze I have grown under and gathered untold strength from
You, who are more than friend, more than equal to family
You, whose calm and kindred energy repletes me
With thanks I sit in your beloved company
And drink in of our friendship’s nearest repaired distance
You sit across from me at last
And all is well again
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Mum why is there war?
Because men believe in what they say
So they fight for what is right
Mum why does the rain fall?
Because people believe
They are the tears of God
Each time a baby dies
Mum why does the sun shine?
Because it warms the earth
To make new life each and every day
Mum why is the sky blue?
Because they believe
God painted it that way
Mum why are there stars?
Because people believe
It's a birth of a newborn child
Mum will you and dad get back together
I look at him with sad eyes
Alas no my son...we have grown apart
Was never your fault we just grew apart
Mum why do you cry?
Because I am so happy
God gave you in my life
I love you mum
I love you son
You're the apple of my eye
© copy write Kaila George
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Kaila
you say that we all make mistakes
your dizzy vision &
sloppy decisions
account for the kiss you never intended
to happen
you say that alcohol weakened your inhibitions
i say it weakened what we have
if you kiss her once
you might kiss her twice
i tell you more in spite
but
remember how hurtful my words can be
should they cut you?
and rip at your heart
the way you tore at mine?
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
She sat upon her rocking chair
That had a good view of the
Coming and goings of life just outside her porch
She smiled as she remembered
Meeting and greeting people
Over the years ahh yes.....
She remembered her own
Grandfather sitting in this very chair rocking back and forth
And telling her storys
Of his childhood....she smiled
She could hear his voice
As he told her of how back in his day they had to work the land...they had none of these fandangled machines...no siree
She smiled
She remembered the day she brought her boo to met her father for the very first time he had looked at him sternly and asked with that soft spoken voice of his....so what are your intention young man...she smiled
She remembered presenting to both her mother and father her small bundle of joy and the pure joy as they held him for the first time the glow on their faces....words could not discribe...she smiled
She remembered so much that happened on this very porch
She smiled the wind blew softly as she rocked for the last time
And that's how they found her...rocking still in her chair
As she smiled
By Kaila George
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
Silence speaks in volumes
The birds no longer sing
The lions no longer roar
The bee’s no longer hum
The animals no longer speak
Unto each other in their own tongues
Motions no longer move
The animals no longer run
The birds no longer fly
The fish no longer swim
Humans no longer live or breathe
Nature no longer paints its
Brush of life on mother earth
The rain no longer falls
The grass no longer grows
Flowers and trees
No longer bloom
Children will never see
A sunrise or set
Children will never see
The four seasons come and go
Our children will never
See animals of this earth
Living breathing and roaming this earth
We have stripped this planet
Earth to be barren and cold
I stand alone
On a desolate
Dying hill of death
I no longer feel the sunrays
I no longer feel the wind
The sun, moon and stars
No longer shine
Their guiding light
I stand alone
Tears fall on barren ground
I weep for my child
I weep for his children yet to be
I weep for all living things
Are we too late?
To save our planet earth
SILENCE SPEAKS IN VOLUMES
©Kaila George 2013
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
A child was premature
Only after 24 weeks her mother gave birth
She was only 12 inches long
When she came into this world
Her mother and father
Were waiting for news
And as always
Doctors filled them with gloom
She will not live for very long
And if she does complications
Will unfold
She will be blind
She will be deaf
She will be ********
She has not fully developed yet
Tears abashed as she cried in pain
Both parents distraught
At their tiny daughters plight
They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her
She survived 2 months
She was breathing still
They were fianaly able to hold her
Small tiny body in their arms
But still the Doctors said
She would not live long
And each time her parents
Would cry once more
This can't be true
She's breathing still
They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her
Two more months
Had passed on by
And still she breathed
And still she was alive
But alas the Doctors did say
She will not survive
Another day
Distraught once again
Her parents were sad
And once again they
Bowed their heads
They said their prayers
They had their faith
The asked the lord
To watch over her
Now five years on
She runs and plays
And does everything
A little girl does
And then one day
While out on a trip
With her loved ones
Her family and friends
She was chatting to mom
About things from the day
Of playing with friends
And her family
When suddenly she paused
And said out loud
Can you smell that?
Her mother concerned
Looked up to the sky
It was just about
To rain outside
She nodded to her
And said with a smile
Why yes little one
I can smell the rain
But shaking her head
She said no not that
Can't you smell that?
Puzzled she smiled
As she shook her head
Why yes my dear child
It's about to rain
Her daughter just smiled
And shook her head
Then patted her shoulders
And said out loud
It smells like him! ! !
Then her mother just wept
As her father smiled
And realized she was
Talking about God
The rain had stopped
The sun came out
She yelled with glee
I want to go play
She hugged her mom
Smiled at her dad
Its ok mom
It was just only God
Then ran off to play
Kaila George
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
I can feel a shift
In my life
Its coming
No it's not bad
It feels good
My life will change
For the better it seams
I smile and think
Has my ship sailed in
Can I be whom I want to be?
F I N A L L Y
I can be that person
That God first wanted me to be
I may not believe in man's doctrines
But I do believe in God
After all he did give me my son
When I prayed for one
He was there for me
When I was shrouded in dark
He was that forever burning light
That made me fined my way
Back to reality
I am who I am
Happy
Content
Burying the past
That use to drown my soul
I am finally free
Come join me
Let's all just be free
And be whom we want to be
Happy New Year to you all
From me your friend
Kaila George
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
The insipidness of madness
Attacks all my senses
I feel insane when things don't go right
But rage at time's make you lose yourself
Going beyond the insanity that hide's within your mind
Clutching to reality to feel that you are sane
Then a snap....two click's of your fingers and thumbs
Brings you back to reality...to make your world
Your being feel whole and complete
Then sitting back in the waking dawn
You smile to yourself and walk with your head held high
Knowing that you have kicked the madness to the kerbside
Yes today the madness will not take hold of you
I get like this sometimes
by Kaila George
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC