"lila" poems
Sumulat ako ng isang mahabang tula.
Tungkol sa ulan na kailanma’y di tumila.
Kahit na ito’y sadyang dalubhasa.
Ito’y kailanma’y hindi mo mababasa.
Sumulat ako ng isang mahabang tula.
Tungkol sa telang nagkukulay na lila.
Nagsimula ako na maligaya.
Ito’y kailanma’y hindi mo mababasa.
Sumulat ako ng isang mahabang tula.
Tungkol sa nakabibighaning himala.
Ako’y hindi makapaniwala’t napuno ng pag-asa.
Ito’y kailanma’y di mo mababasa.
Sumulat ako ng isang mahabang tula.
Tungkol sa pagtingin sa kana’t kaliwa
Puno ng salita’t walang maipakitang pruweba
Ito’y kailanma’y hindi mo mababasa
Sumulat ako ng isang mahabang tula.
Tungkol sa isang nakakaawang ulila.
Ako’y umuwi habang ang mata’y puno ng luha.
Ito’y kailanma’y hindi mo mababasa
Sumulat ako ng isang mahabang tula
Tungkol sa pagsulat ng talata.
Nagmuka akong walang utak na sanga
Ito’y tapos mo nang mabasa
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Madalas magising sa murahan nila,
Na daig pa ang ulan na walang tila,
Kapayapaan sayo’y nangungulila,
Tila naalayan na ng rosas na lila.
Hanggang kailan kaya sila ganito,
Hanggang ang isa ay sawa na sa mugto,
Bakas ng kahapon nagsisilbing multo,
Na ugat ng bawat ‘di pagkakasundo.
Hanggang kailan kaya kayang tiisin,
Lahat ng mga hinagpis at pasakit,
Na dulot ng walang hanggang away,
Kailan kaya sila maghihiwalay?
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
Know throughout as
Mohan the enchanter.
or even Gopala or Govinda
Jagganatha is known as
Shri Krishna appeared in Gokul
Many legends have been told
with skin as Jambul as a jamun
And flute music like the song of a bulbul
Legends and stories carry on
through rasleela, they are known
through Krishna Lila, they are showcased
but all throughout the king is born
His radiance appearance of
Jambul skin and a peacock feather
or even crown in Tribhanga and his flute
with sweets notes of love
As a warrior in the battle of Kurukshetra
Throughout the Mahabharata, he is known
here he shared with Arjuna
what is known as the Bhagavad Geeta
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna,
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
With this, I offer my salutations to you
Oh Lord Krishna,
Please accept my humble
request to thee
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Nang makasabayan sa paglalakad,
napatingin at napangiti
Ang hubong sintido ay naghimok para mauna na pansinin
Kapagkuwan ay kumaway sa kanya at lumapit
Simpleng nagpakilala bilang kamag-aral
Talastas niya na isang taon nauna sa kanya
Naging mausisa tungkol sa mga ****
Naisagot lang ay baka at siguro
kahit balot ng kainitan ng puso
Nang naghiwalay ay lalong nanabik
Masigasig sa pag-aaral
Nagrerepaso ng mga aralin sa bakasyon
Isinabay din sa mga pagpupuri sa dikit ng gabi
Sa kulay abo na panaginip ay lumaboy
Maraming kumpul-kumpol ng mga orkidya at iba pang bulaklak
Matao sa merkado subalit nakakabingi ang katahimikan
Sa paglilibot, naging lila ang nasaging kagamitan
Tumayo sa katre na pinaghihigaan
Kahit wala pa sa ulirat
parang nasa alapaap
Umaangat kahit walang pakpak
Nagbubunying pakiramdam sa taas
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
Lila dogma Om
yoga prana namaste :)
English karma Hum
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
Avisala! Halina sa TED ng CapSU-Dumarao o Encapsudia
Kahawig nito ang Lireo sa Encantadia
Elemento ay hangin, sagisag ay bughaw
Lireo na kanlungan nina Danaya, Amihan, Pirena at Alena
TED na kanlungan nina Dela Cruz, Arriola, Penson at Araneta
Avisala! Halina sa Crim ng CapSU-Dumarao o Encapsudia
Katulad nito ang Hathoria sa Encantadia
Elemento ay apoy, sagisag ay pula
Hathoria na naghari dahil sa lakas at dami
Crim na naghari din kung pag-uusapan ay dami
Avisala! Halina sa Agri ng CapSU-Dumarao o Encapsudia
Kapareho nito ang Sapiro sa Encantadia
Elemento ay lupa, sagisag ay dilaw
Sapiro na sagana sa yaman ng lupa
Agri na nakatutok sa pagpapayaman ng lupa
Avisala! Halina sa Vet.Med ng CapSU-Dumarao o Encapsudia
Kamukha nito ang Adamya sa Encantadia
Elemento ay tubig, sagisag ay berde
Adamya na kapiranggot na alaga ng brilyante ng tubig
Vet.Med. na kakaunti na alagang hayop ang hilig
Avisala! Halina sa Computer ng CapSU-Dumarao o Encapsudia
Kawangis nito ang Etheria sa Encantadia
Elemento ay kuryente, sagisag ay lila
Etheria na nasa gitna at naglaho na
Computer na nasa gitna rin at wala na.
-05/19/2017
* a tribute to CapSU-Dumarao and Encantadia,
written this day of final airing of Encantadia 2016
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
~For Lila and the others~
there exists
a subset of us,
those who
for whatever reason
do not write,
but “just” repost
other’s work
Above see the word
Just
emboldened
for this selfless task
is justice inherent
For this act of bringing others
to our over constrained attention is an
action of justice,
or more profoundly
doing away with
injustice of
our human limitations
We could spend days entire
pursuing the works of others,
but life and the extraordinary demands
of writing anew, when the spirit is upon us,
are oft unable to spot, isolate, and
highlight
capture
the best of the rest,
and bless those
who reorient our eyes
away from our own bounded rivulets,
to the tried and truly, away from
habitual familial familiar good stuff,
but bring us revelations of gems,
caught within the mass maskings of missives that grows hourly, exponentially to
out attention,
to reorient
our attention,
to their filtered selections
Let us say in unison then
a blessing of gratitude
to The Reposters:
Blessed are You, Adonai our God, Ruler of the Universe, who has granted us life, sustained us, to give thanks to those who enable others, to reach us this season
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 2:42 PM UTC
Close your eyes
The dark outside can't hurt you
and I will never desert your bedside
so close them tight
The stars are so glad that they've found you
and on the blankets that surround you
they shine their light
Rest your head and I will be watching from the doorway
as you drift into a perfect, peaceful sleep
and morning will come in all its simple glory
and you will find the light
and I will be there
standing in your shadow
knowing that you once were mine
All mine
My baby
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
En los paisajes de Mansiche labra
imperiales nostalgias el crepúsculo;
y lábrase la raza en mi palabra,
como estrella de sangre a flor de músculo.
El campanario dobla... No hay quien abra
la capilla... Diríase un opúsculo
bíblico que muriera en la palabra
de asiática emoción de este crepúsculo.
Un poyo con tres patas, es retablo
en que acaban de alzar labios en coro
la eucaristía de una chicha de oro.
Más allá de los ranchos surge al viento
el humo oliendo a sueño y a establo,
como si se exhumara un firmamento.
La anciana pensativa, cual relieve
de un bloque pre-incaico, hila que hila;
en sus dedos de Mama el huso leve
la lana gris de su vejez trasquila.
Sus ojos de esclerótica de nieve
un ciego sol sin luz guarda y mutila...!
Su boca está en desdén, y en calma aleve
su cansancio imperial tal vez vigila.
Hay ficus que meditan, melenudos
trovadores incaicos en derrota,
la rancia pena de esta cruz idiota,
en la hora en rubor que ya se escapa,
y que es lago que suelda espejos rudos
donde náufrago llora Manco-Cápac.
Como viejos curacas van los bueyes
camino de Trujillo, meditando...
Y al hierro de la tarde, fingen reyes
que por muertos dominios van llorando.
En el muro de pie, pienso en las leyes
que la dicha y la angustia van trocando:
ya en las viudas pupilas de los bueyes
se pudren sueños qué no tienen cuándo.
La aldea, ante su paso, se reviste
de un rudo gris, en que un mugir de vaca
se aceita en sueño y emoción de huaca.
Y en el festín del cielo azul yodado
gime en el cáliz de la esquila triste
un viejo corequenque desterrado.
La Grama mustia, recogida, escueta
ahoga no sé qué protesta ignota:
parece el alma exhausta de un poeta,
arredrada en un gesto de derrota.
La Ramada ha tallado su silueta,
cadavérica jaula, sola y rota,
donde mi enfermo corazón se aquieta
en un tedio estatual de terracota.
Llega el canto sin sal del mar labrado
en su máscara bufa de canalla
que babea y da tumbos, ahorcado!
La niebla hila una venda al cerro lila
que en ensueños miliarios se enmuralla,
como un huaco gigante que vigila.
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The stars fallen
on the still water plane
of the lake
dreaming the sky every minute,
sizzle,
like the effect of cooling,
smile to themselves
thinking about the amazing
translocation,
from the foaming rapids of milky way
to placid dark waters deep down,
from an illusion of light years
to another, of transient reflection.
lie still for a while
taking stock of things:
isn't the real on the same level
of what we count imaginary?
when--
all the fish from secret depths
shoal after shoal after shoal
curious about the newly arrived
lightening bugs, that pulsate,
try to get closer,
propelling themselves
through water
like torpedoes sensing targets
wanting to gobble up
the whole galaxy,along with supernovae and black holes
thinking. "for us these planktons are an easy game
now right here, in our sanctuary,when we are starving"
stars, like frenzied school kids
after the last long bell
swim helter-skelter, ride
the unruly waves,
try to make it to the shore
but find dissolving altogether
was what was written on the book.
Anyway it's a"LILA"
a cosmic game illusory
all a grand opera in which
*Shakti and Shiva play
transformation game.
But the big fish
ruling cosmic space
with appetite voracious,
moves across galaxies,
crossing light years in a flash,
obliterating whatever is the matter
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
Verás la maravilla de camino,
camino de soñada Compostela
-¡oh monte lila y flavo!-, peregrino,
en un llano, entre chopos de candela.
Otoño con dos ríos ha dorado
el cerco del gigante centinela
de piedra y luz, prodigio torreado
que en el azul sin mancha se modela.
Verás en la llanura una jauría
de agudos galgos y un señor de caza,
cabalgando a lejana serranía,
vano fantasma de una vieja raza.
Debes entrar cuando en la tarde fría
brille un balcón de la desierta plaza.
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Good night, bonne nuit
Oyasamina sai, buenos noches,
Lala salama, wan an,
Spokoinyui noche, gute nacht,
Lila tov
Wherever you rest your
Head tonight
We are all one family
Let’s hold tight
and fill the world with
Dreams of Harmony
tonight.
No matter what words we use to say… goodnight…
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
A terminally ill 5-year-old was given a dream day — an amazing birthday, prom and a wedding all in one.
Lila May Schow has spent most of her life in the hospital or at the doctor’s office. She has a rare childhood cancer, neuroblastoma, and doctors have not been able to successfully treat the disease.
Lila has stopped receiving chemotherapy treatments. Doctors told the family treatment is no longer an option because her body is not strong enough.
Sadly, she is not expected to live past Thanksgiving.
Lila’s parents, assuming it could be her last birthday, decided to make the day extra special. With the help of local businesses and volunteers, everyone gathered on July for the huge party.
“We don’t know how much time we have left,” Lila’s dad Ryan Schow tells KATU, “and we have put up one hell of a fight. We just want to give her everything she deserves.”
The family started a Facebook groupto ask for help. A local bank donated the use of their building, a DJ offered his services, women dressed as Disney characters volunteered to appear and bakers donated cakes. Over 1,000 people attended the huge bash.
Lila, dressed as her favorite princess Cinderella, attended her birthday/prom/wedding. The sweetest moment of the day was when Lila’s dad proposed and married his daughter.
“We wouldn’t have gotten this far and been able to fight this hard without all the help we’ve been given. We’re so very grateful for that. It’s all about making a little girl smile,” Lila’s dad, Ryan Schow, tells KATU. “It’s all about making a little girl smile.”
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
oh lila
you are but a child
innocent in your play
building castles of sand
and breaking them down
running in the grass
and staining your jeans
so much chaos
you create
so much destruction
you manifest
oh lila
no one understands you
your simplicity is frustrating
everyone remains hallucinated
everyone remains vexed
your divine play
is but an eastern thought
however
is something we all
misconceive
when our layers are stripped
peeled off from our infinite selves
we will realize
who and what you really are
oh lila
you run our world
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 5:54 AM UTC
Now listen to the tale of Lila LaRue
A tale that taught us
to think before you do.
A plump gal she was, weighed three hundred and three
She had a strange love for berries, you see?
She hopped down Yale Trail,
And sat on stump
Plop! Right next to Edward the grump.
Edward was old, his memory fading
and didn’t appreciate Lila’s space invading.
“Lila,” he grumbled
“what do you need?”
“I’m looking for the old Yale Berry Tree!”
He sighed and humphed and grumped and thought,
“Kids these days.”
The adventures they sought!
He pointed to the left,
and said ”follow the trail.”
How Lila couldn’t wait to fill her pail!
Lila ****** to her side,
And broke into a run;
She had to get berries
‘Fore the day was done.
But then Edward shouted
something she couldn’t make out
so she lifted her head to see what it was about.
But she tripped on a root
And fell into a tree
“Its old Yale!”
Lila thought with great glee.
She plucked off a berry,
with a strange looking skin
But what was stranger
Was what lied within.
The juice is too ****
she thought much too late.
Then the grump found her,
in her lifeless state.
“Such a fool, that Lila LaRue.
never read the sign, like I told her to do.”
“Poisonous Berries, please do not eat.”
The sign read, freshly painted and neat.
Always listen to Edward
for he is old and wise.
“Never let a careless mistake
become your demise.”
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
Ni sé para quién es esta amargura!
Oh, Sol, llévala tú que estás muriendo,
y cuelga, como un Cristo ensangrentado,
mi bohemio dolor sobre su pecho.
El valle es de oro amargo;
y el viaje es triste, es largo.
Oyes? Regaña una guitarra. Calla!
Es tu raza, la pobre viejecita
que al saber que eres huésped y que te odian,
se hinca la faz con una roncha lila.
El valle es de oro amargo,
y el trago es largo... largo...
Azulea el camino, ladra el río...
Baja esa frente sudorosa y fría,
fiera y deforme. Cae el pomo roto
de una espada humanicida!
Y en el mómico valle de oro santo,
la brasa de sudor se apaga en llanto!
Queda un olor de tiempo abonado de versos,
para brotes de mármoles consagrados que hereden
la aurífera canción
de la alondra que se pudre en mi corazón!
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'Lika May was blue
And was her house
And was her nails
But sometimes they were pink
sometimes
And 'Lila May was beautiful
And blue
'Lila May was blue
And at night on the full blue moon
she would paint
The walls
With blue
Oceans and seas and river and
streams of blue
And wash it away with water
Before the sun could chase the moon away
And ruin the blue
And 'Lila May was blue
Was blue
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
In auburn the sun fell.
In crimson she rose again.
As a gift of entrancing love.
My flowers overt, with inverted bells.
An infusion of Lila , green and white.
The spring sprung forth from earth so deep.
Leaving winter doth but weep.
A scene from seasons.
Of row boats and true love.
Of coffee with cream.
Photographs on front covers of many magazines.
Periodicals they speak.
Peace descends amidst those flowers.
Many more hours.
Sun hats and short sleeves.
Mystically weaving.
Gossamer strings,
Such pretty things.
(c)LIVVI
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Por las calles, ¿quién aquél?
¡El tonto de Rafael!
Tonto llovido del cielo,
del limbo, sin un ochavo.
Mal pollito colipavo,
sin plumas, digo, sin pelo.
¡Pío-pic!, pica, y al vuelo
todos le pican a él.
¿Quién aquél?
¡El tonto de Rafael!
Tan campante, sin carrera,
no imperial, sí tomatero,
grillo tomatero, pero
sin tomate en la grillera.
Canario de la fresquera,
no de alcoba o mirabel.
¿Quién aquél?
¡El tonto de Rafael!
Tontaina tonto del higo,
rodando por las esquinas
bolas, bolindres, pamplinas
y pimientos que no digo.
Mas nunca falta un amigo
que le mendigue un clavel.
¿Quién aquél?
¡El tonto de Rafael!
Patos con gafas, en fila,
lo raptarán tontamente
en la berlina inconsciente
de San Jinojito el lila.
¿Qué runrún, qué retahíla
sube el cretino eco fiel?
¡Oh, oh, pero si es aquél
el tonto de Rafael!
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Malambot ang kalimbahin,
talulot ng bulaklak na rosas,
tamang-tama sa pagpapagaan
ng masakit na pakiramdam
ng puro pasâ at bugbog-saradong lila
ng sugatang puso ng isang bansa -
sinugatan ng mga taon ng panggagahasa
ng mga pulitiko, at panghahalay
sa ekonomiya at lipunan.
Nagpapagaling ang kalimbahin.
Tamang timpla ang kalimbahin
ng matingkad na pulang dugo,
inialay ng mga bayani, nag-aalab sa banal
na pag-ibig, pagnanasang lumaban
para sa kalayaang tila napakailap
sa lahing puno ng kasawian
at ng dalisay na puting diwa
ng mga duminig sa tawag ng sambayanan
di alintana ang sarili, busilak tulad ng papel
na walang sulat, na sa ibabaw n’ya
ay mahihiyang maglapat ang isang makata
ng mga talatang sambay-bakod kumbaga.
Masaklaw ang kalimbahin.
Maliwanag ang kalimbahin
litaw na litaw sa tila itim
ng gabing pinakamadilim
sa ating sinalantang kapuluan,
at sa malabo, lalong kumukupas
na pangungunyapit ng bughaw-lilang kalangitan
subalit may sumisilip na’t nagpapalakas-loob
na sinag ng dilaw na araw muli, nababanaag
ang bagong Pag-asa ay binabasag
ang nakabalot na karimlan,
nagbabadya, ibinabaybay
ang ating kaligtasan
bilang isang bayan –
At kalimbahin ang kulay
ng bukang-liwayway.
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 7:58 AM UTC
sa maingay na mundo
sumulat
sa makalat na kwarto
sumulat
sa mga nakakalason na yugto
sumulat
at 'wag tayong tumigil
hangga't ang utak natin
ay unti-unting nagiging mapayapa
lumilipad
hinahangin
ng bawat salita
tugma
kinukulayan ang bawat pahina
ng kahit anong kulay na gusto mo
pula
lila
kahit pagsamahin mo pa sila
ikaw ang bahala
basta't sumulat ka
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
You,
with your tender
blue eyes
and gentle little soul,
are the warmth, and sunshine
in a cold and dark world.
You bring my life comfort
with your calm purr,
and your soft fur.
I love your
every little claw,
on your every little paw.
And i envy your tiny innocent heart
full of endless,
unconditional love.
You are
the most pretty,
and the finest little kitty.
Thank you
for being my best friend.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
i forget
deep at night
no one
no thing
deep bliss
i wake
in lila
who am i?
what am i?
i lose everything
they are me
why???
are they afraid?
so violent?
i am ready to
give this
false life
for the
knowledge of
the ONE
SO FEW
know
please don't
crucify me
if you do
it matters not
the way of
the manifestation
who are YOU?
who am I???
or i ???
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
crying
screaming
aching.
tigers wasting space and causing problems.
everyone hates them.
nothing lila does is good enough for you and you wonder why she's always so miserable.
what about Margaret?
she cries herself to sleep each night hating herself more and more, wishing she was a bird that could fly away and find somewhere safe.
Caroline screams at walls and hopes she was someone nicer, prettier, better.
Better.
******* Tigers growling in your head, telling you you're all wrong.
Conor's not here to help you this time.
You're being ridiculous.
paint on a smile and pretend you're okay
it's what they want to see.
they don't hear you speak
they don't care.
Runaway.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC