"magdala" poems
Sa pagibig....
Pwede kang magdala, o ikaw ang dadalhin
Pwedeng kang paasa, o ikaw ang paasahin
Pwede kang manggamit, o ikaw ang gagamitin
Pwede kang mabigo, bago mo sya bigoin
Bago magmahal, dapat bang handa ka?
Na Bago ka masaktan, kailangan ng anestesia, ano para manhid muna?
At dapat bang may pamunas? Bago ka lumuha?
Ahh, Bago pala ang lahat, ano ba magiging luma?
At Ganon ba ngayon pagnagmahal?
Para manalo ang taya, dapat **** isugal!
Pano kung lahat mo na ginawa? Kulang parin
Di ba masakit?
Kung Alam na nating masikip sa damdamin, pinipilit pang pagkasyahin
Lahat naman talaga pwede diba?
Tulad ng sinabi ko sa unang stanza
Pwede kayong dalaway magkatuloyan
Pwede ding tuluyan kang iwanan
Pwede ka nyang maalala, pwede ding kalimutan
Pwede ka rin nyang paalalahanan na wag mo na syang ligawan
Pero laging pakatatandaan....
Lahat ay nagtatagumpay lang kung naiiwasan ang kabiguan
Pero ako, di parin ako matatakot magmahal
Kasi alam kong darating ang araw di magtatagal
Na ang natagpuan ko man di sakin itinadhana,
May itinadhana para sakin na di ko pa natatagpuan
Dun ako naniniwala,
Ang puso ko di parin nakasara
hinihintay lang kita aking sinta
Hanggan sa panahon na tayoy magkita
Lahat ng pagtingin ko sayo na
Ngunit ngayon, sa paglipas ng panahon
Ang anyo ng pagibig ay nagbago, Lasa nagkaroon
Noong nanliligaw sobrang sweet,Naging bitter ng nabasted
Meron pa ngang iba, iba iba ang tinitikman ng di mo nababatid
Parang sa kape din, noon stick to one lang ang timplahan
Ngayon naimbento na ang 3 in 1
Parang tema ng pelikula din, noon may happy ending
Ngayon dapat happy lang walang ending
Noon ang poreber pinaniniwalaan
Ngayon ang poreber, walang ganyan
Noon may pagibig na wagas
Ngayon ang pagibig nagwawakas
Kaya naaalala kita sa Noon at ngayon
Kasi,,,,
Noon, saksi ang langit,nagsumpaan tayo
Ngayon, dahil sa galit, sinusumpa mo na ako
Noon, ang nadarama natin masaya lang
Ngayon, ang nararamdaman natin masasayang lang
Noon, hawak hawak pa kita,Ngayon, bakit bumitaw ka na
Noon, andito ka pa, Ngayon, bakit anjan ka na
Di ko mawari ang pagibig kung itoy biyaya bakit masakit
kung gaano katamis noon, ngayon walang kasing pait
kung gano kainit noon, ngayon napakalamig
Kung gano ka kinikilig noon ,ngayon naging manhid
Kung gano tayo kalapit noon, malayong agwat ngayon
Kung gano tayo nagaalala noon, biglang nagkalimutan ngayon
Kung gano tayo kasaya noon, walang kasing lungkot ngayon
Pangako **** di ka magbabago noon, ngunit nagiba ka na pala ngayon
Kung Ano man ang meron noon, lahat yun nawala ngayon
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
#102216 #PortBarton
Bata pa lang ako,
Pinagmamasdan na kita.
Sariwa sa kamusmusan,
Puno ng mga tanong na "bakit?"
Ba't ayaw **** magpakita?
Na kailangan Mo pang magtago sa mga ulap;
Na hindi ko maabang-abangan
Ang eksaktong pagsikat at paglubog Mo.
Ba't Mo ako sinusunog?
Na sa t'wing naglalakad ako,
Sinasaktan mo ang mga balat ko.
Na hindi ka nagsasabing
Magdala ako ng payong o kapote.
At ba't lagi mo akong ginigising?
Na hudyat ng pagbibilang ng panahon,
Na kailangan ko pang bumangon
At buhayin ang sarili't umahon.
---
Di Ko na kailangang magpasikat sayo
Pagkat hindi na lihim ang Liwanag Ko.
Ilang lugar na rin ang pinasuyod Ko sayo --
Sa Norte at Sur, buhay ang presesya Ko.
"Walang kupas at walang katulad,"
Yan ang sambit mo.
Ika'y Aking saksi;
Sa iba't ibang pagbunyag Ko ng Aking Sarili --
Sa iba't ibang katauhang may sari't sari ring kwento:
Silang simpleng manggagawang
Lakas ay Sa'kin ang paghugot.
Isabit Mo ang bawat larawan
Sa dingding **** Aking ipinagtitibay.
Nais Kong mailawan
Ang bawat madilim **** espayo.
Madilim man, nakikita Kita.
---
Ikaw ang Pag-asa;
At Sayo dumadaloy ang lahat.
Kakatok ang Iyong Sinag sa butas-butas kong mga haligi.
Pangako mo'y pasalubong
Kaya't ako'y sabik sa pagdating Mo.
Sasalubungin kita saking pagbangon
At bubuksan ang aking mga bintana,
Bilang pahiwatig
Na nais kong taglayin ang Ilaw Mo.
Bukas ang pintuan ko Sayo;
Ikandado Mo ako, tangan ang di papupunding Liwanag --
Yan ang pagpapasakop ko;
Saklawan Mo sanang ganap ang hain ko.
Gagayak ako sa Iyong saglit na pamamaalam
Na siyang susubok sa Ilaw na pinaiwan Mo sakin.
At may galak akong magsisindi sa bawat poste,
Ng gaserang may purong langis.
Iihipan ko ito sa aking pahinga,
At sadyang ang dilim
Ay tamang pansamantala lamang.
---
Tiyak ang oras mo
At singhaba ng araw ang pasensya mo.
Nagbabalik akong may hubad na sandalyas --
Marumi ako pero saking pag-uwi,
Dito rin pala ang paghuhugas.
Pinagmamasdan ko ang putik sa mga paa ko
Maging ang alikabok sa mga palad ko --
Pawang nakuha ko sa trabahong
Bansag saki'y tagautos.
Pansin ko, ang dumi-dumi ko pala;
Kailangan ko nang pagpagan ang sarili;
At pawang ang lahat pala'y
Di ko makikita nang wala Ka.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
Bibitawan ko
At hahayaan
Ang agos na ang magdala
Sa aking nararamdaman
At kung ito'y mapadpad ulit sa dalampasigan
Baka sakali'y ito'y maaari
Nang pansinin ulit, at
Sa pangalawang pagkakataon
Ay subukan muli
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
Mistulang isang panaginip,
Parang tala sa paningin,
Sa hangi'y nagpapa-iba ng ihip,
Oras ay pinapatulin.
Di ko alam kung bakit,
Damdami'y di maikubli,
Nasabi ng paimpit,
Natulala nang ika'y ngumiti.
Nagbibigay kulay,
Sa mundo kong kay dilim,
Kaluluwa ko'y binuhay,
Ginawang puti ang itim.
Masasabing busilak,
Walang halong kasinungalingan,
Para bang isang bulaklak,
Namukadkad ng kagandahan.
Ngunit aking ikinalungkot,
Nang naisip ang katotohanan,
Mundo'y nabalot ng poot,
nang ika'y aking nagustuhan.
Dahil kung magiging tayo man,
Hindi ko gustong magdala ng kalungkutan,
Hindi ko gustong ika'y aking masasaktan,
At ngiti mo'y di na ulit masisilayan.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
Ikaw yung tipo ng babae na walang arte
Yung hindi nahihiyang magdala ng kapote
Maliit ka nga, boses nama'y boses lalake
Ang ganda mo. Lalo na't ika'y simple.
Sana tayo'y muling magkita
At muling magkaroon ng isa pang pagkakataon.
Pasensya kana sa sinayang na panahon.
Pero sana'y batid **** mahal na kita.
Sa t'wing ika'y aking nakikita,
Hindi ko maitago ang aking saya.
Hindi mo ba ito pansin sa aking mga mata?
Sabagay, siya pa din kase mahal mo.. diba?
Noon pa'y alam kong talo na ako
Pero sige, ipaglalaban ko ito.
Please lang. Saluin mo ako.
Heto na ko, nahulog na sayo.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
Nalalayuan kaya ang mga ibon tuwing tinatanaw
ang malawak na hinagap ng kaparangan?
Nasisilaw pa rin kaya sila sa bukang liwayway
kahit mula pagkamulat ay iyon ang kinagisnan?
Nasasaktan pa rin kaya sila sa ganda ng paglubog ng araw
at ang angking kawalang pagkakatulad ng bawat isa?
Natatakot pa rin kaya sila sa halik ng dilim
kahit ang gabi ay nangangakong magdala ng lamikmik?
Kay rami ko pang nais itanong sa mga ibon,
kay bigat ng patong sa munti nilang mga pakpak.
Paano magtatanong ang isang hamak na bulaklak
sa kagitingan ng mataas at malayang agila?
Kay rami ko pang balak ibulong sa mga maya,
kung may pangarap man sila, ihahalik ko sa hiraya.
Ngunit anong magagawa ng isang payak na talulot
sa ilalim ng langit at sa ibabaw ng gumuguhong mundo?
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 12:16 AM UTC
your mother
was a girl with ashes in her eyes and gold in her nostrils
a chain delicate as autumn leading from ear to the centre
of her heart, of the place where our priest's holy incense found its sole purpose.
I just assumed that she
was a wild wanton that ran through the ashes and dust of the
streets of the market at dust, and she loved and did not love
and not loving made it easier to lay on the tabernacle of a sacred courtesan.
we don't have those anymore
they drove them out screaming, naked, heads shaven
as barren and scorched as the desert in their dying breaths
and Maryam, we don't have those anymore,
the word is not courtesan but *****
but I took it on faith out of love for you
when you told me with fire in your eyes that your mother
saw the face of God in between the sheets of paper
as a maiden pure, the Egyptian lotus in her secret sweetness only God knew,
Psyche drawing back the veil of Isis, looking at the face of her star-birthing lover.
to love you was to look at the sun
and be burned, enflamed, seared into agony and nothingness
and yet to be clothed in the flesh of the sun anew
and when I wore nothing but the star-strewn gold dusk of my skin
I wore the sacred mantle of a courtesan.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
there's a secret place i found to keep my fear
to hide my tenderness & be vulnerable --
it's next to the smallest bones in your inner ear
the fluid skin blanket of your swooping neckline
lily-soft & somehow stiff enough to break
open my seed-pod heart
the one i thought no one could pry apart
but with rosebud ******* -- lips --
the figure of biblical magdala takes me
away from a lone satsuma tree raising its
shriveled offering from the crippled earth
on sunday strolls through duckpond parks
kicking cobbled streets of augusta block
or scooping water at me smiling in cutoffs
on a hot hometown riverbank
you came to me on barefeet out of the smoke
& rain silence where i was invisibly sobbing
where heat-lightning waltzed
sneaky-pete over the prairie
& what are you if not a rain -- a zephyr
flowing through stone temple
just as the dry-mouth dog days of summer
brought hell's fire across the southern field
so i've abandoned the hermetic existence
& buried my old dead shell with a
harp song hail glory to the contortionist god
vaulting off the balance beam in the
back of my mind beneath the
rain soaked topsoil of dawn
among the mound palaces
of ants & mourning mud hornets
while the gray shadows of the magpie
dance & writhe on the mosaic faces of
the trespassed lupine forest
& the sun still comes up on time big
gold fluttering like a delusional cicada
over the empty pink street
i'm still fidgeting because
clouds with tails like jellyfish sting
with rooted memories of azaleas but
you kiss away my all my latent
restless gypsy fears & keep the harsh
light dimmed or wrapped in heat-foil
in your front dress pocket & you only
give it back to me in brief drips --
pinches -- wet tongue kisses --
we talk with our eyes as only animals
can our butts in the damp sand
beside the breathless sea where streaked
clouds seem free to finger the horizon
but are cut by the city skyline --
a switchblade
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Smouldering pain of ancient harboured, in the heart inflamed
of a passion, amassed whole of suffering earth nestled in your breast,
came alive in her who mastered the seven realms, whose
aspiration ardent brought down in that simpleton, grace that
poured forth like a pitcher upturned on this world enamoured of death.
Ah, that simpleton who never could fathom caprice that condones
commerce in the very heart of the temple of justice, the virtue and sin
the learned uphold that cannot see in the neighbour's fall,
ones own, or how if the father that birthed the world is divine,
his children be brutes or kin of daemons that deserve stoning to death?
O Magdala, Magdala, your daughter weeps today!
A drop of blood dries the sands today, heavens weep in the tears
silent of she who stands by the cross today, even abandoned by those
for whom he gave so much; In the still dark night grace walked
the stormy water; and Lazarus returns from wherefore who knows;
A husbandsman reads and answers doubts in minds of learned pharisees.
For every whiplash cast was cast on the earth wide. Every insult
taunted the winds draping your arms. That girdle of thorns, mother,
was placed indeed on your mourning heart. When the cross
ascended slicing the firmament, heavens were mute to your pain,
lama sabachtani, sabachtani, grieves the earth unto the empty, parted skies.
O Magdala, Magdala, your daughter weeps today!
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
kinuha mo ang aking mga kamay- tinitigan mo ako
at sinabi mo, 'halika, lumayo tayo dito,' kaya tayo'y nagtungo
sa lugar na walang sakit at nakapanlulumong,
mga problema na ating dinaranas dati;
at nuon ding panahon na iyon,
nahanap natin ang tunay na kasiyahan
sa piling ng isa't isa, walang kamalayan
sa ibang tao sa paligid, pagkat magkasama na tayo;
wala nang problema na maaaring magdala ng bagyo
masaya na tayo, sa simpleng mga bagay na mayroon tayo
mga bagay na hindi man bago,
hindi man sapat para masabing masaya, pero alam ko,
ramdam ko, na masaya na tayo
pero
teka, ano ito?
Teka, bakit nawawala na
ang lahat ng nasa paligid natin
TEKA LANG! -sambit ng mga labi ko
yun na ang huling nasabi ko sayo
akala ko, masaya na tayo
sa mga simpleng bagay na mayroon tayo,
mga bagay na hindi man bago
ngunit ngayon, bumalik na ang simple sa kumplikado
hinahanap ngayon ang saya sa salitang 'tayo'
pero nagising ako;
at kahit anong pilit na ipikit muli ang aking mga mata
at subukang mahimbing sa kaisipan na mayroong ikaw at ako
huli na ang lahat, di ko na maibalik ang panandaliang suyo
ng minsang nanaginip ako na mayroong tayo
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
Aphrodite's halo
cast in stone
a marble Jar broken
mystical tokens
like Jimmy's guitar
essence of the soul
have spoken.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 2:03 PM UTC
“Let me rescue you. I can see the truth. I can see right through the pain.”
The simple sight of you is soothing and that gift shouldn’t be hidden by tears running down your face.
To invest effort is to accept risk and even though your emotional stock has crashed your effort doesn’t go unnoticed.
You bought into a corporation that had no intention of reaching a partnership & you feel bad because you’re seemingly the only one that didn’t know this.
In agony you elude all conversation of investment because you simply desire to forget; you don’t want to hear that name no more.
You piece together astounding outfits to venture to bars and cloak the ache with a smile. You smile at me and hope I don’t witness liquor doesn’t numb the pain no more.
Shot. Shot. Shot. Emotional bullets are released to parallel the attempt of intoxicating wounds as you cry out for healing and memory absence.
As you scan social media it torments your mind & so everything good said about love gets your rejection whilst everything bad said gets your acceptance.
A tree never ceases to be a tree, the apple that plunges from it will always be an apple, cotton will always be cotton, regardless of the time or condition it will continue to be even and soft.
All that is beautiful in life is consistent, Love is the most beautiful and consistent existence in life, so how could Love ever be considered something that is on & off?
Sometimes we can become so devoured and muddled by what we want, we forget what we deserve resulting in us being hurt & that’s life, that okay to be.
“Take a look at me, I promise I will be, all the things that you wanted him to be.”
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
On the Western side of the Sea of Galilee
between Tiberias and Capernaum
the apostle of the apostles was born.
O holy myrrh-bearer, Mary from Magdala
the red egg in your hand Tiberius Caesar's debacle
would be of "Speak now or Forever rest in Peace"
* The poem is based on the Paschal eggs' tradition. During a dinner with the emperor Tiberius Caesar, Mary Magdalene was speaking about Christ's Resurrection. Caesar scoffed at her, saying that a man could rise from the dead no more than the egg in her hand could turn red. Immediately, the egg turned red. Because of this, icons of Mary Magdalene sometimes depict her holding a red egg. Also, this is believed to be an explanation for dyeing eggs red at Pascha.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Seeing through me
Sulphur singes the face of foes.
The inferno beneath him leaps
as inside outs on key
and spills an invite to woes
of the hanging Judas who weeps.
The pride he borrowed has broken,
His bottom barren. Ravaged within a burrow
He is cursorily spat.
He is cursorily let
Strengthened and channeled
at heart he is good
A reminiscence of Mary of Magdala
He nourishes as he sustains
to replenish.
Seeing through me
Aquacade ails the face of friends
Seeing me through
Thulani A. Luthuli
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC