"maida" poems
Maida…
My Maida…
Those honeysuckle eyes and that raspberry grin
Good and strong hands with good and strong fingers
My heart bruised my ribs when I saw you first
And as our night bid us adieu
And broken light licked our cheeks
I came unto you
As you had come unto me.
For now and for ever,
Your secret love.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 11:18 PM UTC
Pagkat isang malaking duwag, hindi umaamin at nagpapaliwanag
May pagkulog at pagkidlat sa isang oras
Di nasabi ang katotohanan
Paano pa kaya ipaglaban
Ang kasalanang pampag-ibig
ay habambuhay dadalhin
Tulad ng lumalagos na liwanag sa salamin
Uyayi para sa puso na maghihimbing
sa kawalan
Dalawang paru-parong itim ay naintindihan - ang namayapang ama at pagsinta
Nang kinabukasan nasilayan pa ang bituin
na nagpuyat sa kadiliman
Ang susunod na silahis ay iba na ang ipapahiwatig
Nagtungo sa bundok ng Maida-as
Nagtawid ng ilog at kaparangan
Nasunog ang talahib na dinaanan
Sa yungib gaganapin ang totoong anyo ng kasalanan
Maging karahasan ay pumipigil sa mga hakbang
Doon nagtapos ang talambuhay - talampag-ibig
Sa kapasyahan na ang dilim ay siyang maghari
Ang pagkukulam ay balak isagawa
Sa kalauna'y di itinuloy
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
Mga pagsasalin sa totoong buhay
Antigo - Province of Antique
San Arden - San Jose
Mga kinabibilangang seskyon sa Antique National School
I - Waling-waling
II - Eagle
III - Gold
IV - Diamond
Maida-as - Mt. Madia-as
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
There is a most curious tale
told in the inn of Maida Vale
that in the village of Black Rock
that there are strange going ons with little people
that do dwell under the ground
They said they could hear them
scrubbing under ladies hems
trying their best
just to clean them
They call them imps
some say they are blimps
with the threatening length
of about a twelfth of an inch
They did much mischief
all around black rock village
but they lived here first
before the big people did come along
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC