"maya" poems
Yung akala mo kayo na
Eh, part time kalang pala
Ginawa ka lang palang pamaparaos
Kahit katawan mo nay pinuno nya ng galos
Ikaw naman tong si tanga
Sabi mo sa sarili kaya mo pa
Kahit damang dama **** ang sakit na
Nagbabakasakali na kayo ay pwede pa
Ano bang meron sa kanya?
Na ang iwan siyay di mo kaya
Samantalang para sa kanya
Part time ka lang pala
Tinatawagan ka lang kung may kailangan
Binibisita lang pag walang mapaglilibangan
Hahalikan ka, mayat maya ay uutangan
Ganyan ba talaga ang iyong ideya nang pagmamahalan?
Gayun may gusto ko sa iyoy ipa alala
Na sa iyo may nagmamahal pa
Hindi ka ginagawang part time, at tunay kang inaalala
Sa iyong mga magulang na sa kanilay higit kapa sa ginto
Sa mga kaibigan **** bukas lagi ang kanilang mga pinto
Kaya kailan ka pa ba hihinto
Tigilan ang pagpapakatanga at magpakatino
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
African woman
Mother of civilization.
Oh beautiful woman,
Thou are beyond description.
African woman
Queen of the people of Mamba.
Jambo to all those in heaven
Bless you too my dear mama.
African woman
Royal Nubian Queen.
The backbone of her man
You'll do anything to help him win.
Single Black woman
Made of broken pieces
You're the breadwinner,Superwoman.
You're the symbol of strength in all places.
African woman
Daughter of Eve's.
Thou are God's true specimen,
And the apple of his eyes.
Black woman
Daughter of Africa.
Blueprint of a **** woman,
Dark hue of coffee arabica.
African woman
Mother of humanity
Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman,
Mama Africa's bounty.
African woman
My Mandingo bride.
First woman of Africa's Eden
Center of God's black tribe.
Nigerian woman
My Yoruba Queen.
Envied by the women of Oman,
Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream!
Warrior woman,
Queen of Wakanda.
Come and flip your wand,
Find the soul of Sarafina.
Curvy woman
In your womb lies Africa's future.
My Lormah woman
Oyobuays marvels at your structure.
Beautiful woman,
Perpetual envy of the silicon woman.
Pride of the Black man,
The essence of a real woman.
Indigo Woman
Lillies of the African plains.
Thou are Eve of the African Eden,
Best of the portraits that nature paints.
Voluptous woman,
Full, thick natural lips.
Real assert of the Black woman,
Nature gets aroused by your hips.
Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman,
Africa's first female president.
A Liberian woman,
Loved and revered wherever she went.
Smile ,Gambian woman,
You're daughter of Sarakunda.
Roots of the Black American woman,
Captives of the kanda Bolinga.
South African woman
Mariam Makeba
Sang for freedom and fought like a man
You were truly Soweto's finest Deva.
Dark ebony woman,
You are red, yellow and green.
Hanmatan wind stops at your command,
Born to slay and be seen.
African woman
Thou are the only reason
God put Adam in a coma.
Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season.
African woman,
Under your cleavage, the Nile flows
And between your fingers, golden threads are woven,
You are the reason Beyonce glows.
Harriet Tubman, brave woman
Smuggled slaves underground.
She was a freed Black slave woman,
Who avowed to leave no soul behind.
Creative woman
Maya Angelou, gifted poetess.
Famous writer and a Black woman
Will be remembered for her poetic prowess.
Native African woman,
Africa's limestone and cement.
A mother, a wife, virtuous woman,
Lioness and the spine of the continent.
Liberian woman
Roots of my poetry, you gave me life
You are every woman.
Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife.
#IvanBrookspoetry©
13/8/2018
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
Maa ki mamta ko dekh maut v
aage se hat jati hai
gar maa apmanit hoti
dharti ki chaati fat jaati hai
ghar ko pura jeevan dekar
bechari maa kya pati hai
rukha sukha kha leti hai
paani *** kar soo jati hai
Jo maa jaisi devi ghar ke
mandir me nahi rakh sakte hai
wo lakho punya bhale kar le
inshan nahi ban sakte hai
maa jisko v jal de-de
wo paudha sandal ban jata hai
maa ke charno ko chukar paani
Gangajal ban jata hai
Maa ke anchal ne yugo-yugo se
Bhagwano ko pala hai
maa ke charno me jannat hai
Girijaghar aur Shivala hai
Himgiri jaisi unchai hai
sagar jaisi gahrai hai
dunia me jitni khushboo hai
maa ke anchal se aaye hai
Maa kabira ki sakhi hai
maa tulsi ki chaupai hai
meerabai ki padawali
khusru ki amar rubai hai
maa angan ki tulsi jaisi
pawan bargad ki chaya hai
maa ved richao ki garima
maa mahakavya ki maya hai
Maa maansarovar mamta ka
maa gomukh ki unchai hai
maa parivaro ka sangam hai
maa rishto ki gahrai hai
maa hari dubh hai dharti ki
maa keshar wali kyari hai
maa ki upma kewal maa hai
maa har ghar ki phulwari hai
Saato sur nartan karte jab
koi maa lori gaati hai
maa jis roti ko chu leti hai
wo prasad ban jati hai
maa hasti hai to dharti ka
jarra-jarra muskata hai
dekho to dur kshtiz ambar
dharti ko sheesh jhukata hai
Mana mere ghar ki deewaro me
chanda si murat hai
par mere man ke mandir me
bas kewal maa ki murat hai
maa saraswati lakshmi durga
ansuya mariyam sita hai
maa pawanta me ramcharit
manas me bhagwat geeta hai
Amma teri har baat mujhe
vardaan se badhkar lagti hai
he Maa teri surat mujhko
bhagwan se badhkar lagti hai
saare teerath ke punya jaha
mai un charno me leta hu
jinke koi santan nahi
mai un maawo ka beta hu
Har ghar me Maa ki puja **
Aisa sankalp uthata hu
Mai dunia ki har maa ke
Charno me ye sheesh jhukata hu.....
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Guns and more guns need to be put down
Bullets should be replaced with education being the sound
It’s time to become a success
Yet it’s up to our young people to put that to the test
Their testimony surrounding confess
Everyone has capabilities to learn
However, one must adapt to theories forming concepts
Imagine having a college degree for all to see
Having confident being your own decree
The movement of action in making education what it should be
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
But the key is to make education your base
Former President Barack Obama had the right idea, “You Can”
But the new continued motto, “You shall Until”
A young man at a United ***** College Fund Raiser said this vital point, “Blacker the college Sweeter the education”
Education being the unity, but bring back to the community
Determination in step out and explore
Seeing one’s horizon but beyond the shore
A college education is an opportunity being a chance
Knowing the theories is how one will advance
Higher Education means being one step ahead
But the opposition wants minds to be misled
Prove to yourself what education can do for you
It’s a journey being a must to go through
Achievers such as Dr. Martin Luther King, Medgar Evers, Dr. Maya Angelou and scores of others
They instilled the passion in how to achieve, and determined education was what they were going to receive
They were ready no matter what
Fasten your educational seat belt as you will be taking off into Higher Learning Institutions in education beyond measure
Education is, but hold tight to the learning saddle
It might seem like a battle
But the end rewards is succeed
Slavery that was while be came destined for education now
One word leads to a complete sentence
One’s thoughts illustrates the understanding
Adaptability of the concepts gained
Long lasting knowledge is what will remain
UNCF philosophy, “A mind is a terrible thing to waste”
But the mind must be ready to spiral and absorb
But education and knowledge work all accord.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
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The girl that I like is young, quite petite, I might add
Bluish-greenish turquoise eyes, like the forest and the sea combined
Her voice, a sweet, gentle overtone; the ocean, calm waves that reach ashore
The breeze, blows the forest trees; a rustle, soothing to the human ears
Her skin that luminesces; the white sands of the Riviera Maya
Here and there, little sprinkles of darker sand on her pretty face
Her natural dark, red hair, as fiery as the midday sun,
And her lips a vibrant red, that melt you in the summer days,
So warm and cozy as the winter rays.
*
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
Ang monasteryo ay pugad ng dasal ng maya
Nasa tono ang plawta, umiirog na nota
Ang natatanaw na inakalang bukang-liwayway ay magandang kasintahan
Harana ng kalawakan, nakakabinging bulong
alulong ng multo na nanahan
Sundin ang pagkabigo
Sapagkat ang harmonya'y bihasa sa pagbibilanggo
Ang kinikimkim na rosas ay lumulubo
Ngunit nakagapos ang mga ugat
Nakapanlulumo man ito'y totoo
Nabubuhay ang bulaklak sa hardin na nakatago
Itigil ang kahibangan ng bahaghari
Pagkatapos ng pag-iyak ng kalangitan puso'y nagdadalamhati
Kahit gaanong tingkad ng kulay sa himpapawid
Malaking imahinasyon lamang ang makisabay sa pana ng anghel
Iwaksi ang pagtitibok
Ang mga konstelasyon ang patunay
Guhit ng relasyon sa hangin ialay
Papalayo, hindi mamamatay
paulit-ulit na mabibigo
Ang samyo ng damuhan ay may kaluwalhatiang hatid
Sa paraiso nakasandal ang mga balikat at pighati
Malayang pag-iisip, paglalakbay ng diwa
Lunas sa damdaming mahapdi
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
Sakdal-lungkot ang mga anak Mo, Inang Bayan;
Sinakop na, pinaslang pa'ng mumunti **** katarungan.
Humiyaw Ka! Hanggang sa rurok ng sukbo't hinanakit—
At sa pagbubukang-liwayway, pag-asa sana'y Iyong makamit:
Utak ang puhunan sa di-maarok na mga pag-alsa, kahapon;
Ni hindi nabatid ang mga luha't pawis ang sa mukha'y nangaipon,
Sa gunita na lamang ba mabubungkal natin ang mga nangagdaan?
Kung ang mga salitang sa pluma't papel nalikha'y hindi napangalagaan—
Sa paglalakbay Mo, Pilipinas, sa lansangang walang hanggan,
Sana maya't maya'y lilipad ka rin muli sa abang kalawakan;
Humiyaw Ka! Hanggang sa rurok ng sukbo't hinanakit—
At sa pagbubukang-liwayway, pag-asa sana'y Iyong makamit:
Pagkukunwari ma'y ni 'di Mo maitatago sa oras ng Iyong pagkabalisa,
Sagwil sa bawat pikit-matang kaligayahan ang s'yang Iyong natamasa.
Samakat'wid — habang buhay pa si Rizal ngayon ay 'wag nating itatakwil
'Pagkat tayo'y paunti-unting nakakahinga dahil sa kanyang pluma't papel.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:48 AM UTC
Ang ganda na sana ng tugtugan
Ang yabang ko pa
Abang na abang ako sa kantang patutugtugin nung kuya sa caf
Ayun, "Forevermore" ng Side-A
"Ay putang ina"
Solid.
Kahit may pagkain sa harap ko.
Ang sakit pala.
Ang hina ko pala.
Isang kanta lang, hindi ko kinaya.
Oa para sa iba.
Pero para sa'kin?
Iba.
Masakit.
Hindi ito yung mga oras na kaya ko maging matapang.
Isang kanta lang, hindi ko kinaya.
Bakit ba ako nasasaktan?
Bakit ang lala?
Mahal mo pa ba sya?
Mahal mo ba talaga ako?
Ang sakit pala.
Ang hina ko pala.
Ang yabang ko pa.
Akala ko napakatatag ko.
Pero hindi pala.
Isang kanta lang, hindi ko kinaya.
Bakit kasi hindi mo ako hinintay?
Pinanindigan ko ba talaga pagiging "laging late" ko?
O sadyang kailangan ko lang talagang masaktan nang ganito?
Isang kanta pero ibang sakit ang dulot sa'kin.
Isang kanta mula sa nakaraan mo na labis na nagpapasakit sa ngayon natin.
Madaling sabihing lumipas na yun.
Pero mahirap ding pilitin ang sariling 'wag mapaisip
Ano kayang iniisip mo nung narinig mo rin yun?
Naalala mo ba lahat?
Naalala mo ba sya?
Nanghihinayang ako.
Bakit ba hindi kita noon nakilala
Nung hindi pa ako ganito kahina
Nung kaya ko pa magmahal nang buong buo
Hindi tulad ngayon na puno ng takot
Nang tignan mo ako sa mata
At sinabing mahal mo ako
Saglit na tumigil sa pagtibok ang puso ko
Masaya at masakit
Sabay.
Lalo akong nahirapan.
Hindi ko na alam.
Sa bawat araw na dumadaan
Mas minamahal kita
Ayaw na ayaw kong nawawala ka sa tabi ko
Maya't maya hinahanap kita
Akala ko ganun ka din
Kaya lang nasasakal ka na pala
Hindi ko namalayan
Sobra na pala
Paano ba talaga magmahal?
Bakit kung hindi ako kulang, sobra naman?
Ngayon hindi ko na alam paano ka kakausapin
Paano kikilos
O magsasalita kapag andyan ka
Pakiramdam ko lahat ng gawin at sabihin ko,
Mali.
Sobra.
Kulang.
Ewan. Paano ba?
Siguro nga ganito talaga kapag nagmamahal.
Masakit.
Kumplikado.
Uubusin lahat ng lakas mo.
Ibibigay ko ang gusto at kailangan mo.
Pero sana sabihin mo
Kung sawa ka na
Kung ayaw mo na
Kung kaya mo pa
Kung mahal mo ba ako
Kung mahal mo pa ba ako
Kung mahal mo ba talaga ako
Kaya ko tiisin lahat
Hanggang alam kong may pinanghahawakan ako
Pero kung wala na,
Handa naman akong magpatalo
Handa akong masaktan
Maging masaya ka lang
Sanay naman kasi ako
Alam kong mahirap akong mahalin
Hirap din akong mahalin ang sarili ko
May mga bagay na sadyang hindi nababago
Pero kung tunay kang nagmamahal, matatanggap mo
Matitiis mo
At kahit hirap ako
Ginagawa ko
Hindi ko isinusumbat
Gusto ko lang malaman mo
Na ganito ako magmahal
Uubusin ko ang sarili ko
Sana maubos na rin lahat ng sakit na 'to
Hindi ko alam na ganito ang epekto ng isang kanta
Isang kantang magsasampal sa akin ng katotohanan
Na walang madaling paraan para magmahal
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
Palembang, 3 November
Masih ingat ku di usia muda
Saat ku dikelilingi ruang hampa
Jari tetap menggoreskan tinta
Hati tetap menerawang asa
Di hati terdalam terselip doa indah
Permohonan gadis kecil yang kesepian
Aku berdoa tapi terus bekerja
Sendirian.. Tak ada seorangpun di sekitar
Merasa orang biasa tak kan mengerti
Susah pun tuk diungkap
Tak mampi lagi berucap
Malu pun yang ada di setiap kata
Berjanji kepada Tuhan
Akan berbuat baik jika diberi teman
Tipe yang langsung mengerti akan keadaan
Dan tak harus ku ucap lagi tuk Dia dengarkan
Bisa ku dengar semua sunyi
Ada kejutan dibalik kesunyian-Nya
Akan selalu ku nanti Soulmate Aridea
Hingga Tuhan percaya aku akan membutuhkannya
Created by. Aridea Purple a.k.a Erika Maya W Handoko
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 9:32 AM UTC
Gusto ko simulan ang tulang ito sa tanong na "kamusta kana?"
Kamusta na ang taong minahal ko ng sobra pa sa sobra
Naging malungkot kaba nung ako'y nawala?
O naging masaya dahil wala na ako sa tabi mo sinta
Nagbabaliktanaw ako sa mga ala-ala noon na ating binuo
Naging masaya naman tayo
Kaya di ko alam anong dahilan mo para mag bago
Para masaktan mo ako ng ganito
Para iparamdam mo sa'kin na hindi ako kawalan mo
Para ipamukha mo sa'kin na wala na talagang TAYO
At ngayon napaisip ako kaya ka pala nagbago kasi may bago na palang nagpapatibok ng puso mo
Di ko mapigilan hindi magalit
Di ko mapigilan na hidi masaktan
Di ko mapigilan na lumuha hanggat gabi patungong umaga
Di ko mapigilan na tanggapin na ako nalang yung naiwang tanga
Tanga na umaasa na magkabalikan pa tayong dalawa
Umaasa at nagmamakaawa "Pakiusap mahal, usap tayo. Ayusin natin to"
Pero sarili ko lang pala ang niloloko ko
Kasi nakikita na kitang palayo at hindi na maaabot
Nakikita na kitang naglalakad kasama siya habang puso ko'y kumikirot
Kaya sa huling pagkakataon
Binalikan ko ang dati nating tagpuan
Nagbabasakali na ikaw ay madatnan
Pero namulat ako sa realidad na may mga bagay palang di na pwede maging katotohanan
Kaya heto nagbaliktanaw nalang ako sa mga magandang ala-ala na akin paring hinahawakan
Kasabay ng pag-agos ng alon ay ang pag-agos ng luhang nagasasabing kailangan ko na 'tong bitawan
Kaya ngayon tatahak nalang ako ng ibang landas
Maglalakad ako, pilitin na ang mga nangyari sa'ting dalawa ay maya-maya ay kukupas
Maglalakad ako, habang wala ka na sa tabi ko, yung taong minahal ko ng wagas
Maglalakad ako, maglalakad ako
Pero lilingon parin ako at makikita ko ang iyong mga bakas
Bakas na patunay na ikaw ay naging totoo
At hindi panaginip na nilikha ng imahinasyon ko
Na merong ikaw na pansamantalang minahal ako
Merong ikaw na minsan ay ginawa kong mundo
Merong ikaw na tinanggap ng buong-buo at
Merong ako na sinubukang lumaban pero sa huli meron paring ikaw na bumitaw nalang ng bigla-biglaan
Hanggang ngayon naglalakad parin ako dala-dala ang katangang "Pinagtagpo pero di tinadhana"
Yan nga siguro kasi ang kwento nating dalawa
Ang mga landas natin na wari'y nagkita,
Ngunit hindi inalaan para magkasama.
Maglalakad ako, hanggang sa malimutan na kita mahal ko
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
Narito, isang pirasong papel,
Nakalamukos sa loob ng isang basurahan,
Basurahan na siyang pinagtapuan,
Basurahang taguan ng mga dumi ,
Dumi na mula sa tao,
Taong bingyan ng layang pamunuan ang mundo.
At ang papel, nakaririmarim, nakasusulasok, isang walang silbi.
Ang pahina ay napuno ng tinta.
Maraming-maraming tinta.
Nangingitim, kumakalat, naninikit.
Nakahihilakbot ang kulay ng sumaboy na tinta.
Mababasa ang titik na nalikha ng tinta.
Pati ang buong pahina nito'y waring nangungusap.
Ang kanyang buong piraso, kumpul-kumpol na may mga naglipanang uod.
Naggagapangang uod na bumubulok sa buong pahina.
Tinutunaw hindi ng mga bulate kundi ng ibang nilalang.
Hinangin ang pahina ng papel.
Nagpulasan ang mga uod sa tapunan.
Mula sa dulo, gitna, sa magkabilang gilid.
Naninipsip sa napupunit na piraso.
May naghagis ng isang kalat.
Inihagis sa ibabaw ng papel.
Gumalaw ang papel.
Nagitla ang naghagis.
Isang tipak na lupa, kinuha ng naghagis.
Ipinukol sa papel.
May ilan pang nakakita.
Ang papel, basambasa ang piraso at unti-unting napupunit
May mga naguguluhan sa mga nakasaksi.
Ang papel ay walang magawa.
Lumalambot ang bawat hibla.
Ang papel, sa kanyang pagkatunaw
Ay akin ding pagkatunaw.
Maya-maya, isinapluma ko ang lahat-lahat
Kalakip ang mga tulad kong papel...
Sa... aklat.
Sa... tula.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
I definitely won’t make any apologies for saying this
and if anyone isn't careful she’ll leave them in a ditch.
But don't get me wrong, I am not referring to any woman by that name
only to the powers of deception that are played within the devil's game.
When you consider how much trouble she has caused;
without a moment’s lapse or of one repentant paused,
in human affairs over the years since the advent of man;
it’s a wonder that she hasn’t yet been flushed in the pan.
In case you might just be wondering what I’m talking about
Maya is the female equivalent of Satan who is a **** lout,
and who plays around deceiving anyone that ignores the Truth
which has been ingrained in our mind and heart since our youth.
In fact anything that is Divine, noble, good and of inestimable worth
Maya will try to turn it around into a thing seeming of much less birth.
She thus plays around with our emotions causing one to doubt and fear
where the reality of a situation would be to have faith and some cheer.
Her main battle is waged within a vulnerable human heart and mind
especially when an individual is undergoing difficulties of any kind.
She is also the one who arouses anger, jealousy, lust, greed and pride,
being full of all those traits herself and more she projects them outside.
We must try and be aware of the extent of her subtle delusion
and escape any entanglement in the net of her worldly illusion;
that so many people are now caught up in without their real knowing
not realising that Love and Truth are the things most worth showing.
______________________________
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Mayans saw us
Not
beyond this point.
We map our extended calendar
with dreams expanding.
***Soaring beyond mind
All that we are
Changing here***
Creation
until now
Unimagined.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
A life in poetry, A love in art
Set forth on a path that extends forever.
Though the closest reaches climb high
Over mountain and dale, through ravine and shadow,
The path goes on and as it does, descends into light:
So much light, more light than one can resolve.
It blurs the boundaries of the great valley
Splashes of green, the wonderful glare of richness
A river runs through the valley and nourishes the fruit
The sweetest fruit. It nourishes the body,
Nourishes the soul: renews, enriches, grows, sustains.
The path extends to the horizon. And beyond.
As it grows from the foothills it branches
Forming a fractal road of possibility.
Like roots growing from the mountain,
There appears nothing more natural in the world.
As the paths go on, they passes through diverse landscapes
Some places they make sharp changes in direction,
Some places they pass through further patches of shadow,
Some places they grow wider, Some places they get rocky,
But nowhere does the path narrow, beyond the first stretch,
Where the paths split, and over the mountains rejoin.
Beyond that there is always enough room for two
To walk astride.
Side by Side in Sunlight.
Hand in Hand.
For Maya.
Donald Guy
July 5, 2010.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 2:37 AM UTC
~
June 2023
HP Poet: Patty Mager
Country: USA
Question 1: Welcome to the HP Spotlight, Patty. Please tell us about your background?
Patty M: "I was born an only child in a 3 generation household. I loved books, and playing imaginary games, and chasing my mom with really long nightcrawlers, my Grandpa raised in a washtub. I was a banker, and a financial banker for many years. I quit to do hospice for my Dad when he was to go into hospice. My husband had heart problems and my little Mom eventually got Cancer. So I nursed and loved them all. My Dad for a year, the others over an 8-year period. I saw the transition of each and the way each handled their ending, and I was there for them all. I consider that a special blessing."
Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?
Patty M: "I always wrote, but I found a poetry site 20 years ago, and began to write seriously. I've been published in many anthologies both in the US and abroad. I was nominated for the coveted Pushcart Prize twice and I once had a three-page spread in our local newspaper. I came to HP in 2014 and I love this special place with amazingly wonderful poets who have become really great friends."
Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).
Patty M: "Sometimes poems seem to write themselves, almost like automatic writing."
Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?
Patty M: "Poetry is spiritual, and a lifesaving rope that carries me through both good and the horrible times of my life."
Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?
Patty M: "My favorite Poets are: Sylvia Plath, Neruda, Billy Collins, Maya Angelou, Poe, Ginsberg, Anne Sexton, and Longfellow."
Question 6: What other interests do you have?
Patty M: "I love to cook, do crossword puzzles, read, and play card games like canasta, and spider solitaire. Being with family is my heaven."
Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much for allowing me to interview you, dear Patty! I learned a great deal about you!”
Patty M: "Thank again Carlo. Thanks so much for all your help and kindness."
Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Patty a little bit better. I indeed did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable)
We will post Spotlight #5 in July!
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Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 5:56 PM UTC
Narito, isang pirasong papel,
Nakalamukos sa loob ng isang basurahan,
Basurahan na siyang pinagtapuan,
Basurahang taguan ng mga dumi ,
Dumi na mula sa tao,
Taong bingyan ng layang pamunuan ang mundo.
At ang papel, nakaririmarim, nakasusulasok, isang walang silbi.
Ang pahina ay napuno ng tinta.
Maraming-maraming tinta.
Nangingitim, kumakalat, naninikit.
Nakahihilakbot ang kulay ng sumaboy na tinta.
Mababasa ang titik na nalikha ng tinta.
Pati ang buong pahina nito'y waring nangungusap.
Ang kanyang buong piraso, kumpul-kumpol na may mga naglipanang uod.
Naggagapangang uod na bumubulok sa buong pahina.
Tinutunaw hindi ng mga bulate kundi ng ibang nilalang.
Hinangin ang pahina ng papel.
Nagpulasan ang mga uod sa tapunan.
Mula sa dulo, gitna, sa magkabilang gilid.
Naninipsip sa napupunit na piraso.
May naghagis ng isang kalat.
Inihagis sa ibabaw ng papel.
Gumalaw ang papel.
Nagitla ang naghagis.
Isang tipak na lupa, kinuha ng naghagis.
Ipinukol sa papel.
May ilan pang nakakita.
Ang papel, basambasa ang piraso at unti-unting napupunit
May mga naguguluhan sa mga nakasaksi.
Ang papel ay walang magawa.
Lumalambot ang bawat hibla.
Ang papel, sa kanyang pagkatunaw
Ay akin ding pagkatunaw.
Maya-maya, isinapluma ko ang lahat-lahat
Kalakip ang mga tulad kong papel...
Sa... aklat.
Sa... tula.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
_"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."_
-Maya Angelou
My soul is a sweetie:
She’s a cute but ****
with an infectious smile,
an enchanting personality.
She wears dark colors,
slightly goth makeup,
and thick-rimmed glasses.
She likes candles, tea,
sweaters, and cannabis,
and goes on long walks
in the woods by starlight.
She’s cool and confident,
outgoing and fun,
and as beautiful as
a moonrise reflected
off of a frozen lake.
She’s me.
But I am not her.
She’s the me inside
of the me inside of me.
She cries when my mind
grapples with the bounds
of the mental illness
that gives her life.
She screams in pain
when my mind tries
to rationalize her
and explain her away.
And she glows with joy
whenever I try
to grow closer to her.
She’s the part of me
I never asked for,
whose existence hurts
like a deep burn,
but nonetheless makes
me truly be myself.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
#
***My mind to frolic, with words of Frost
Slides between and then is lost
Drifting ‘round to fellows long
My thirst is deep; desires strong
Filled with all that Maya says
Flits in and out my meddling head
And ah, when Pablo speaks of love
My heart's aflutter with pure white doves
Around the beat, who else but Poe
A deep dark place I've come to know
I stop to ponder the words worth
As if I've nursed them from their birth
I settle to hear the rambling brook
Where Gwendolyn baits my eager hook
Then ‘long comes Oscar, running wild
I listen like an eager child
When Langston paints his colored hues
His canvas fills my point of view
Not just the finest spinning me
To this state of flux and reverie
For verses drift from near and far
Forever reaching for the stars
Feeding on the gentle night
I languish in the word's delight
Finding rhyme from ‘neath the skin
The place where passion's settled in
To fill my cup, appease my soul
Till hunger's sated, fat and whole
The empty space behind my eyes
Is filled with life's sweet lullabies
And when at last, I lay to rest
I'm filled with cadence of the best***
#
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
#***A place
In my mind
Neither Alien nor Earthly
I yearn to find
Lost
In the Universe
Neither to be found in Verse
Nor Hearse
A place
In my mind
Distinctly Familiar,Yet Unknown
I SEEK
Shall I ,find....***#
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
Minulat ko ang aking mga mata
Bigla na lang naisip kita
Sana’y sa araw na ito
Kahit saglit lang, maisip mo rin ako
Pilit kong sa daan iwasan ka
Ngunit, maya maya’y nasa harap na kita
Ganito ba magbiro ang tadhana?
Pinaglalaruan ang damdamin, wala nang nangyayaring tama
Nakaraan kong ika’y kasama
Burahin ko man ay hindi mawawala
Tila hangin, ito’y balik ng balik
Iyong ngiti, sa aki’y parang matamis na halik
Kay daming masasayang alaala
Pag mulat ng mata’y ito’y wala na
Lahat ng ito pala’y isa lamang panaginip
Galing sa damdamin, pawang likha
Lamang ng kathang isip
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
On a bright day, next week
Just before the bomb falls
Just before the world ends
Just before I die
All my tears will powder
Black in dust like ashes
Black like Buddha's belly
Black and hot and dry
Then will mercy tumble
Falling down in god heads
Falling on the children
Falling from the sky
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
I turned on the news tonight, and saw a familiar face
Maya Angelou speaks of Nelson Mandela
“His day is done, our skies are leadened.”
It hit me then,
Forgiveness is more than “Oh…it’s okay…”
If a man, a single freed prisoner, can change a whole country,
can forgive oppression, and depression, and apartheid brutality,
Forgiveness is not simple.
Sorry is not simple.
It’s a chance, to open the door to redemption,
Entire countries have forgiven the inhumanity of the past,
And yet all of us, each day,
Become angry for such small matters.
If nations can rebuild,
If Polish person can love a German
After the Holocaust,
We CAN forgive.
Forgiveness is the key to our self-imposed prisons.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Patay sindi ang ilaw sa kwarto. Bawat pagsindi ay napuputol ang tulog na mga limang minuto pa lamang ang tinatagal. Kaluskos mula sa kisame ay pilit na sinasawalang bahala.
Ang salamin sa aparador sa paahan ng aking kama ay mistulang naggiging larawan. Mayat maya'y nagkakaroon ng imahe ng isang babaeng naka trahe de boda. Balingkinitan ang katawan, bagsak ang balikat, bahagyang nakatungo't walang bahid ng kagalakan sa kanyang mukha. Ilang saglit lang ay mawawala. Dali-dali akong tumayo at binuksan na lamang ang pinto ng aparador. Ihinarap sa pader ang salamin, sabay balik sa aking kama. Ang loob ng aparador na lamang ang aking nakikita. Wala na ang babaeng nakaputi, di narin nagparamdam muli. Nawala narin ang nakakabahalang kaluskos sa kisame. Ang ilaw ay nanatiling nakasindi.
Alas-tres na ng umaga nang ako ay nakatulog. Nagising ng alas-sais at nagmamadaling naligo't nagbihis. Iniligpit ang gamit sa bag, nagsuklay at napaharap sa salamin. Natigilan. Nakasara na ang aparador.
- March 15, 2010, Vigan
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 1:34 AM UTC
bandanna knotted in your hair,
you are
eloquently attired, and almost
always a little late; it ok.
you aren't
beholden
to standard notions of
punctuality or
Americanized dreams of
mechanistic triumph over the
virus of Nature.
you are more and less and equal to
the sum of your
constituent parts and
you are exquisite.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
~for Maya, the Persian Canadian farmer in the dell~
your poetic riddling questions without hesitation re
my claim conceptual
refuting with factoids actuarial experiential derived,
that cows need milkshake making daily by sunrise
nonsense
so you wake me up groggy on a Miami Saturday 6:00am
with a reciprocal poetic to a dashed off to contra my
code of conduct poem-mine;
and all that stumbles through my almost reset rested,
main stem cortex is an a ancient hebrew homily:
on Sabbath Saturday, even the cows sleep late
ok;
just tween us rare passes the day that a glancing phrase doesn’t register a stabbing whine “of me, of mine do sing” and your point counterpoint incision demands inspiration instant re-mission
around 10am when the amiable barn aminals sipping cuppa #3,
and the chicken children want a weekend brunch xtra feeding
are done, in the yard, put out to
pack n' peck n’ play
so that’s an intro to this work
that jumps the line of a
hundreds of other’s poems promised and overdue:
insight inside your crafted wake up slam slap was
pretty **** near the makers mark bourbon of this distillers
bourbon barrels bulbous poem’s bibliothèque that
has an impatient waiting list
of poems waiting anointing
each a personage~poem of that day it was birthed inscribed
this particular one for you,
~
my complexity non-Napoleonic
just humanoid each, here are my leaders from and
into a veining so lovely colored
each poem a waving wheat stalk
before these old tired eyes close to closing hear once more
“of me, of mine do sing”
so I follow all of you by dimming yellow light,
for this is the soil of nutriment rich from where my
words grow taller and the yellow infusion feeds my wheats,
the amber, the red hard and soft, the whites, the durums,
and mon préféré, prairie spring white,
which is my secret nickname for a duality woman,
poet and farmer,
posing riddles
that deserve answers*
maybe
—-
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2503650/little-ole-me-a-riddle-of-sorts/
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC