"muni" poems
Ibubulong nalang sa hangin,ang bawat pagsumamo
Paano ba maipaparating, ang nadarama ng puso
lagi kitang inaalala malayo ka man sakin
Kelan ba tayo magkikita ang hangad nitong damdamin
Sa panaginip nalang makikita matutupad ang pangarap
Sa panaginip nalang ang pagsinta duun nalang magaganap
Mga pangako at sumpaan paano na matutupad
Walang kasiguraduhan kung saan ba mapapadpad
Tadhanang mapaglaro, magkalayo at di pinagtagpo
Ba't Sadyang mapagbiro kahit may lalim bawat pagsuyo
Dating hawak ang ‘yong kamay, ngayon sa guni guni
Buhat ng ikaw ay mawalay, nasisilayan sa muni muni
Sinagot ma’y marami paring Katanungan
Lahat ba ng tanong? wala pa ring kasagutan
Kung may dulo ang daan, Saan ba ang hantungan
Kung ito’y may hangganan, Ano ba ang pupuntahan
Sa kapalarang magkatugma, kahit na isa kang dayuhan
Ng pagmamahalang mahiwaga , na tayo ay nagkaunawaan
Tunay nga na ang pagibig may isang diwa
Tayo’y Itinadhana, Magkaiba man ang ating pananalita
Andito lang ako, Malayo parin ang distansya,
Naghihintay sayo, Malapit nang mapuno ang Pasensya
Dito sa kaganapang di mapapaliwanag ng sihensya
Kung ba't ikaw, ikaw ang hinahanap ng konsensya
Kahit wala ka.....
Di na makapaghintay sa panahon ng iyong pagbabalik
Pagkakataong tayo’y muling magkita, ako’y nananabik
Minsan pa sanay lumantay ang yakap mo’t mga halik
Nang sana ang sigaw ko’y tuluyan nang matahimik
*Para sa mahal kong si Reina
Ngunit sana maunawaan nya ang tula ko.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Ang ating tadhana'y sadyang pinagtagpo
Di ko nga malama't ako'y nalilito
Maging hanggang ngayong naging ikaw't ako
Nanatili pa ring tuliro isip ko.
Dati ay pangarap lamang kita mahal
Ngunit 'wag isiping ako'y isang hangal
Libre pong mangarap ng sariling dangal
Lalo pa't ikaw ang ibig kong matambal.
Kay sarap gunitain una nating usap
Di ko man lang pansin bilis niyong oras;
Sa muni-muni ko ikaw ay kaharap
Ibig ko'y magtagal mapahanggang bukas.
Sa bawat minuto't nagdaang segundo
Aking sinusubok perpil mo mahal ko;
Sa tuwing makita iyong litrato mo,
Di ko maiwasang kiligin ng husto.
Nang dahil sa Facebook, nakilala kita
Nang dahil sa Facebook, naging tayong dal'wa;
Ang ibig ko sana'y makatagpo ka na
Nang ikaw'y mayakap at makakasama.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
May mga oras na alam **** nasaksaktan ka
Ngunit hindi mo malaman kung bakit ba
Mga emosyong ayaw magpakita
Kahit sa mga mata'y hindi ito madama.
May mga araw na ang iyong puso'y nangungulila
Sa mga memorya ng ulan na tumila
Nagmumuni-muni habang nakahiga sa maliit na kama
Hindi malaman, bakit ba nagkaganito na?
May mga gabi na mapapaupo ka sa inyong balkonahe
Mga titig ay nasa mga tala na tila may sinasabi
Ang hiling **** kaytagal nang naisantabi
Ngayon kaya ay mangyayari?
Oh, aking sarili!
Minsa'y kailangan mo ring magpahinga
Sa mga problemang dahilan ng iyong panlulumbay
Iyong harapin ng positibo ang hiram na buhay.
*There are times that you know you're in pain
Yet you can't figure out the reason you feel lame
Hidden emotions, unclear, unseen
Even the eyes can't give the look of what you're feelin'
There are some days when your heart feels empty
Yearning for the memory of the downpour that had stopped
Meditating while lying on the bed that is tiny
Asking yourself, how did this happen, it feels so rough
There's this kind of night when you'd sit outside at the balcony
Gazing at the stars that seem to be saying something
Your wish that was set aside and buried in your mind
Would it be granted now?
My dear self,
Sometimes you need to stop and take a rest
From your problems that sadden you the deepest
And face the positivity of life; "our lives are borrowed,
don't let the eyebrows be furrowed."*
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Matagal na kitang kilala,
Matagal na kitang nakikita
Minsan nakatayo't paligoy-ligoy
Minsan nakaupo't para bang susuko.
Parati kitang naririnig,
Balita ko'y sikat ka
Minsan sa kababaihan,
Minsan sa iyong kababalaghan
Siguro hindi ko maintindihan
Bakit may kislap sa kanilang mata
At ngiting di maalis sa kanilang labi
Tuwing andyan ka
Kasi nga matagal na kitang kilala
Ilang buwan, taon na nga ba kita
Parating nakikitang nagmumuni-muni
Sa iyong sariling pangarap, alaala
Pero bakit hindi ata kita kilala?
Ako yata'y mali
Sa mga hinalang pasubali
At siguro'y nagbabakasakali
Bakit nga ba sila natutuwa sa'yo?
Bakit ka nga ba sikat sa kanila?
Bakit ganito ako ngayon?
At bakit ako nagsusulat ng isang tula,
Tungkol sa'yo?
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
Iligaw ang tukso ni Lusiper
sa diwa na siyang naghari
Magmuni-muni sa ibaba ng mundo
Sampung beses pagtimbangin ang mga gawi
Lampas sa katotohanan ang layon
Anyo ng mundo ay di magkatugma sa panaginip
Ikumpay sa apoy hanggang sa lumaki
Tiwala sa sarili, magtiwalag man sana'y di lumayo
Sa labas ng sanlibutan ay nagmasid
May mga dagim na nagtabon sa buwan
Nang nasilayan ang diklap sa alangaang
na sumambulat sa noo ay sumingaw ang depresyon
Mapagkunwaring uwak na dumausdos sa ere
Simpleng kilos niya'y nakakaaliw
Humapon sa troso para magpahinga
Sa kanyang aparisyon makikita ang
unos na dinadala ang dahilan ng pagdarapa
Naglaon na kuwento ay nagparinig ng alingawngaw
noong unang pag-usbong ay umani ng kahihiyan
Naging balat-sibuyas na tubo
humihikbi nang patago
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Dalawang kahoy na upuan
At tatlong libong katanungan
'Yan ang ating distansya.
Mahihinang muni-muni
Sa lagas nang espasyo
Kasabay ng maingay kong pagkabasag.
Masidhing pagpindot ng telepono
Dahan-dahang pagtakbo ng luha
Ang bumuo lamang sa ating usapan.
Wala na kong masasabi
Wala kang balak sabihin
Wala nga talaga tayong sinasabi!
Sa patuloy na ingay ng kalsada
Umalis akong walang balak bumitaw
Nagpaiwan ka bagaman matagal nang lumisan.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
Nais kong simulan
pagka't di ko matanto
bakit nagiging tuluyan
kang laman ng aking
diwa at isipan.
Sinubukang ibaling
sa ibang bagay,
ngunit bakit tila ikaw
ay kumakaway na halos
di ako mapalagay.
Paniniwalaan kaya kung
malaman mo na tila nakaguhit
ang iyong ngiti, na di ko alam
kung paano wariin sa aking sarili.
Sa pag-lalim nga
din nitong gabi,
sa apat ng sulok
napapamuni muni.
Wari ko'y may tawag
ang damdamin at tila
may napili.
Hinahamon ko ang
aking puso dahil
pag-kakatanto ko'y
may nakapunlang
butil ng pag-suyo.
Ipag-paumanhin ang
aking panulat,
dahil ang katotohana'y
di ko alam ang wastong
pamamaraan kung ano
o paano ba ang dapat.
Marapatin nga sana
ng kalangitan,
isinusuko sa ilalim
ng sansinukob na
bihagin ng buwan
at mga bituin
ang pag-sinta;
na sa bawat pag-kutitap
nila ay maipamasid
ang kinang at taglay
ng wagas ng aking paghanga
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
HIMALAY SE GANGASAGAR TAK DEV MUNI GAN KARATE SWAGAT BIN TERE DARSHAN APURN TIRATH VINATI HAI MA MUKH MOD MAT . NIT SNAN DYAN AARATI, SARASAWATI KI VIDA PUKARATI. MANAV SANG JALCHARO KO BHI TARATI KYO AB SANSE HARATI.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
I.
Minsan lang ako lumabas ng bahay
Minsan lang ako umupo sa damuhan at tumambay.
At napili ko ang gabi para ako'y damayan
Sa aking nalulumbay na katauhan.
II.
Marami akong naiisip–mga kung ano-anong bagay.
Marami akong gustong sabihin sa mundo,
Ngunit mas pinili ko nalang na itikom ang bibig ko.
Sapagkat alam kong wala namang makikinig sa mga pasaring ko.
III.
Napahiga nalang ako at ang mga bituin binilang ko,
At napagod ako kakabilang sapagkat alam kong imposible ito.
At bigla kang dumapo sa isip ko. At napasabing:
“Isa ako d'yan sa mga bituin, ako ‘yung maliit at 'di mo napapansin.”
IV.
Napabuntong hininga ako,
At kasabay nun ay biglang may isang bituing biglang nagningning.
Naalala kita, naalala ko yung ngiti mo noong una tayong nagkita.
Isa ka rin nga palang bituin, ngunit 'di gaya ko, pagkat ika'y maningning.
V.
Ang sarap sana ng buhay ko kung laging ganito,
Masarap ang hangin at tahimik ang aking mundo.
Ngunit alam kong imposible ang hinihiling ko,
Pagkat mas masarap ang buhay 'pag ikaw ang kapiling ko.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
i
Her Bayanihan entity, maketh me Muni-muni in the dusk
Her Humaling for me is relishing, alleluia for her, wanderlust;
I wilt court her mine soon, so she shalt knoweth all is bona fide
I'll taketh her hand in courtship, pushing all the past hurt aside.
ii
I wilt Siping with her in the sugar, in the bowl she dip's her hand
I'll dip mine finger's as well deep inside, inside her mind of tan;
I'll draweth her name on cardboard, and use black marker to,
Like bairn's in yard's, with relic yarn, I'll connect to mine muse.
iii
And thus to be fused, from ourn electrical sensual Spark's
Naked in the world's view, just as actor's, playing the stage part;
Though tis no script, this page is written by ourn amorous desire
Indigenous bodie's, to light the torches, love HOTT, all sweet fire.
iv
Mango to be viscid, between me and her's succulent tang
Her arm's wrapped around mine neck, not letting go, she hang's;
She is Makisig in perfect perfection, wearing a domino mask
Ballroom style, she driveth me wild, her love tis free, not a task.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
madilim ang kapaligiran
dama ang katahimikan
napatingin sa kalangitan
abot tanaw ang kalawakan
kay gandang pagmasdan
mga tala at buwan
tila nakahiga sa duyan
hinehele ng marahan
mata'y napapikit
diwa'y kumalma ng saglit
nanumbalik mga alaalang di mawaglit
ninanamnam bawat kapit
biglang napagtanto
marami nang nagbago
maraming dinanas na pagkabigo
kaya bang buksan muli ang puso?
mumulat at muling sisilay
sa mga bituing nakalaylay
Hihiling na sana'y pawiin ang lumbay
at mundo'y muling bigyan ng kulay.
sana'y hindi magsasawa
sa paghiling at pagtingala
hanggang sa dumating ang himala
at matanggap ang pagpapala.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
Wala nang piglas sa bakal na gapos
Gigil na pangil ‘di pigil pagyapos
Poot ay lubusan kong natatalos
Kahit patuloy paring minumulto
Ng anino ng pumariwarang pagkatao
Huwag pong ikukubli mahabaging puso
Kahit ako’y salat na sa lakas
Dahil sa mga sugat ng nakalipas
Huwag po tutulutan na tuluyang malagas
Ako’y nakikinig sa pagbasa ng sentensiya
Mga tenga’y bukas, piniringan man mga mata
Dustain man sa yamot, sa away Mo’y tiwala
Talim ng ‘yong dila sa puso tusok
Mga aral nito’y pinapapasok
Sa bulwagan ng diwang ‘di pa bulok.
-11/26/2011
(Dumarao)
*sentimental mood
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
screaming and crying, not on the outside but soon
I found it dad
I found your baggie of ****
the SF muni rolls past Mariposa St
I did not want to believe it
when I saw the make shift bongs
not **** bongs
how many of the ******* things do you need
I know it’s big in the gay scene to smoke **** before ***
but I thought you could find other ways to enjoy yourself
did your new boyfriend wean you on to it
I’ll ******* **** him
lock me up, I have always wondered if I would like solitary
you brought the make shift glass pieces to thanksgiving
you don’t even live with us anymore
but you brought it anyway
the SF muni scoots past Wawona St
guess you needed your fix
guess your kids, the genetic bits of yourself, were not entertaining enough
I could always think
naw, I bet he is smoking hash out of those
but then I found the baggie today
in a long rectangular bag I found the shards
I cried in horror
there was room for more than 10 grams of **** in there
so now I’m on the bus headed home
I run from the bus stop all the way home
all out sprint, hoping to run myself docile
It does not work
I get to the house and find a hammer
I decide to unload my anger on an old wooden door laying on the side of the house
I get a few good swings in before the hammer head breaks off, flying across the back yard
I’m not calm yet
I get to our garage door
and I snap
I see red, I scream my throat raw and I kick our garage door
I do not expect it to cave’
but it does
I feel the weight giving out against the sole of my boot
for the first time today, I am winning at something
I kick
I see my father
I kick some more
I see my father’s addiction personified beneath my boot
It’s face miming the expression, ‘Sorry, not sorry’
I give it one final kick and inspect my handiwork
I’ll have to come back out with a different hammer to fix the door before my mom comes back home from work
****
I thought I was a calmer person than this
I go upstairs and pass out
I want you to see my grandkids, dad
you won’t be able to while on that ****
I walk by or open my garage every day
every day I think about how such a beautiful man could come to a place where **** is the answer
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Wait!
I wait for a bus.
Never to enter only to wait.
Others mass around the muni stop.
Shoves and pulls are met with shouts and yells when the bus arrives.
It is surreal.
I have no effort on my part to move my way in.
I shall wait again.
With somewhere to go but not the power I wait.
It bothers me the effort others exert to attain a position on the bus.
Old women shout and babies cry but the bus continues on its way.
My perception of time sets me apart from the crowd.
I know that I will eventually reach my destination.
But to force my will upon others like those entering the bus
I dare not think of it but I betray my thoughts
I know in order to progress I need to assert my place.
As others do I compete to make room for myself on the bus.
The trip is in transition.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:27 AM UTC
Heels and a thin coat.
Scissors cut like wind.
4 minutes.
Arriving.
Hidden in the shadows of a ***** bus driver and disbelief.
A squeal of pressure is my savior,
Four minutes later.
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 12:16 AM UTC
Minsan pakiramdam ko nga
na tila ba nilubayan na ako ng mga salita...
Parang nilisan na ako ng mga tala at tula
Wala na ang dating saya sa bawat katha
Hindi na muling makagawa ang dating makata
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
The space in every word of a sentence
The silence between notes of a song
The rest after a hard day's work
Gap and stop makes sense
There is no such thing as nothing.
Even nothing must have something.
Sometimes, a stop is needed
A necessary halt for refueling the engine
A little brake to a steep corner
The travel becomes faster
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
Un arabe à Marseille autrefois m'a conté
Qu'un pacha turc dans sa patrie
Vint porter certain jour un coffret cacheté
Au plus sage dervis qui fût en Arabie.
Ce coffret, lui dit-il, renferme des rubis,
Des diamants d'un très grand prix :
C'est un présent que je veux faire
À l'homme que tu jugeras
Être le plus fou de la terre.
Cherche bien, tu le trouveras.
Muni de son coffret, notre bon solitaire
S'en va courir le monde. Avait-il donc besoin
D'aller **** ?
L'embarras de choisir était sa grande affaire :
Des fous toujours plus fous venaient de toutes parts
Se présenter à ses regards.
Notre pauvre dépositaire
Pour l'offrir à chacun saisissait le coffret :
Mais un pressentiment secret
Lui conseillait de n'en rien faire,
L'assurait qu'il trouverait mieux.
Errant ainsi de lieux en lieux,
Embarrassé de son message,
Enfin, après un long voyage,
Notre homme et le coffret arrivent un matin
Dans la ville de Constantin.
Il trouve tout le peuple en joie :
Que s'est-il donc passé ? Rien, lui dit un iman ;
C'est notre grand vizir que le sultan envoie,
Au moyen d'un lacet de soie,
Porter au prophète un firman.
Le peuple rit toujours de ces sortes d'affaires ;
Et, comme ce sont des misères,
Notre empereur souvent lui donne ce plaisir.
- Souvent ? - Oui. - C'est fort bien ; votre nouveau vizir
Est-il nommé ? - Sans doute : et le voilà qui passe.
Le dervis, à ces mots, court, traverse la place,
Arrive, et reconnaît le pacha son ami.
Bon ! Te voilà ! Dit celui-ci :
Et le coffret ? - Seigneur, j'ai parcouru l'Asie ;
J'ai vu des fous parfaits, mais sans oser choisir :
Aujourd'hui ma course est finie ;
Daignez l'accepter, grand vizir.
872
Akala ko dati ay tama ang pinasok ko,
Ngayon sa aking pag munu-muni’y aking napagtanto
Hinyaan kitang pumasok sa puso ko
Di ko alam na ito’y wawasakin mo.
Noon ako ay nagpakatanga sa iyo
Marahil ay mahal kita kahit ika’y gago…
Noong panahon na lumisan ka
Lahat ng pagmamahal ko saiyo ay nawala.
Noon ay nanumpa ka’t nangako
Hindi ko alam na ito pala’y mapapako,
Sabi mo hindi mo ako sasaktan, alam mo bang sa ginawa
Mo ay para mo na rin akong sinasakal?
Para kang kabute na sumulpot sa kong saan
Ngunit bula namang maturingan;
Pinaghirapan mo akong madungkit ang masaklap lang
Ay binitiwan mo’t di na nagbalik.
Sa tuwina ay maririnig ko
Ang malakas na batingaw sa isang sulok
“TangaLang, TangaLang, TangaLang”
Napatawa na lang ako at napatungo, parang tanga lang.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 12:47 AM UTC
I used to wonder all the time
What people thought of me.
I tried every trick in the book
To make the best first impression.
And I'd refine those tricks
By asking those who became my friends
What their first impressions were of me,
And the favorable things were promoted,
And the non-favorable things promptly culled.
I used to wonder all the time
What people thought of me.
All the hours I spent riding the MUNI
To and from school, crossing paths with strangers,
I'd wonder if they wondered about my story,
What kind of person I am,
What kind of history I have,
What kind of morals I live.
I used to wonder all the time
What people thought of me.
So consumed with making them think
The best of me, my fingers bleed
From receiving all the chewed pent up anxiety
Of "Am I good enough to be their friend?"
Of "Did I just say the wrong thing?"
Of "Did I make the right choice?"
Of "Are they going to hate me now?"
Of "I bet they'll choose to leave me now."
Of "This is all I have; this is all I can be."
Of "Guess it's just me."
I used to wonder all the time
Until I realized people don't really think of me.
Not the "Don't think of me" in a negative way,
But the "Don't think of me" in the exact same way
That I never think about them.
My thinking about them was always in relation to me.
Never "What was my first impression of them?"
Never "What's their story? What's their history?"
Never "What're the morals they're living by today?"
Never "How're they doing with their own anxiety?"
Never "I wonder if they're doing okay."
Never "We should be friends because they're good people."
I used to wonder all the time
What people thought of me.
Now I wonder some of the time
How I should think of them,
And in turn forget a little about me.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
I crawled off the Muni
Gagging from too much liquor
Smeared ash from the ground on my face
Sitting next to the Quick Stop, with a quarter of a Miller
I waited for you, Aimee
Someone like you
Innocence that should surround you
You were painted with hues
The roaring of armed pedestrians
A home made of paper and broken glass
You sat next to me for someone to listen
And I was going nowhere fast
I listened and I heard your pain
Too young to know it's not normal
Sweet thing, don't give up
Resist the inevitable
These people will dye your skin new colors
And time will show no mercy
I've waited a lifetime for you to be here with me today
For someone to listen to this advice that I wished someone would have told me.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
On Monday I took a bus to Chinatown,
Wandered the streets like a tourist.
On Tuesday I sat in the Park all day
Watching squirrels dashing to and fro.
On Wednesday I slept in late
Because well...it was Wednesday.
On Thursday I bought a MUNI pass
And rode from North Beach to Daly City.
On Friday I ran Ocean Beach
Not for the exercise but to chase sea gulls.
On Saturday I meandered the empty halls
Of the old academic institution I attended.
And on Sunday, when I had done all the
Things I used to love doing in this place...
On Sunday, I laid you to rest.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Muni bus rides
I swear the sky shines bright
Lost in lustless thoughts
Struggles for a better life
Thoughts of drinks and let downs
Burning earth and deep poverty
Loss of hope and emotion
What does it take to wake up
Kept restless and dormant
I swear everyday
Everything is ******* real
Don't look away
He's got a needle in his ear
The city attacks him
The corporations mask it
The oil leaks out thick
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC