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Ito ng kulay ng iyong puso

Ang kulay ng lipstik

Na binili ng iyong ina nung ikaw ay tinedyer

Ang kulya ng bulaklak na binigay sa iyo sa araw ng mga puso
ng iyong manunuyo

Hindi babanggitin ang rosas na niregalo sa yo
ng kaibigan **** babae sa kampus nang ikaw ay nasa
kaibuturan ng iyung kabataan,

Ang kulay ng mga di mabilang na mandirigma sa kabukiran

Na sumisigaw ng kapayapaan.




Ang kulay ng butil sa unang dapyo ng sikat ng araw

Sa panahon ng anihan.

Ang kulay ng asukal na muscovado mula sa pawis ng mga manggagawa sa azucarera

Ito ang paborito **** kulay noon.


Sa gitna ng lakbayin na masukal

Ginusto **** maging mapusyaw

Ngunit ang iyong pag-aalab ay puno ng kulay na ito

Sa iyong mga kapatiran sa masa


Pagsigaw ng hustiyang pang-ekonomiya



Ipagbunyi ang kulay ng iyong puso!



Ang sing-init na kulay na nararamdaman mo hanggang ngayon
Kahit na pumupusyaw ang iyong kabataan,

Nanatili itong kulay ng iyong pag-aalab.
Guy Braddock Dec 2013
Jack ropes and merriopes
In solicitous rhyme in fer derilious velope
envy implicitous insectuaryan harridannous
Ensole brodequins forbearing to lace
Trace elements of that remaining empoisonous

For failure interred
Is succes disinterred? And if so, form where?
Where derinferred strands failure unerred
By error masked muscovado coloured Breadth
Pneumonic, perhaps caustically mate
Aerial’d on the glib side of acoustical elimination
Veritable under pooh stick discrimination

Matte clouds of drab depression ove in
An area of low pressure
According to yon hypothalamic forecaster. Core has ter
Fail lently viola lapidavitious stretch so she as
fer ter rousse fer ter kamuskova. An epic
Scribbled on der calen.

Sole of brevity then being approximately an inch and a
Bit minus that
Torrent all yendergelpin cleaving
The very schism wit! It cynicism
Be as may be a pea, no spelling bee entrusted
Where? In there? In that jumble of line?
Barely knows his lime from his rhyme, or indeed
Lime from lime.
He’s just trying to fill up that calendrous space
And make some sense of it.
brooke Sep 2017
this must be the place


my father put bread inside
the ceramic jar filled with
muscovado in the kitchen,
where my tiny hands splayed
out and stuck to the counters

it'll soften it, he says

for his lack of affection
I took what I could get
i must have soaked in
Darjeeling for years
an unrefined sugar cube
too bonded to dissolve
like all children that
want from their fathers--

I suppose.

a little girl peeking
over the tile, wondering
what other types of things
bread could make soft--
her
maybe.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
Geof Spavins Sep 11
by Geof’s mischievous muse, now glucose-aware

🍬 Granulated Sugar
White as a sigh in a grandmother’s bowl,
it stirs the batter, steady and whole.
But now I measure, pause, and scan,
sweetness rationed by a trembling hand.

🎭 Caster Sugar
Finer than gossip in a cocktail lounge,
it lifts the meringue with a velvet bounce.
I used to flirt with its airy kiss,
now I weigh the risk behind the bliss.

🌨️ Confectioners’/Icing Sugar
Powdered snow on a birthday crown,
it dusts the cake like a holy gown.
I watch it fall, then turn away,
a sugar veil I cannot stay.

💎 Sanding Sugar
Crystals clink like carnival glass,
on cookies dressed for a midnight mass.
I crave the crunch, the sparkle bite,
but choose instead a quieter light.

🌰 Brown Sugar
Molasses-rich and musky-sweet,
it clings to oats and autumn heat.
I miss its hug, its earthy balm,
but trade it now for measured calm.

🌿 Muscovado Sugar
Sticky truth in a smoky jar,
it sings of sauces and wounds that scar.
I honour its depth, its soulful tone,
but keep my plate a safer zone.

🍯 Liquid Sugars
Drizzle, drip, and ritual glue,
they bind the bitter, coax the stew.
I read the labels, dodge the trap,
no longer lost in syrup’s lap.

🧊 Sugar Cubes
Pressed like promises, square and neat,
they clink in tea with a formal beat.
I stir with care, one cube or none,
a communion altered, still begun.

🌾 Pearl Sugar
Coarse and proud in pastry’s fold,
it holds its shape, it stays bold.
I nod at waffles, pass them by,
a crunch I mourn, but won’t defy.

🌴 Coconut Sugar
Earth-toned, caramel, low on the spike,
it sweetens the stew and the healthful hike.
A compromise, a gentle bend,
a sugar I might still befriend.

🌾 Date Sugar
From fruit once sun-kissed, now dried and ground,
it carries the fibre, the sacred sound.
I welcome its roots, its ancient lore,
a sweetness I can still explore.

🩺 Final Verse: The Bitter-Sweetness
So here I stand, a sugar bard,
with glucose charts and cravings marred.
Yet even now, I write, I taste,
in every limit, a sacred grace.

— The End —