"nene" poems
Minsan sa mundo,
akala mo ikaw lang ang malas,
lahat hinahanapan mo ng butas.
Pero ang totoo,
Gusto mo lang tumakas. . .
'Yan! 'Yan ang labing may gatas!
Kinukutya mo ang gobyerno,
dahil di sila patas,
eh, sino nga b'ang nag-atas?
Paano tayo kakalas,
Kung wala naman tayong lakas?
Nagdedesisyon ka nga
ng di alam ang konstitusyon,
paano mo nalaman ang tamang solusyon?
Nilagay natin sila sa posisyon,
dahil nagbigay sila ng maraming kondisyon,
na lahat naman, ilusyon!
Eh, sino nga ba ang iboboto?
Kung halos lahat sila,
ang hanap, deboto!
Ano sila santo?
Oh, tingnan mo ko,
kung makapagsalita,
akala mo kung sino. . .
Sorry sa mga kritisismo . . .
Pero sa totoo lang yung gobyerno,
pinapadami lang yung mapupunta
sa impyerno.
Di ko nilalahat,
pero pano nga ba tumukoy?
Binigyan ng kapangyarihan,
para manindigan,
manilbihan sa bayan,
pero anong ginawa?
Pinabayaan.
Kaya yan,
dahil sa kahirapan,
lahat sabik sa pangako. . .
Kalaunan. . .pag pinaglaban mo,
ikaw pa ang matatakot!
Magsasaka nga, sariling ani,
iba ang humahakot. .
Ibang nagmatapang,
sila pang dinambangan!
Kaya ako, di nalang boboto. .
Di basta basta makiki-uso.
Dahil ang totoo,
wala akong makitang seryoso.
Puro sila, sariling negosyo.
Gawa ng gawa ng imperyo!
Makita mo ang gobyerno,
andaming benepisyo.
Kadalasan, si chief puro pa reklamo!
Eh, milyon naman ang komisyon
Sa sariling institusyon!
Kulang pa daw!
Wow, napaka-halimaw!
Pero ang tingin nila sa kalsada
yung mga bata, perwisyo?!
Kaya ba nila tinago, sa malayo
nang dumating ang mga dayo?!
Oh, di mo alam no?
Kasi nga tinago!
Sana yung susunod na uupo,
yung taong, totoo.
Yung kahit malaya,
di mandadaya. . .
Gawing tama ang pagboto. .
Di ka na si toto,
Di ka si nene,
Wag madala sa mga ugong ng hele!
Meron at meron yan!
Di lang natin makita,
kaya ang payo ko:
WAG KANG MANGHULA. .
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
I met Mother Taro once,
She is an angel you know
I saw her in the greenery of
John Pia's Taro Patch.
She dawned the past, the present
and the future
More plant than woman,
and yet more root than angel wing--
Though her heart shaped wings
Repelled water as well
as any albatross or nene.
A rare bird in spirit.
She shared her plight to me
Of this modern time,
Watching the changes
In the faces of human kind
She remembers being a Goddess
And providing for all the people
In a time where she
traveled with the people
Over waters near and far
In double hulled canoe
To share her spirit
With new families.
And now, she feels like a myth
Told and retold by the elders
Alive more in the memories
And less on the land.
As she spoke, the message
Became more and more clear.
When might and power and greed and money
Seem of more value than
Root, wing, earth and pluck
We must take the time,
take the time
To tend each keiki and tend with care
So they may multiply
In healthy soil, water and air
So We the Living
Can live into eternity
For the winds of time
Will spite the might,
She said.
Seize this time
Seize this day,
Seize this moment
to tend
We the Living.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
You guys have been together,
For 35 years,
So much has changed,
With lots of Laughter and tears.
You guys have struggled,
You guys have persevered,
As your children,
We had this growing fear.
That we could never satisfy,
That our goals were unclear,
But you guys guided us through,
As our role models through all these years.
And now another milestone,
35 years in the making,
Of love and happiness,
And we are here celebrating.
All apart,
But yet together in your hearts,
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!
-Tj, Inday, Toto, Nene
—Thomas James Written on December 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
Atencion Atencion!
La depresion ya no existe
Si! todos son unos locos
muy muy tristes
Estudios tras estudios
de los estudiosos ingenuosos
ya me lo han probado
la depresion dexiste
ya esta comprobado
Oido tras boca
que es antisocial
que no se levanta
y no sabe del manantial
pero solo le hace falta
ayuda celestial
Que va ser?
Si el nene tiene chavos
madre y padre y par de carros
Déjalo tranqiuilo
esta en la etapa
si nunca de alegra
se va a matar
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
I remember how the sky cried
The mournful day my Nene died.
It sobbed and grieved; thought not prolonged.
Soon sunlight, through the darkness, dawned
As thought the tears had simply dried.
At once I wondered, scornfully, "Why?"
How dare you cease your crying, Sky!
How simply could the world go on?
Then I remembered...
My struggle, isn't her's. It's mine.
I hurt because I'm left behind.
For she, you see, has moved along
A better place she's set-upon.
Therefore, with mourning cast aside,
I'll remember.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
my tear may be your smile,
my adventure may be your everyday mile
Over a teddy bear is for what she cried
But there is a war going on, on the other side
I am living life yet wearing black
feeling sorry for them countries under attack
My heart is a big as I can open it
And I will never forget how much your limits had made me grown from it
my loves and lights,
I keep you inside
for when its my time to get through the day,
I remember the time you tried.
-nene-
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
He left me unkissed,
broken on the stairs,
running away,
this time no touching of my hair,
He left me unkissed,
dying from the inside,
now he found another,
the beginning of a new fight
ours was true, and meant be connected
but still you had the courage the left me uninfected...
-nene-
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
The urge to know
Is the urge to see
What will may
But mostly what will never be.
The urge of yesterday
Is afraid to see
What will be different today
But mostly how life will be.
-nene-
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
As local as shoe leather,
though laced a little differently
I still feel the pull of aul boody,
aul boy,
a voice of ancient things
this impossible centre of England
with the flow of Plantagenet
of Watling
of Nene and Welland
where nothing happens
but everything has
rich in silver willow
and tannery stink
still giving cause to think,
to feel Clare’s fears
as the inexorable tarmac is laid
and each day passed
as the hedged wren and dunnock
begin to explain
green and pleasant pains
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
Nene
I wonder if you knew what a gem you are
Did you know thar you were going to bring a whole nation together?
You are beyond glorified
Your stark brown eyes,gentle smile and your uncreased milky skin
Bring your soul to life
We will forever want your side of the story
I wonder how you felt
When you realised it was all happening
When you screamed and hoped that someone would hear you
When the walls of that office caved in
Did you ask,"why me?"
You see Nene
You brought out
The truth
You remind us that all the beautiful girls of this country are not insignificant
You remind us that life is our birth right
Uyinene
Rest in peace Angel
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 5:02 AM UTC
I look at them
I look at how his eyes concentrate on her lips,
to kiss
I look at her
I look at how her mouth opens for her last exhale
before they kiss
I look at love
I look at their innocence being taken away,
after a kiss
It opened my eyes
I open my eyes regretting how beautiful it can be,
a kiss
-nene-
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
give life a kiss
and it will feel that you are alive
give life a kiss
maybe its your reason to be alive
give life a kiss
when its your time to say goodbye
-nene-
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC