"nino" poems
Isang araw, muntik na naman akong nagpakatanga
Isang araw, naisip na naman kita
Isang araw **** ginulo ang isipan ko
Isang araw, binalik-balikan ang masasakit na alaala mo
dahil
Isang araw, biglang iniwan mo ako
Iniwan mo ako... at mula noon
Ilang araw akong wala sa sarili
Ilang araw iniisip ang mga dahilan kung bakit ka lumisan
at kung bakit ako'y hindi mo pinili
Ilang araw na nagbabakasakali
na ako'y iyong babalikan
Ilang araw na patuloy na umaasa
sa mga pangako **** napako sa kawalan
Isang tanong na gumugulo sa aking isipan
Isang tanong na hindi masagot nino man
Isang tanong na hindi ko makalimutan
Isang tanong na wala naman talagang kasagutan
Isang tanong, "Mahal, bakit mo ako iniwan?"
Hindi lang iniwan kundi iyo naring kinalimutan
Kinalimutan agad na parang walang pinagsamahan
Hindi pinapansin kapag nasisilayan
Ang trato'y parang estranghero lang sa daan
Bakit parang ako lang ang nasasaktan?
Bakit parang ako lang ang nahihirapan?
Bakit parang ako lang nagmamahal?
Bakit ako lang? Bakit?
Nang iwan mo ako, nawala ang tayo
Nang iwan mo ako, ang natira na lang ay ako
Mali pala, kasi pati ako ay nawala noong nawala ka
Nawala ang dating ako na kayang mabuhay noong mga panahong wala ka pa
Pagod na pagod na ako sa lahat ng sakit
Pucha, hindi mawala-wala kahit anong pilit
Ilang bote ng alak ang natumba at
Ilang stick ng yosi na ang naupos
Pero ang pagmamahal ko para sa'yo
Mahal
Hindi pa rin nauubos
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Nakabibinging katahimikan
Nakaririnding paninindigan
Ikaw
aking Ulan
Mabanggit nino man
Hindi masilayan
Pag-ibig hanggang laylayan
Hinati ng kasalanan
Ala-ala nating tangan
Tangan-tangan ng nagmamahalan
Ikaw, aking Mahal
Nawa'y magpagal.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Viva Sto. Nino!
Come let us celebrate
The boy Jesus
Our King, our Savior!
Colorful banderitas drape
This town street.
Here comes the
Pagan parade
Going to the church,
Lead by gay majorettes
Flaunting their legs while
Blowing kisses to the priests.
There is a river
Of people each holding
A portrayal of the living God,
A glossy Sto. Nino statue
Dressed in peasant clothes,
A chef's uniform,
A crisp black suit,
A traditional Chinese costume,
And a striped swimwear even.
Some people are masked
As zombies and ghouls
Quite like Halloween in January.
Their face paints start to get
Smeared in their sweaty cheeks
In this scorching 2 pm sun.
At the middle of the parade comes
A pick-up decked with a stereo.
A portrait of lady in a bikini is
Taped on one of its speakers.
As the parade moves on
The kids moshed and fist pumped
To tribal rhythms and hiphop hits
With cuss words in every beat.
The sun is setting and
The celebration finally arrives
At the crowded church plaza.
People make their way,
Inching slowly to the grand church door.
The great parade ends in a bang, well
A slap rather.
A ***** boy hits
A lady's behind
In yellow micro shorts.
A brawl erupts
In the midst of the crowd,
In front of the saints
Petrified in the stained glass windows.
The mass starts soon after
As if nothing happened.
*Viva Sto. Nino!
Come let us celebrate
The boy Jesus
Our King, our Savior!*
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
Sa mga tala hihingi ako ng paunawa
Mga bagay na di ko na dapat ginawa
Pero sabi nga
Baka naman daw masyado lang akong walang tiwala
Sa sarili kong balisang balisa
Mga bagay na di ko na maipaliwanag
Kaya bang linawin ng ng mga talang aking laging tinatawag?
Sabi ko gusto ko nang lumayo ngunit sabi ko din "wag"
Di ko lubos maintindihan
Kung ano ang dahilan
Paano na ba iyan?
Maipaliliwanag mo ba kung bakit ngayon wala nang laman?
Kasi nung huli kong tinignan
Lahat tayo'y masaya laging nandyan
Ngayon... bakit?
Bakit wala nang laman???
Pati puso ko di ko na maramdaman
Sobrang sakit na hindi maipaliliwanag nino man
Ayokong umalis nang hindi ito ayos
Pero di ko talaga alam kung anong gagawin kong kilos
Dahil sa tuwing ika'y kaharap na
Lahat ng aking mga tanong ay biglang nawawala nang parang bula
Di ko alam kung paano ka kakausapin tungkol dyan sa sitwasyong di kaunaunawa
Kalagayan natin ngayo'y kaawa awa...
Di ko na talaga alam...
Sa tingin ko'y ako na'y naging mangmang
Kaya isang kudos na lamang
Para sa ating lahat
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
How brave are our fire brigades?
As they battle bushfires each day,
Yes, it's summer in Victoria,
Not exactly the Waldorf Astoria,
For all the fire brigades,
Our respect they've totally gained,
Laying their lives on the line,
When the weather's too hot and fine,
Burn, Victoria, burn,
El Nino's torrid urn,
Our noble defenders each day,
Real heroes in the news, I say,
As they battle bushfires today,
How brave are the fire brigades?
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
(on a Black Saturday)
Sun beams touch the lustrous shells of
the capiz chime, dazzling the eyes and mind,
the walls on both sides of the big window are
newly painted, immaculately white, so bright,
....the pink blooms of the bougainvillea,
humbly bowed for almost two weeks now,
have turned to a faded brown.......wilting...
the strange nest had fallen, and gone
the young of the yellow green-breasted birds
have grown, flown away...all have found
............other trees to perch on
the sweet sop tree quivers
from its heavy fruits and birds on branches
enjoying their meal of fruits...ripe and juicy,
leaving some for the bats at night
a striped yellow cat rests on a shaded part
of the roof...i patiently wait for daddy long legs
to come out from the gutter...but in vain...
...paint still wet?...scent too strong, maybe?
maybe, the gravel and pebbles on the ground
weigh too much...did i unknowingly bury them?
i am missing the spectacle of an earthworm,
..........emerging from under the soil
big ants are restless...driven out...roaming,
the bricked wall's natural tan-beige shade
has surfaced...concrete wall is too hot...
these bricks, must be repainted white, as well
the ants, the spiders, the earthworms,
the bats, make their own preparations,
why can't we human beings do the same?
we prefer to suffer the consequences, and
deal with the results of unpreparedness:
el nino, earthquakes, unwanted people,
la nina, unexpected decisions, unwanted
changes...and all sorts of crazy "uns,"
townhouses have risen on my street
strange faces of new neighbors
......pass me by...
......as i write...
the worst heat of summer is yet to come...
Sally
Copyright April 15, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
Years of drought
and the grass is dry
the trees they die.
We love the sun
and clear skies
for fun all day.
Winters ahead
and we pray
as never before.
That the rain
will come
and not too fast.
As El nino strikes to end our drought.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Skinny little legs, like the bees
you loved to draw, propelled you
down two flights of old stone stairs.
Banging on your namesake's door,
calling out in a child's Italian:
"Nino, let's go play!"
An enclosed courtyard held us at the center
of modest apartments where our neighbors
hung out laundry, watched us play.
In the early evening light we counted, hid,
and counted again under quiet Roman skies.
It seemed, then, that this was life.
Counting rapidly in that musical language,
searching for a new and better place to hide,
we never imagined that soon, we would
want to hide here, in these memories
that would never leave us.
When an avalanche of tragedy hit us
one year later, we had these soft days
in our father's country to remember.
Hiding, counting,
and hiding again.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
El Nino El Nino El Nino
(Sung to "Let It Snow...")
Oh the weather outside's delightful,
Not a flake of snow, it's respiteful;
And what's to credit for this show,
El Nino El Nino El Nino
The southerlies aren't abating,
The greens they're still awaiting;
I'm happy not to have a chateau,
El Nino El Nino El Nino
When I'm out gawking at the night,
I don't see the clouds of snow;
There's the flicker of firefly lights,
Dancing over green meadows.
The days are slowly growing,
Warm winds caress as they're blowing;
It's fifteen above zero,
Thanks El Nino El Nino El Nino
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
---
the desert lies in wait
the anvil of the sun
it's creatures know their fate
'fore the summer has begun
the heat will either ****
as surely as a gun
or folk bend to its will
the weather's cruelty to shun
the parched and dusty soil
waits for the summer rains
these will quench or spoil
flooding down arroyo drains
water weeps - the El Nino
great winds rip the plains
like an eagle's cry they echo
destroy in their refrains
the weather makes or breaks you
whether fire or killing frost
the farmer is the one who
pays the greatest cost
every year the price is dear
so much to be lost
temperatures to soar
the earth is torn or tossed
but the people of Sonora
already have begun
to feel It's powerful aura
the anvil of the sun
soulsurvivor
(c) 5/19/2015
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
Wrapped up in red
and tied with silver
a small painting
you made in school
Given with a smile
and a whole lot of love
Van Gogh's Sunflowers
don't hold a torch to this
I may not be a mother
nor a sister
nor an aunt
I may not have family to visit
But ...
7 years old
you prove so well
that family do not have
to share blood
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
Se llama Blanca Novoa
La conoci un jueves
Fue mi amante mi pasado
La puse a un lado
Tenia un corazon sencillo
Estaba lista bien al tiro
Pienso mucho de mi hijo
Cuando lo miro, yo suspiro
Profundo, respiro auxilio
Mi ex novia, un dia fue mia
Me trato al cien, muy bien
Machin, sin fin los dos,
Felizes, pero el cielo triste
Me viste, despues te salistes,
Nunca supe de ti,
Me dejastes al olvido,
Bien ahogado y undido,
Solo pido, ver a mi jemelito
Chikito, el que carga mi
Pito con gran sonido,
Y mi wuebos colgando, volando te mando si sigues chingando, la neta dejame ver mi chamaco, hoy lo veras te aplaco y te trago como un taco, soy loco no naco, pinchi parajo opaco, regresame a mi nino santiago, lo extrano mucho pero ya es muy tarde, lo secuestraste, te lo llevastes y guardastes, para hirte bien lejos de mi, llevandote mi papi chulo, y despues darme una patada en el culo, me abandonaste, al suelo me tirastes, y me rebatastes mi vida, luego fuego me hechastes, y con lumbreme cuemastes, pero yo se que eres un angel, fuistes dulce como miel siempre fiel, pero bien herida de los golpes de la vida, del mundo llenando tu corazon oscuro con lagrimas y dolor, tu sangre se lleno de ardor, y te convertistes en serpiente, no fuiste tu tenlo presente, perdiste, lo tengo en mente, eres buena pero al fin el mundo te tumbo a lo profundo rapido en segundos, nomas te pido a mi squinkle, para comprarle su favorito chickle, y darle de comer su gerber, cuidarlo en mis manos, estar con el todos mis anos, mi duele un chingo solo me chupastes mi energia, dejandome una gran herida, fui solo tu bebida, gatorade laid & paid tu emergency aid, me dejastes dormido sin energia, con tu saliva, tan viva, como una divina diva, me sentia bien arriba, pero mas adelante no encontraba salida, perdido escondido super prendido, dame lo que me pertenece, dios me bendicio con mi gallo damelo o sino te lo arrebato!!!
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
En el agua clara
veo nuestros suaves reflexiones
y las sombras solas y misteriosas
debajo de glaciales enormes
La luz del sol brillante
se esconde debajo de nubes opacos
me da escalofrios de temor
y desaparecemos silenciosamente en la oscuridad
El frio me atrapa en sus manos
con el viento soplande en mi oido
como un nino diciendome un secreto
y el sol empieza a salir
Ahorra siento esperanza
veo la luz vislumbrante del sol
poco a poco saliendo de las nubes
y me siento libre y feliz
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
**you're pouting
i'm sulking
you're peeved
i'm mellow
and i know
it's the corazon
not the amazon
that's got me
whispering
and
whistling
as el nino
rains dearth
and we weep to see
good things go bad**
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
El Nino, the jokes go, is responsible,
to be levied our distaste. What a
disgrace, they're putting a Hispanic
face on 1998's over a 100,000 killed
by supposedly natural disasters. Now
Nina, naming her the cause of world
drought, global warming, which the
technocracies' altering weather cycles
determined. Their greed makes lies
fly as truth, can your convenience,
in allowing them to do it, further?
This while they enjoy unparalleled
short-term profits, paid for in real
deficits, brought by their murdering of
eco-systems, our progeny will pay a
thousand times those delusional
profits to repair, unsuccessfully. That
unending river of humanities' blood
will soon take billions of poor to
middle class lives before the extinction.
Still, every second over an acre of
rainforest is felled, every three a
woman is castrated, a child dies, and
only 50 % of us bother to vote!
Still, we don't have real compassion
for ourselves or others. If no real
changes will take place now, then
when, if not here, where, you, who?
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
our daily information
defies all expectation
reporting in unnerving detail
how trains derail, tour buses fail
to stay on roads without a rail
how terrorists attacked again
when nobody expected them
what nonsense politicians spew
unfortunately quite a few
how the economy keeps getting worse
yet billionaires still fill their purse
pollution levels have ‘improved’
El Nino has the jet streams moved
millions of refugees are loose
around the globe, few clothes, no shoes
armies and gangsters flex their muscles
cannot resist the deadly hustle
and for the icing on the cake
thousands of lives are now at stake
we learn without too strong emotions
that a new virus was discovered
the waters of our rising oceans
have by now covered
a third of several island nation's land
no more idyllic beaches with white sand
all this mixed in
with those exciting human interest stories
about the latest dog show winners
some brilliant wunderkind beginners
major and minor worries
from distant neighborhoods
commercials for the latest fads
and all the current healthy foods
self-advertising TV channel ads
who’s s great in sports
and who of sorts
in short
24/7 of much useless blather
that neither alters our lives
nor can we change its mostly dreary facts
yet we risk drowning under this debris
of cacophonic sound and image bites
unless we learn to
set our marks
clear our sights
turn into info sharks
devouring just those bits
of almost hidden information
we can make sense of and digest
the clues to what is really going on
below the surface of our media-created ocean
it’s the commotions in the depths
that teach us best
give us a glimpse behind the curtains of stale words
make us aware there’s little time for rest
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC
Check the perstat
Rhyming attack
Mystery solver Kojack
Jump up
Watch you get slapped back
Welcome to my terror dome
So don't get caught roaming
Alone
Stats like Jordan Clout like Jackson
Ask any ?
They know I'm.packing
More heat than the Sahara Desert
The rap grand wizard
Rhymes chillin' as a blizzard
Ya ain't worth a single
**** ya pops should have pulled out early
Ya must been born prematurely
I can tell by the scent of ya perfume
Its the ***** in you common sense
I see you getting intense
Ya furious got ya delirious
Ya wanna be us but ya can't trust
I bust more raps than shots
In a western
classic asiatic dramatic
Cause static like Dinero
Put that on my nino
Got gangsters who hang in Fresno
Califas
Got the baddest chickas
Rukas killers to drug dealers
Who roll blackwoods and drive benzo
High dollar rolls
1000s of cnotes the black Shappiro
Keep ya marked like Zorro
One luv to my barrio
Break bricks like Mario Luigi
Who can see me?
If I'm always ghost ya Mary I'm.scary
Say my name three times
I bust more rounds than ***** Harry
Cemetery
Is where many flaks rest on try a be the Don
I'm the true reigning champion
Don't rock timbs know the ledge like rakim
I turn crowds helter skelter
Fear smelt ya
Drop the beat I can rock it
Acapella
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Love Drain
love made in violent vain
I Love You like rain to surface
Fall with purpose to soak in your surplus
The center of My Force My Revolution shall swell
Eyes high rise toward your eminence and grassy swale
Riding the current of your emotion to cool the hot springs
I dilate in your atmosphere and precipitate in the fruitful crescent
I and You and doves so blue souls cry 2, eye pour through effervescent
eMotions are omens & they are super fictitious holograms of Our notions
Mere bubbles between bed sheets fun loving like stubble against peach cheeks
As I meringue on your meridians and salsa on equinox rusty chains and locks
Oxidize wonder why the tied boat rocks el nino blood rush through; paradox
Windy lox mingle and meddle, moving Our bits around where they settle
So forlorn when we change our minds these sandy sheets return in time
More than a marriage some say mysterious formations most lascivious
You carry a womb-full, ***** whales snail hermits and sea serpents
The swollen members of loves winter and a bed to lay Our head
As you satallite through solar wind to excite my Skye
In thought mine cloud cover your spots, fly
In estuaries lakes Love drain over Thee
The seven sides of You and I
We ride mystic gravity
Nonexpeditiously
Pitter patter
Violet Rain
Droplets
Because
Love is.
To me
Purple
Sake
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
Tanned bodies
Scorched faces
In the Pacific Sun
In search of a palm shade
A balm for our bodies
On a tandem
At 60-miles-an-hour
Against the Tropical cyclone
Whipping our faces
In search of a palm haven
A balm for our weary soul
Here we found
A shelter
In the times of El Nino and cyclone
A haven of rest
Safe and secure
Warm and filled
From the meat and juice
Of the coconut palm trees
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
El hombre no saba
Las cosas mas importante
A su hijo
El nino necesitaba
Las palabras de confidente
Que no dijo
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
I recycled a prompt from last April and chose to write a poem inspired by the first song that played on my Pandora station.
This song was 'Kiss the Sky' by Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra feat. Nino Mochella. I encourage you to listen.
There is war for the taking
For those with open eyes
The weapons are in waiting
For intrepid minds to rise
Some have fought with vigor
In hopes of skirting pain
But though the curse is certain
We do not fight in vain
There is peace for the making
It does not come by chance
The hallowed blood of martyrs
Gives feet to the advance
Now cradle your mortality
That fire beneath your soul
Love can win the battle
Though evil feign control
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC