"noh" poems
Nakita kita kanina. Nadaanan ka lang
ng dyip na sinasakyan ko. Ewan
baka nakita mo rin ako.
Kung napansin mo ko, yun ang hindi ko alam.
Malamang hindi.
Ganun ka pa rin, ganun ka palagi.
Magkasalubong na mga kilay,
nakakunot na noo. Siguro
dahil sa init. Ayun, kahit
mag-isa lang sa dyip, di
ko napiglan, napangiti na lang ako.
Nainis naman ako nung
isang beses, biglang
sinabi ng kaibigan ko, hindi raw
maganda yung ginawa **** artikulo. Ipagtatanggol
sana kita pero anong masasabi ko, eh
wala naman akong alam tungkol sa'yo.
Kaya eto pagdating ng bahay, binuksan
ko agad at binasa. Baka sakali
sa paraang ito maging close tayo.
At sa bawat salita, sinusubukang
intindihan ang ginawa mo. Pero ang totoo,
pinipilit intindihin ka. Baka
kasi dito, makilala kita.
Isang araw dati, lumabas ako
kasama ang isang kaibigan. 'Ah ok' na lang ang
nasabi ko, nang malaman kong
ang ex niya,
ay siya ring ex mo. Anliit
talaga ng mundo, noh?
Naalala ko tuloy nung hindi
mo kami tinulungan, kasi
busy ka, busy ka para sa bayan. Ayan,
lalo tuloy kitang nagustuhan.
Naisip ko nun, kahit
kelan hindi ako magiging bida
sa hawak **** kamera, kasi,
ang bayan mo, ang bayan ko, ang lagi **** inuuna.
Oo kahit ako natatawa, kasi
sobrang layo talaga ng
distansya nating dalawa. Mula
sa paniniwala hanggang sa mga ginagawa, hindi
kayang sukatin kahit ilang
ruler pa gamitin.
Hindi naman ako naghahangad
ng kahit ano. Ang makita ka nang di inaasahan,
sapat na yun. Ang mabasa
ka, okay na para isiping
kilala nga kita.
Makita lang ulit ang mga mata mo, maisip
o maalala lahat ng ito, okay na.
Pero sana alam mo,
may isang tao dito, napapangiti
dahil sa'yo.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
Alam n'yo ang love, pag-ibig
o ano bang tawag n'yo d'yan,
kusang 'yang dumarating
di nga lang nagsasabi kasi wala 'tong bibig
(hayyy naku! naman oh!)
Pero ano ba kasi ang true love?
O baka kaya'y throw love na naman?
(tawa muna bago maging seryoso ang usapan)
Ito kasi yun, tama na sana! S'ya na sana!
Eh shunga-shunga ka eh!
Boy Gago! Lady Gaga! Pinakawalan mo pa.
(kaya ayun! iyak iyak na naman ang drama)
At napatanga sabay sabing
"Sayang!"
At wala ka ng magagawa
upang maibalik pa ang naudlot na love story n'yo.
(wag mo nang ipagkaila, tama ako noh?)
Nakakasawa rin naman pakinggan
ang mga hinaing n'yo!
Wala kaming hearing aid,
bespren n'yo lang kami!
(ano ba, tama na kasi! kasalanan mo rin yan!)
Puro pait at pighati na lamang ba?
Kaya ang isa sa inyo
naging PEANUT BITTER na!
(nakakasawa talaga, talagang talagang talaga!)
Kaya eto na nga'ng advice ko sa inyo...
Sabi kasi nila...
Ang love ay parang daw isang itlog...
'Pag hinigpitan mo ang hawak,
mababasag...
Pero 'pag maluwag naman,
mahuhulog lang at mababasag din...
kaya dapat tama lang...
Yung alam n'yong akma lang
sa eksena...
Kaya eto ako ngayon,
malungkot at nanggiginaw ang puso...
(hahahaist...)
Kaya bago matapos 'tong tula ko,
magtatanong muna ako...
Sino bang may gustong humawak ng itlog ko?
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
Naa koy iingon sa imoha na importante
Ayaw kalain ha, dapat na nimo mahibaw.an tanan
Gusto jud nako mahibaw-an nimo ni karon.
Kadto giingon na naa koy pagbati nimo ug
Na nakagusto kaayo ko nimo.
Dili jud to tinood tanan.
Tinood jud na.
Pasayloa ko. Kabalo ka na dili ka
Importante ka para sa akoa.
Ug kung mawala gani ka
Mas malipay gani ko
Kapoy na kaayo
Labi na ug magtawag tawag ta.
Kapoy man d.i noh?
Kung ikaw gani ako ka-storya.
Wala nakoy gana ug
ang kalipay
mabati nako lahi ra.
Nakagusto ko sa imoha
Pero sa una ra.
Karon mas gusto pa nako teka
Na dili maka.storya na.
Ug kung magkauban ta sa taknang adlaw
Dili na nako na pangandoy
Mas ikalipay nako na
Na molayo nako.
Dako nako pasalamat na nakaila teka
Pero tama na.
Ug gusto pa teka makauban
Pero kapoy na..
Hinaot magmalipayon ka perme.
Ambot wala ko kasabot sa ako gibati karon.
Malipay man ko na naa ka.
Pero karon dli najud.
Ug hinaot na dli ka magbag-o
Amigo gihapon ta
Kay ako dili ko magbag-o sa imoha.
Amiga gihapon teka
Salamat kaayo.
Balika ug basa. Line 1,3,5,7, 9...... Lang
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
Kapag yung ex mo nakipagbalikan sayo
tatangggapin mo pa ba?
Ako?
oo.
tanga lang eh noh?
oh tapos tatawa tawa ka?
Kung sabagay…
Hindi kita masisissi.
Hindi naman ikaw ang minsang lumigaya
Sa ibabaw ng alapaap
Sa yakap na mahigpit
Sa kamay na minsang nakatagpo ng
Palad
Palad na handang dumamay
Palad na handang umakay sa matarik na bundok
Binuo ng mga daliring handang takpan
Ang minsang mga matang walang humpay na lumuha sa pait na
Dulot ng mapanghusgag tingin ng mundo
hindi.. hindi kita masisisi
dahil hindi naman ikaw nag nakadama
ng matamis na lasa sa pagbigkas ng mga katagang
ikaw.. ikaw lang.. ang mahal ko.
Hindi. Hindi mo narinig ang bawat ngiting
Ipininta ng bawat tawang ibingay
Sa mga simpleng kantang inialay.
hindi.. hindi mo nasaksihan nung araw na ipinaglaban
nya ang pagmamahalang tanging mahalagang bagay na meron ako at sya noon.
Hindi.. hindi mo naramdaman ang lambot ng kasiguraduhang
Matutulog kang nakangiti dahil sya ang katabi mo
At gigising kang may ngiti pa rin dahil panatag ka
Panatag kang sa bisig nya parin nakahimlay.
Hindi.. hind kita masisisi
Dahil hindi mo ramdam
Ang kirot na humiwa dito..
Nung araw na sinabi nyang
“Ayokona”
Ayokona?
Walang eksplenasyon ni walang pasubali
Nabura lahat! Natabunan ng mga tanong hanggang sa naging panghihinayang at poot at
Sinabi kong tama na
Tama ka nga siguro
Ayaw mo na..
Lahat yan tinanggap ko, pilit ipinilit sa isipang
Wala na. tapos na. ending na.
Tapos
Isang araw
Bigla syang kumatok, sabi
“sorry”
Tanginamo. Para san pa?
Ako pa rin daw..
ako parin daw.
Kapag yung ex mo nakipagbalikan sayo
tatanggapin mo pa ba?
Ako?
oo.
pero di gaya ng dati
hindi
na
ako
tanga.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC
Andaming nag bago, noh?
Mga bagong mukha
Mga naalala ko na lamang sa mukha
Ano ba ulit ang iyong ngalan?
Marami na rin palang namaalam
Mga namalagi sa ibang lugar
Mga lumisan sa mundong ibabaw
Ikaw, saan ka na nananahan?
At itong mga dating maliliit na bata
Ngayon ay nagsilakihan na
Ang karamihan ay napariwara
At ang iilan ay hindi nawalan ng pag asa
Masyado siguro akong naging abala
Upang hindi mapuna
Kilala pa rin kaya ako
Ng komunidad na kinalakihan ko?
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
soft soft softly
he creeps about
the edges of the room
finding his way....
with the precision
of a Noh dancer...
as the blucat watches
with gestapo stare...
the new kitten...
black and white
tuxedo...not quite right
all wrinkles and fuzz
and fffft, ffft fights
the blue cat...
old cantankerous king
looks at this scrap
of a thing...
growls, deep
from his belly rotound
turns his back...
in overstated disgust....
that wrinkly thing,
is not one of us!!!.....
later in the day...
i pass by the same way
to find blucat and tuxedo boy, wrapped up asleep
in sombulant joy...
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
of what's a house built,
tatami mats without
figures, ghosts within walls,
haunted by the absence
of anyone of substance who calls,
ozu, can you hear me? in
these rooms of noh occupants,
transients staying only a night,
staging a performance for no audience,
except me, turning slowly to dust,
late spring in tokyo twilight,
floating weeds in an empty house,
by a projector's light.
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 4:29 PM UTC
Have some fun.
Presentation of self.
Afterlife functional illusion.
If your memories don't heart attack or cancer out
or from traffic accident
how will you effortlessly flush them out?
You must give yourself to man
be more selfless.
Do one thing well. Flute.
History final. F is for fiction.
Nature's philosophical partner
afraid, affectionate, forceful, confused!
Within a tradition, fine to know what you're doing.
Polka dots and moonbeams. I'm old fashioned.
Noh, opera, film.
File with business cards.
What's the offer?
Free marketing. Unusual reflections.
Why fight fires, floods?
Hurricanes and other acts of the Father. As for man's
fate, what has this to do with the temperamental, fragile self.
Power failure
just as we were fixing dinner.
The white egret ate fish after fish, one then another then another,
forever . . . .
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
8th grade was here
8A and 8B
Some have moved very far
Some still very near
But still holding on to our legacy
Ms. Ife then Ms Noh
Ms. Ife then Mr. Brown
Changes were made
Because one let go
Now there's a new guy in town
8th grade was here
Learning together
8th grade was here
Making friends forever
8th grade was growing up
In front of everyone
And just to our luck
We have all had fun
We taught each other
So much this year
But sadly we will split up
At high school but will still be very near
For the ones who made our lives change
We say thank you
For you have given us
So much to gain
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Masi Majangsisi Sain
Noshogung Ni phrang Noh Yahong ha thaglakha..
Sainbili bo jaru phaikha
Sain bo gama phairu kha,
Noshkao Haa Gajao-Gurmu
Khere-Khere Nojaru phaikha
Dao-Daomi buthu bo Noshkao Haa
Birhi-birhi thaglakha
Khere-khere nokhoha khrip bo haprola phaikha
Oda Horr Jalanglakha...
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
i just love the monday gray sky, mixing nicotine phlegm cough-up roughage taking part of my larynx and the oesophagus wall off while drinking coffee and melted hazelnut flavoured ice-cream (baileys).
european languages tend to stress an atomised syllables,
therefore encouraging a “cheating” mechanisation of the tongue,
don’t get me wrong, due to the lack of diacritic
in english, we have a wide diversity of accents,
no scot would say a posh yes, but rather say aye
like a pirate to a squire in a top hat...
the asiatic languages tend to twin letters rather than breed them
as unique and segregational, but then come across the problem
of outspoken dyslexia: cat ketchup.
the asiatic countries solved the matter in the rubric:
ni in
hon noh
ar ra
el le
po op
hence so much grammatical schrapnel in european languages,
the prepositions and the conjunctions etc.
it’s no wonder the complexity of compounding H or He or O
within CO2 or H2 or EtOH is necessary as is pictographic
representation in mandarin;
but it does make the european languages very musical,
actually that's what defines european languages
their musicology is due to phonetic approximation
of their characters a - z, alas if that were the sole +
on the matter... it's also a strand of languages
that fakes concerns, lies, and sees a quick gain
crafting a breed of ohs and zeros in the millions
for no apparent reason other than self-promotion,
white snail caviar pearl chandeliers ritzy champagne and yachts;
no wonder we have a second alphabet! i.e.
onomatopoeia /ˌɒnəˌmætəˈpiːə/.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
本当に馬鹿だよ！
だから私とても大好きだ。
***당신은 바보 야!
그 이유
내가 당신을 너무 좋아합니다.***
*You're an idiot!
that's why
i like you so much.*
**Ang tanga tanga mo noh?
kaya nga gustong gusto kita!**
***Buang jud ka noh?
mu'nang ganahan kaayo
ko sa imo!***
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
Look up to the sky
the challenge
Robes attained flowing pure
edged with the symbol of blood
Clear love and soul singing beyond,
And boredom is forced to dance,
Love's fullness loose-- spreads to a body
An image, a show,
Communal hands efforts ascend a net
correct; "A blanket for your bed",
Life goes from moan to release,
You will see your true form
through the eyes of the world
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
I always said she had too much coffee and cake ,
her portly shape was due to too much wine ,
and now all she craved was a good time.
I always said the cigars she smoked were like
Tomb stones ,
to blind to notice,
to addicted to care .
I always said ,
I always said .
And her heart only beat to climb the stairs ,
and the chocolate and chips helped her through the day .
Rainbows and demons ,
Chains and weeds ,
and the wind and rain ,
and the rain and the wind found us on our knees .
Spoh koyn nee noh Cheh dorogoy , ( good night my dear ) for
I shall navigate my love under a starry host on my ship of jesters and
Fools .
You’re cigars and cake are the rainbows and demons ,
and chains and weeds to our love ,
For you’re laughter for our foolish freedom came not from God above .
Must I then take the ash and crumbs and the yellow **** you retch ,
and hope what’s left does not choke you .
We shall marry in our Geogian satire of smokin mirrors , gin and Russian roulette ,
I will play the doctor ,
You the patient.
Our babies will smoke cigars from their Georgian prams ,
Wine ,cigars , chocolates and cake I shall spoon feed you ,
.....until you’re dead .
For you’re chains and weeds have killed you ,
and death has taken you away .
And here at our table I shall sit alone ,
thinking of you .
With wine a cigar ,
Chocolate cake and a cigar I shall toast you ,
until this day ,
draw a curtain ,turn off the lights .
Sweet dreams my malen kaya kroshka
( my little crumb )
sweet dreams .
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
No
[noh]
adverb
def./ a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal, as in response to a question, action, or request.
I said it.
Over and over when I saw the drawings and heard their words.
I choked it out.
In a bathroom stall as tears ran down my cheeks
They didn’t hear.
I screamed it.
In my head when he held me against him
I whispered it.
Out loud when he touched me in a way i didn’t want.
He didn’t hear.
I cried it.
In agonizing pain as he stood in my room.
I pushed it out of my lips from the depths of my hurt with my voice shaking yet strong
It wasn’t strong enough
He didn’t understand.
I lied it.
When the doctors asked me if I wanted to die.
I murmured it in the ice cold room pulling my sleeves so my scars didn’t show.
I just wanted to go home but home wasn’t the blue house on 69th terrace
I didn’t understand
I sobbed it.
Into my pillow at 3am when it trapped me in it’s death grip at last.
Her voice had become louder than mine
And I can’t say it anymore.
No one listens.
-o.g
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
when you are travelers
your conquests are
passages highlighted
in yellow
dog earred pages spoken
in pictographs
but when you are conquests
with velvet letters painted on your back
rooms filled with red thumb tacks
girls with names scrawled all across
their thighs, passport stamps carried
from country to country
milling about with scabby knees and
raw elbows
a noh mask to hide your shame
and not your face
a push pin on an unlisted county
barely within a three mile radius--
he's a photo up on the shelf and
you're just another notch in his belt.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
A slight of hand
will mystify you
a wave fo the wand
will do too.
But to place in a hat
which has become a habit
his daughter's pet
a disgrunled rabbit.
The pull it out
when the magic word's said
accept the applause
and place the hat on his head.
Is a bit of a disgrace
for the poor pet
look at this pitiful face
that's as much as you will get.
Noh shock, no suprise met by all
is it magic then one would say
the rabbit does not want to know
s llong as he eats at the end of the day.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Nung nakita kita
‘Di ko’y namalayan
Pupunt arin sakin
Ang iyong pagmamahal
Kahit sandali lang iyon
Iniwan mo na ko
Ikaw parin
‘Kaw parin ang nasa puso’t utak ko
Pero bakit?
Bakit ‘di mo na ko mahal?
Bakit iniwan mo ‘ko na walang paalam?
Bakit mahal parin kita kahit wala ka na?
Nagkulang ba ko sayo?
Oo nga pala...
Iba na mahal mo
Swerte niya noh
Siya yung minahal mo
Habang ako,
Iniwan mo lang mahulog
‘Di naman sinalo
Alam ko balang araw
Sasaya ako
Pero ngayon
Hahayaan ko muna mahulog luha ko
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Feeling pathetic.
Can’t get that feeling back.
“Alexa, play Latin music”
“Alexa, play Rhythm and Blues”
“Alexa, find Wait, Wait”
“Alexa, play KNHM”
“JPR News and information
From Tune in”
Not Sabor Latinx
Not The Place
A Noh space
Weird weekend disgrace
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:42 PM UTC
A whorl is not a swirl
Although it may seem so.
Allusions as illusions.
A reflection deception?
Yes or know?
Can we ever Noh?
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC