"ong" poems
L-ong or short life is worth living
I-nteresting or boring life is an option
F-ailure or success a life decision
E-nd weakness to begin with strength.
Jun 17, 2013
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
I’ve been told by a friend to wait here.
As long as I stay here, you’ll be back past five o'clock.
I’ve waited—you came and opened the door.
It’s true; now I will dedicate my nine lives to you.
"She drinks her tea by midnight and lulls herself to sleep. You should waggle your tail and lie beside her. Every day except for Saturday." My friend laughed rigorously when she finished that statement.
“Why can’t I play with her every Saturday?” I asked her, trying to grasp her evading eyes.
"Just because," she shrugged and tried to climb the tree.
"Wait!" I hissed, but she’s nowhere to be found now.
I did everything she told me to do. Eat my food past lunch, play with my worn-out toy, and wait for her to be home.
At the exact moment the cruel sun rose and the light hit my body, I waggled my tail and lied beside her. Unfortunately, I forgot it was Saturday today.
I called her name, distinctively meowing in a weird manner. I cackled slightly; she wouldn’t understand. Biting slowly with her calloused hands and licking the side of her face, she still won’t wake up.
And I meowed until there was no sound left of me. My dear Celia, wake up, for you have to give me food now.
You still need to bathe me and play with me at the park. We’ll still wait for the night to come and watch TV.
Oh, Celia, I’d still spend my nine lives with you. Where have you been since I slept last night?
I’d still wait for you here at the table, near the window. Where the trees dance the delicacy of their sickening leaves. Oh, how we both hated the crispness of those brown leaves.
Oh, how you knew how much I hate autumn and how much I undoubtedly love the breeze of winter. The screeching of the winds and the snow falling onto the ground, where we both scrutinize its unique aspect. We were the same.
How you were covered in snowdrops, and you’d throw me inside the snowpack. I’ll hiss, and you’ll laugh.
"I told you not to play with her every Saturday," my friend whispered, almost with a faint cry. There was a hint of longing in her voice.
"You haven’t told me the answer, Ong."
"She grieves in her dreams, my friend. He visits every Saturday, spends a day with her, and goes home at exactly midnight. She’ll wake up tomorrow, bud," she answered in agony.
Who's he? " I turned to her, but she vanished once again.
Celia, I will love you for the rest of my nine lives. I’ll wait for you tomorrow. It’s okay to grieve for now.
I’d still wait for you here at the table, even though it’s autumn. We both got to accept that winter is already over.
It’s my first life with you in autumn.
Sep 9, 2023
Sep 9, 2023 at 3:10 AM UTC
A lthough it didn't last long,
S urely I'll never forget you.
H ow could I? Those
L ong FaceTimes at 4am,
E very smile, laugh, goofy face. No
Y ou're too memorable. Good bye.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
Long lasting likeable lifestyle,
On the best possible place,
Vexing me never ever,
Eternal & truthful.
It is the real definition,
So surreal it always is.
Far away from loneliness,
Reading mutual fun daily,
Eternal is this true feeling,
Exceptional are all its ways,
Dominion of my familial home,
Obvious empress is my mother,
My father the obvious emperor.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
Ang kape ay buhay
ipinantawid-gutom
kasabay, kaunabay
ng unang subo ng kanin,
sa murà kong isipan -
nilililok ng maalagang haplos
ng katam ng mga pangaral
at talim ng pait ng nakadaupang
mga dospordos ng karanasan,
bawat lagok ay nagbigay
ng iba ibang kulay,
ng alay
Alak ng paglimot ay tinagay
ng kapitbahay
na maingay
sigaw ng inipong luha’y
kakambal,
ngunit ang kape
-
sa Pilipino'y sawsawan
ng tinapay na inaasam:
paimpit ang napilayang pag-usal
sa binging patron ng pandesal
taimtim ang piping dasal
:
“bigyan mo po kami
ng aming kanin
miski walang ulam
basta may kape
,
pero mas maigi na rin po
pag may bulanglang”
"salamat po sa kape
ngay'ong kami'y buhay
at sa burol
kung kami'y mamatay
na kalul'wa'y pasal,
tirik ang namumuting mata
Inaykupu Nanay!!!"
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
Lately
I Long
for the Love
that I once Left
when I chose the Lonely
path of discovery and difficult Learning.
My
steps Melt
into the Miles
I tread when Meandering
round town each cloudy Morning
'til each crisp and tender Midnight
Softly
I Sing
the tender Songs
not meant for Solitude
and gently drop a Sigh
waiting patiently for another ripe Summer
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
S un light gushing through the window on that summer afternoon, left me
A westruck as they bounced off your golden locks. You continued to create
M usic so surreal, I felt still asleep lost within a sweet dream.
U nleashing the darkest desires within my soul, you continued to
E ntrap me a little bit more every time we came into contact. Emotions,
L ost during my last battle with Cupid, were revived one by one.
R eality losing yet another battle with the phantom of the summer,
O ver-dozed on your boyish charms whilst suffering from an impatient heart.
W ild look in your eyes burns into mine, and as you speak I
L ong to kiss your lips with raving passion, hoping it would last an
E ternity and a little bit more. Maybe you will, maybe you won't, but just
S mile for now and play your music, 'cause it makes me "feel" again.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
I will sit here, alone,
Wondering how I am going to do this, but
"I will not bow, I will not break." As
Long as I have this life and as
Long as I am breathing; I will fight. And
Now is the time to help
Others because even if I am in dept
There are other people who have it worst.
But I can't help them quite yet as much as I would love too..
Only time can tell, but first I
Will have to help myself; No running. I will be fine.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 6:23 AM UTC
Yes, today I tell you about naïvety,
Our bright moments all got faded,
Up high above the sky love took you,
Raze you did my love to ground.
Hardworking is a trait of the naïve,
Escaping is the trait of others.
As innocent they might behave,
They might not be dupable.
Innocent people work dedicatedly,
Not the saying the same for smart ones.
Yelp they often for help,
Often they do so for ease,
Underworking lifelong,
Resting most of the time.
Lies you construed for convenience,
Infinite and uncountable lies,
Fife of carelessness you played,
Especially in your romantic life.
Wish they do for an easy life,
Ill they unintentionally wish for you,
Long they will for an expert,
Lastly they will follow their lazy heart.
Teeming with tears your eyes are left,
An aching heart eventually gives away,
Keen to relax with your love they are,
Eastward or westward escape won't help you.
You will rue your actions one day,
Our memories you might forget,
Unto paradise youth will not come.
Down the whirlpool of memories I sink,
Of your guilt you will also feel bad,
Win my heart you did with your naïvety,
Now you are matured as self-centred.
Taste you will many serums,
Of different people they will be.
Another Atul won't cross your way.
Bringing any friends won't help,
Ringing any relatives won't either,
Of loneliness it will be a big hell,
The dome of love you despise,
Have it your way right now,
Enjoy now when you can,
Life will settle scores...
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
monster Ness is a lake.
The frightening kind of lake itself.
emptiness is more (things)
than what an empty place or an empty
cocholate box, one heart on an autopsy table
or all the theories of Walter J. Ong is. Are
you seeing it properly?
Monstrosity is another thing(s).
, lrp. 04fev11, às 05h27.
May 11, 2011
May 11, 2011 at 7:16 AM UTC
"Be careful she doesn't get bored with you next
It's a long way to ** f
a
l
l**
."
That line popped into my head
The other day
& it's been rattling around inside
Ever since.
It's from one of my favorite books.
A book that says many true things.
I
Don't know.
It just crept inside my thoughts
& grabbed on tight.
"It's a long way to fall."
Sometimes I wonder if I am a replacement.
Maybe it's because
You aren't-
Most people are,
See.
Paper dolls
Placeholders
For the people I can't have close.
I've kissed glass lips before
Gazed through see-through collarbones
& seen only my reflection
Distorted in translucent eyes.
Sometimes they fall & break
In shards on the floor
& I see my tears
In all the little pieces.
But you
Are
Flesh.
Sometimes I ask myself
If I resent it.
I don't think I do.
(& I resent
That.-
"IT'S A LONG WAY TO FALL.")
Because I wonder,
Every so often,
If I am a paper doll to your porcelain.
If I am a poor [wo]man's lover,
Good enough . . . .
[For now.]
I don't like those thoughts.
Maybe they are where jealousy starts,
But I feel none.
(I am glad of that-
It is the ugliest feeling I know of.)
But I do wonder, all the same,
If I am only the best
You can do
Just now.
I hate wondering that.
I hate it because I shouldn't care to wonder,
("it'salongwaytofall!")
& I hate it because I should think it's more ridiculous
Than I do.
I looked by accident
In[T]o puppydog eyes the other d[A]y
Begging for attention
At the dinner table
& I heard it li[K]e b[E]lls
"[IT]'s a long way to f[ALL]."
& mostly I do dismiss it,
The possibility that sometimes seems
Very real,
That I am a passing fad-
"It's a long way to fall."
The nagging inkling that ma[Y]be
I'm n[O]t special-
Just
New.
& that I will pass
Like aut[U]mn,
& my leaves fall
& the pretty colors gone
[W]ill leave me bare & ugly
& l[I]feless al[L] over again.
The passing thought that perhaps
The universe is speaking to me & not you,
That maybe the message is
"It's a
[L]ong
*Way
To*
[ F A L L." ]
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
song and dance,
a lovely combination.
whiskey and women,
a deadly intoxication.
put two and two together,
elation.
higher
no
ain't
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 2:37 PM UTC
swallomp, swallomp
HE the,
smallsmiled, muckfrumper
swiped at his scnocklezogger
HE, must be comin down
with a squiffsquizzley...
he hoped not....
HE just HATED visiting the
Tristlings they POKED
cold, fizzfiginflers in awkward places,
like under your
spiztigwungle
and down your
floppleplagger
and then, gives you,
two mattmuttertrogs,
to have instead of dinner
and says....
you should feel prankyfilck,
by coddleslidiggetty.
but in the meantime....
no more,
squiggl-ing, dibbl-ing,
pivbabl-ong or tonggypaffle.
HE, the smallsmiled, muckfrumper,
tapped his stotching,
three times,
spun on the toes of his
zibdinkers
and wished for
luck and good health.
it was too good a stonkploffli
day to have a, mickering,
sqiffsquizzley.
swomple, swomple,swomp...
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
What's in a name,
What's in a name?
Could it be pleasure?
Possibly pain.
M is for malice,
Monster, mouse.
The first letter of my name,
That's what I think about.
A is for the *******
Whom I've never met.
The reason for my name,
The reason I hate it.
Y is all the yelling,
I've done inside my brain.
Made up confrontations,
The things I've planned to say.
K is makes the sound
Of the things he never was.
Kind, caring, compasionate,
He doesn't even know I exist I bet.
E is everything I wish I knew
The tid bits, the facts, the thoughts in his head,
Who he really really is,
Never asking, I wonder instead.
L is for love that I already have,
My mommy, my daddy, my brothers, and friends,
Have showed me that compassion and love never ends.
While my daddy is mine, and always will be,
Another I would never ask for,
At times I long, and wish to know,
The man I am named after.
A has two meanings for me,
One is filled with bitter disdain
Another reminds me,
The uniqueness of my name.
I love it I hate it, I would never change it.
It will be with me,
ALWAYS.
M-A-Y-K-E-L-A
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 11:05 AM UTC
For me,
You truly,
Care Sir,
My future,
You wished,
Only bright.
But alas,
It's not,
Thoroughly dark,
Sitting here.
And endeavours,
Not sufficient,
Doomed failure.
Priceless moments,
Indeed wasted,
Eastwards staring,
Caring not,
Efforts wasted,
So sorry.
Because I feel so cheated,
Unforgettable are the marks,
Truly loving makes you prone.
But yes Sire,
I'm only debilitated,
Totally not devastated,
Such pains I'm accustomed to.
Wishing an easier life,
Is not for me at all,
Losing myself,
Long I have been.
So hear in night's ears,
I will rise once again.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
89 degrees and humid, sunset at 8:30.
Eastern barbeque smokin out in the backyard
the grass is getting lo-o-o-ong, but
it can wait until next Sunday.
iced tea, sweet, sinful tea
and no cowboys in sight.
just Low Drawled Camouflage Men
and Freedom to Own a Gun,
black n milds, porch swings and
mosquitoes turn up in your ear holes
like politicians touting their pro-life campaigns.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Here, have these fortune cookies,
Observe how smooth each cookie is,
Wow! Just so sensual the feeling is.
Again bring it closer to your lips,
When you sense me coming closer,
Edge I do to you day by day nearer,
Soon I'll be in proximity of your hips,
Onto myself, I'll pull you & we grind,
Memories to treasure we'll create,
Envious will be negative people.
Wish me to be yours,
I will definitely be and,
Long lasting love of ours,
Lasts forever and ever.
Best friends forever we are,
Earned each other we have.
Of an Angel, I had always dreamed,
Unlimited is our potential together,
Right now I feel that I want you near.
My penetrance into your life is deep,
Unto your soul now my love you keep,
Tacit is this time-lapse right now,
Understand what it says and how,
Allow it to mature upon us both,
Love also takes more effort.
Of an angel, I had always dreamed,
Right that I have got in your form,
Games of our romance never end,
Always they seem in continuum,
Steal we will a moment of love,
Moonlight will enlighten it all,
Soon we will swoon and fall.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
"MA, NASA'N Y'ONG MASK?".
nagmamadali na 'kong lumabas.
may bibilhin lang kasi ako sa 7-11.
ba't pa kailangan ng mask?
pati y'ong ano-
ano'ng tawag doon?
AH quarantine pass.
bago pa lumabas ng bahay,
nasermonan ang atat na mokong.
kapiranggot na mga salita ang nag-udyok
upang hindi na hawakan pa ang pinto.
"mag-ingat ka sa sakit pero
mas mag-ingat ka sa mga sundalo
na nakatanod sa checkpoint palabas."
isang taon na ang nakalipas.
'di na natapos ang pandemya.
para pagsabihan ako sa edad kong 'to,
tanggap ko na.
hindi na 'ko takot sa sakit.
ang hindi katanggap-tanggap ay ang maharas
at makulong sa kawalang katarungan.
kung amoy kalawang ang dugo
at 'di sila takot mabahiran,
kalawangin sana yaong mga kamay na bakal
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
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You need me to be around round the clock,
Obviously, you are lovelorn far from me,
Unsatisfied, although, you're definitely not.
Again, I want to look at your beautiful fingers,
Rosy nails of your hands, I will never forget,
Especially the skin on your beautiful hands.
Soft and tender are your thoughts,
Often you bring me to comfy slots.
How you own me is unknown to you,
Ears yours are so gorgeous & beautiful,
Awe-filled are my moments with you,
Violets and peaceful greens I love yours,
Even your tiniest responses are heart-rending,
Not just in the moment but for a lifetime,
Long lost lover from a past birth you are,
You are my eternal lover and my baby.
Caring for you I am now and forever,
Understanding my love you are,
Thanks for accepting my love,
Ethereal you are in my life.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
<3 <3 <3
L-ove of my life
I-s a
S-ong
T-hat plays on in my
E-ars and head, without end
N-othing else is
H-eard...or felt
E-xcept that sound....its fragrant
A-ir...moist with mist...a caress on my face,
R-enewing my strength, with its
T-unes, so sweet.........this song,
I-nsists...it wants me to feel its energy...a
T-ender touch on my
S-kin, that clothes my whole being...like a
V-estment...with warmth reassuring...that of an
A-ngel.....with a haloed collar, bright...to guide, to
L-ight my way...my view...my heart, here on
E-arth...each day..........don't fail me, my love, i am
N-eeding...when you are nowhere...but when we're
T-ogether.....nothing, no one else exists between us...for
I-n the space within your arms...i am home
N-urtured...by your
E-ndless flow of verses....i am cuddled...i am
S-hielded..........in my dreams, you have no
D-eath...and so, i, too, have no death...i am kept
A-live........undying........sustained by
Y-our breaths of love, through your poetry <3
Sally
Copyright February 13, 2018
rrab
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!!!
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
my words have become a
chanting
ceaseless call to my only mate
lost in the underbrush
engulfed by earnest one-track longing
bethere be there beth ere be there
be there
where has my voice gone?
powerless, it seems
to reach your ear without water
or wind between us
yet still I feel our shining bond
tether sweet
intoxicating scent in the crystal air
holding all I know
I want to know
so yes, precious one
last of our leaf and line
love me into this life
let me
I sing out
touch you
such joy
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC