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Neeraj katta Jan 2019
Judai
~~♥~~
Suno jaana
Mujhse kai logo ne pucha hai.
judai kaisi hoti hai.
judai kaisi hoti hai.
Me kehta hu
Zara thehro batata hu.
judai kaisi hoti hai.
judai aisi hoti hai.
bhari mehfil me bhi
kahi tanhai me kho jana.
Kirchi kirchi kanch ke
tukdo sa bikhar jana.
Or un tukdo me ek hi bas
ek hi chehere ka nazar ana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Simatna chah kar bhi
khud se na simat pana.
Har kisi ke samne
muskan chehre par le ana.
Dard saare chupane ki
ek nakaam si be-matlab
koshish kiye jaana.
khud apne aap se us
lamhat me nafrat si ** jana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Mulakato ke naam pe
milna u to kai logo se
har chehre me usi bas Usi chehre ko dhundte jaana.
Naam uska apne
lab pe saja lena.
Us ki kahi koi baat
yaad ane par rote hue thahake mar ke hans dena.
Or hans kar ke ek dam se khamosh ** jaana.
Naam uska le kar gir padna.
kai raato tak aansuo se
takiyo ko bigo dena.
Duao me usi ke liye
haatho ko failana.
khwabo or khayalo me
usi se wasta rakhna.
na mil pane ka ghum
is dil ko satana.
Or fir tut kar bikhar jaana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.  
Jhukaye gardan fir kabro me apni lout aa jaana.
Jise ham ghar bhi kehte hai.
Use Suna sa dekh kar kadmo ka theher jaana.
fir na utha pana.
Ye sab kya hai
judai ki nishani hai.
Na mil pana, satana, or har kadam har moud par tut'te bas tut'te jana.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Jaise andheri si gufao me  talash roshni ki ** jaana.
jaise kisi apne ke haatho se haatho ka bichad jana.
Fir na mil pana.
kisi apne ko jata dekh kar
Dur se aawaze laga kar rokna.
Apne haatho ko jhatak na or diwaro pe patak dena.
Or bas kuch na kar pana.
bhari aankho se use
dur hote dekhte jana.
Palkey tak na jhapkana.
Fir aansuo ka jaise
sailab aa jana.
judai ki aag me
jalna,jhulasna
or zinda reh jana.
judai aisi hoti hai.
Judai aisi hoti hai.
Nk Sairam :)
Eugene Mar 2018
Tag-araw na naman at tuwing sasapit ang buwan ng Marso, Abril at Mayo ay malimit pumunta sa isang hindi pamilyar na lugar ang magkakabarkadang sina Potsi, Tapsi, at Seksi.

Ang pagpunta sa baybayin o beach ay nakagawian na nilang gawin taon-taon. Ito rin ang kani-kanilang paraan upang pansamantalang makalayo sa napaka-abalang lugar sa Kamaynilaan.

"Pots, Sek, saan naman ang destinasyon natin ngayong taon? Malapit na ang holy week. Kaya dapat mayroon na tayong napagkasunduan," tanong ni Tapsi.

Tapsi ang palayaw na binigay sa kaniya ng kaniyang magulang dahil paborito niya ang pagkain ng iba't ibang uri ng tapa na may sinangag. Ang totoo niyang pangalan ay Mateo Paulo Sibucay.

Dahil dalawa lang naman silang lalaki, siya ang may pinakaguwapong mukha maliban na lamang kay Seksi na maganda dahil babae ito. Itinuturing din siyang hunk sa kanilang kompanya sa matikas na pangangatawan nito kahit hindi naman siya pumupunta sa gym.

"Perfect ang Laiya, Taps, Pots! Ano agree kayo?" namumungay ang mga mata ni Seksi nang sagutin nito ang tanong ni Tapsi.

Si Seksi, gaya ng palayaw niya ay kakikitaan naman ito ng kakaibang kaseksihan sa katawan. Malakas man itong lumamon ay hindi naman ito tumataba. Mahilig siya sa mga matatamis at paborito niya ang pagkain ng iba't ibang uri ng keyk. Ang tunay naman niyang pangalan ay Katarina Sek Javellana.

"Basta may mabibilhan ng pagkain kapag nagutom ako, okay na okay sa akin ang lugar, Taps at Sek," sagot naman ni Potsi habang may hawak-hawak na dalawang jolly hotdog sa kaniyang mga kamay.

Kulang na lamang ay mabilaukan ito dahil panay ang lamon nang lamon nito kahit may nginunguya pa sa bunganga. Siya ang mataba sa kanila pero ayaw niyang tinatawag niyang tawaging mataba. Mas gusto niya ang salitang chubby dahil cute daw ito sa pandinig niya. Ang tunay naman niyang pangalan ay Pocholo Travis Sigalado.

"Nakakahiya ka talaga, Potsi. Mabilaukan ka oy!" wika ni Tapsi.

"Heto, tissue o! Sahurin mo ang mga nahuhulog. Sayang din iyang pagkain. Alalahanin mo na maraming mga bata ang nagugutom sa kalsada," sabay abot naman ng tissue ni Seksi kay Potsi.

"Kaya nga sinisimot ko ang pagkain kasi sayang 'di ba?" ngunguso-ngusong sagot ni Potsi habang nagpapatuloy sa pagnguya sa kaniyang kinakain.

"Saan ba ang Laiya, Sek?" ani Tapsi.

"Sa Batangas lang naman siya. Mga isa't kalahati hanggang dalawang oras ang biyahe mula sa Maynila. Set na natin?" nakangiting sagot naman ni Sek habang ang dalawang hinlalaki ay naka-senyas ng aprub.

"Sa Black Saturday tayo pumunta para madami tayong makikitang mga tanawin!" gulat naman ang dalawa sa sinabi ni Potsi at pansamantala pang nagkatitigan sina Sek at Tapsi. Pagkatapos no'n ay nagsipagtawanan sila.

"Agree ako diyan sa Sabado de Gloria. Teka, 'di ba sa susunod na linggo na iyon?" ani Tapsi.

"Okay lang iyon, handa na rin naman tayo palagi e. Kaya walang problema. Sasakyan ko na lang ang gagamitin natin para makatipid tayo sa gasolina," si Potsi na ang sumagot matapos uminom ng mountain dew.

Tumango na lamang ang dalawa dahil alam naman nilang sa kanilang tatlo ay si Potsi ang laging handa. Minsan nga ay si Potsi na ang taya sa kanilang summer outing taon-taon e.

"At kung may problema kayo sa budget, ako na rin ang bahala ha? He-he," tatawa-tawang sabi ni Potsi na ikinatawa na rin naman ng dalawa.

"Maasahan ka talaga, Potsi! Gusto mo order pa kami ng pagkain sa iyo?"

Masayang nagtatawanan ang magbarkada sa Jollibee nang mga oras na iyon dahil sa kaibigan nilang si Potsi. Pare-pareho na rin naman silang may mga trabaho. Kaya wala nang problema sa kanila ang pera.

#TravelFriendsGoals ang motto nilang tatlo. Si Tapsi ay isang Real Estate Broker agent habang si Seksi naman ay isang Fashion Model at si Potsi ay isang Food Blogger. Lahat sila ay iisa ang hilig--ang maglakbay at libutin ang mga natatagong lugar sa Pilipinas.

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Lumipas ang isang linggo, araw ng Sabado ay maagang umalis mula sa Quezon City ang magkakaibigan. Gamit ang sasakyan ni Potsi na Toyota Revo ay bumiyahe na sila. Si Potsi ang nagmamaneho, si Seksi naman ang tumitingin sa mapang dala niya habang si Tapsi ay panay ang kuha ng litrato sa sarili sa likuran ng sasakyan.

"Hindi ka ba nagsasawa sa mukha mo, Taps? Guwapong-guwapo ka sa sarili a!" tanong ni Potsi habang tumitingin-tingin sa rear-view mirror ng sasakyan. Nginitian na lamang siya ni Tapsi.

"Hayaan mo na 'yang broker nating kaibigan. Alam mo namang siya lang ang may magandang mukha sa inyong dalawa. Ha-ha," asar ni Sek kay Potsi.

"Anong guwapo? E kung pumayat ako 'di hamak na mas may hitsura ako kay Taps!" depensa naman ni Potsi.

"Oo na, Pots. Mas guwapo ka naman sa akin ng kalahating paligo lang naman kapag pumayat ka 'di ba? Bakit kasi ayaw mo akong samahan sa gym para makapag-work-out ka na rin at mabawasan ang bilbil mo?" ani Tapsi kay Potsi.

"Gusto mo ibaba kita sa gitna ng kalsada, Taps? At saka, hindi ko na kailangan mag-gym. Food is life. Enjoy life, enjoy goya sabi ng commercial ni Kim Chiu," naiinis na nagpapatwang sagot naman ni Potsi habang nakatuon pa rin ang atensiyon sa kalsada. Lihim na lamang na natawa si Seksi sa dalawang kaibigan.

"Ikaw naman, hindi na mabiro. Alam mo namang love kita e lalo na nang malaman kong love mo abs ko! Ha-ha," pang-aalaska na naman ni Tapsi.

"Mukha mo! Mas marami akong abs sa iyo, tabs nga lang at malalaki pa! Ha-ha," napuno na naman ng tawanan ang loob ng sasakyan. Asaran kung asaran. Iyan ang nakasanayan na nila.

Lumipas ang isang oras na biyahe ay nakatulog na sina Tapsi at Seksi habang si Potsi ay gising na gising ang diwa dahil habang nagmamaneho ay panay ang dukot nito sa baon niyang mga pagkain malapit sa kaniya.

Dumaan pa ang isang oras ay napansin ni Potsi na parang may mali sa direksyong tinatahak nila. Agad niyang kinuha ang mapang dala ni Seksi at tiningnan ito. Dahil hindi niya kabisado ang nakapaloob sa mapa, ginising na lamang niya si Seksi.

"Sek! Sek! SEEKKK!" tulog-mantika ang babae, kaya sumigaw na lamang si Potsi na ikinagulat din ni Tapsi sa back seat.

"Sorry. Naliligaw yata tayo. Tingnan mo ang mapa, Sek," agad namang tiningnan ni Seksi ang mapa at sinipat-sipat ang kinaroroonan nila.

"Ihinto mo nga ang sasakyan muna, Pots," sinunod naman nito si Sek at pansamantalang itinigil ang sasakyan.

"Ano, naliligaw na ba tayo, Sek?" binali-baligtad pa ni Seksi ang mapa para lang siguraduhing tama ang tinatahak nilang lugar patungo sa isang sikat na resort sa Laiya, Batangas. Ngunit, may napansin siyang kakaiba.

"Nasa Laiya na nga tayo, guys pero bakit tila napadpad tayo sa isang gubat na ito?" lahat ay napatingin sa itinuro ni Seksi sa mapa at binasa ang nakasulat doon.

"Satur-Death? Ano iyan? Hindi mo ba nakita ang lugar na iyan diyan sa mapa, Sek?" tila may kung anong kakaibang simoy ng hangin naman ang dumampi sa mga balat ng magkakaibigan ng mga oras na iyon matapos sambitin ang katagang Satur-death.

"Patingin nga? Kinilabutan ako sa pangalan e. Satur-death, tunog saturday o sabado tapos may death? Kamatayan? E 'di ba sabado ngayon? Don't tell me may mangyayaring hindi maganda sa atin?" sabay-sabay na nagkatinginan ang tatlo habang nakatigil ang sasakyan sa gitna ng kalsada na hindi pamilyar na lugar. Tahimik ang lugar na iyon at ni busina, tunog o mga sasakyan ay wala kang maririnig o makikitang napapadaan.  

"Ang mabuti pa, bumalik na lang tayo sa kung saan tayo kanina nanggagaling. Baka mali lang talaga ang napasukan natin. Baka shortcut lang ito, guys," nagtatapang-tapangang wika ni Seksi.

"Ang sabi sa pamahiin, kapag naligaw daw tayo, hubarin natin ang mga damit natin," nagpapatawang wika ni Potsi.

"Anong hubarin? Baka ang ibig **** sabihin, baligtarin!" pagkaklaro ni Tapsi.

"Pareho lang naman silang may 'rin' sa dulo e," dagdag pa ni Potsi. Napailing na lamang sina Tapsi at Seksi at naghubad na lamang upang baligtarin ang kanilang damit.

Matapos baligtarin ang damit ay pinaandar na ni Potsi ang sasakyan. Dahan-dahan na lamang niya itong minamaneho upang makabisado ang kalsadang kanilang tinatahak.

Tatlumpung minuto na ang nakalilipas nang matagpuan nila ang isang karatula sa gilid ng kalasda na nakadikit sa isang puno.

"THIS WAY TO LAIYA!"

Agad na nabuhayan ng loob ang magkakaibigan dahil sa nakitang sign board na nang tingnan nila sa mapa ay nakaukit naman iyon.

"Deretso na lang tayo, Potsi at mararating na natin ang mismong resort sa Laiya," iyan na lamang ang nasabi ni Seksi nang mga oras na iyon.

Nang malampasan nila ang karatula ay bigla na lang naging makulimlim ang kalangitan at biglang bumuhos ang ulan. At hindi nila inasahan ang isang palasong bumutas sa kaliwang gulong ng sinasakyan nilang Toyota Revo.

Gulat na gulat ang mukha ng magkakaibigan nang biglang gumewang-gewang ang sasakyan at nabundol ito sa isang puno. Mabuti na lamang at hindi sila napuruhan. Kaunting galos lamang ang kanilang natamo kaya agad din nilang inayos ang mga sarili.

Nang mga oras na iyon, sa side-mirror ng sasakyan ay may napansin si Seksi na papalapit sa kanilang kinaroroonan. Nang ilang metro na lamang ang layo nito sa kanilang sasakyan ay nakita niyang may hawak itong pana at palaso. Pinakawalan niya ito at tumama kaliwang bahagi ng side-mirror.

"BABA! LABAS! Takbo na tayo! May gustong pumatay sa atin. Labas na!" sa taranta ay isa-isang nagsilabasan sa loob ng sasakyan ang magkakaibigan. Napasubsob pa ang mukha ni Potsi sa damuhan pagkababa nito. Agad na inalalayan siya ni Tapsi upang makatayo habang si Seksi naman ay sumisigaw na.

"Takbo! Takbo na! Bilis!"

Walang lingon-lingon ay agad na silang nagsitakbuhan ngunit hindi pa man sila nakakahakbang ay isang palaso ang tumama sa kaliwang binti ni Potsi dahilan upang mapabitaw ito sa balikat ni Tapsi at natumba.

Napahiyaw sa sakit si Potsi. Gulantang naman ang mukha ni Seksi. Nagmadali siyang balikan ang kaibigan at tinulungang makatayo si Potsi dahil malapit na malapit na ang salarin sa kanila.

"Iwan niyo na ako, Taps, Sek!" kitang-kita na sa mga mata ni Potsi ang panghihinat at takot nang mga oras na iyon. Kahit umuulan ay pansin na pansing naluluha na ang kaibigan.

"Hindi ka namin pwedeng iwan dito, Pots! Sama-sama tayo! Sek, bilis iangat natin si Pots. Isa, dalawa, tatlo!" kahit mabigat ay nagawa pa rin nila itong itayo upang makatakbo at makalayo sa kung sino man ang gustong pumatay sa kanila.

Nang muli na silang hahakbang ay hindi nila napansin ang paglapit ng hindi pamilyar na nilalang at itinarak sa likuran ni Potsi ang matulis na palaso. Agad na lumingon sina Tapsi at Seksi sa salarin nang sumigaw nang malakas si Posti.

Doon ay mulagat silang pareho nang isa na namang palaso sana ang tatama at itatarak kay Sek. Mabuti na lamang ay maagap si Tapsi. Binitawan niya si Potsi at agad na sinugod ang salarin.

Parang torong iniuntog ni Tapsi ang ulo niya sa tiyan nito at pareho silang natumba sa magkabilang direksyon. Nang mga sandaling iyon, habang patuloy sa pagbuhos ang ulan ay naaninag ni Seksi ang mukha ng gustong pumatay sa kanila.

May suot itong maskara sa mukha na ang tanging makikita ay ang mga mata lamang niya. Ang mga balat sa leeg, kamay at paa ay parang bangkay na naagnas. Matatalim din ang mga kuko nito sa mga kamay at paa.

Itinuon ni Sek ang atensiyon sa kaibigang si Potsi na nang mga oras na iyon ay tila nawalan ng malay. Niyugyog-yugyog niya ang kaibigan. Pinakiramdaman niya rin ang pulso nito at pinakinggan ang tibok ng puso. Doon ay napagtanto niyang may pag-asa pa si Potsi.

"Taps! Buhay pa si Potsi!" sigaw niya sa kaibigan.

"Tumakas na kayo, Sek! Ako na ang bahala rito! Alis na!" agad na sinugod si Sek ng kaharap at nahagip ng tulis ng palaso ang kaniyang braso dahilan upang makaramdam siya ng hapdi.

Hinila-hila naman ni Sek si Potsi upang dalhin sa ligtas na lugar. Kahit hindi kaya ng kaniyang mga braso ay pinilit niya pa ring hilahin ito.

Samantala, dinampot ni Tapsi ang palasong nabitawan ng may sa kanibal na nilalang at pinatamaan ito sa pamamagitan ng pagtarak ng palaso. Parang gutom na gutom naman ito dahil naiilagan niya ang bawat pagtarak sa kaniya ng palaso.

Animo ay isang baliw na nakakita ng kaniyang laruan ang kaharap ni Tapsi. Hindi naman nagpatalo ang huli. Nang muling itatarak sa kaniya ang palaso ay napigilan niya ito at sinipa sa gitnang hita ang kaharap. Napahawak naman ito sa kaniyang hinaharap. Hindi na rin sinayang ni Tapsi ang pagkakataon upang makaganti.

Agad niyang kinuha ang palasong nabitawan niya at itinarak iyon sa leeg. Makailang beses niyang hinugot-baon ang palaso at itinarak muli sa iba pang bahagi ng katawan nito. Sa leeg, sa mata, sa butas ng tainga maging sa bunganga at ang panghuli sa puso nito.

Hingal na hingal man si Tapsi ay nagawa pa niyang tanggalin ang nakabalot na maskara sa mukha ng kaniyang kalaban at doon nakita ang inuuod-uod ng mukha. Hindi niya nasikmurang pagmasdan kaya nasuka si Tapsi. Kinalaunan ay pinuntahan na lamang niya si Sek na hindi pa rin nakakalayo sa kakahila sa kaibigang si Potsi.

Punong-puno ng dugo ang mga kamay, mukha at kasuotan ni Tapsi nang makita siya ni Sek. Nahuhugasan lamang iyon sa bawat patak at buhos ng ulan.

"Kailangan na nating makaalis dito, Taps. Kailangan maisugod si Potsi sa ospital!"

"Saan tayo hihingi ng tulong e, nakita mo namang mukhang halimaw ang nakalaban ko, Sek,"

"Si Potsi, Taps. Anong gagawin natin? Marami ng dugo ang nawala sa kaniya,"

"Hindi ko alam pero sana tumila na ang ulan nang makita na natin ang dinadaanan natin para makahingi tayo ng tulong. Tulungan mo na akong buhatin si Potsi. Siguro naman--"

Hindi pa natatapos ni Tapsi ang kaniyang sasabihin nang maramdaman niyang may matulis na bagay ang tumusok sa kaniyang batok na tumagos sa kaniyang lalamunan.

Sigaw naman nang sigaw si Sek at hindi na malaman ang gagawin. Nakita niyang may papalapit naman sa kinaroroonan nila. Kailangan na niyang iwanan ang mga kaibigan at iligtas ang kaniyang sarili para makapagtago.

Sa isang malaking puno sa 'di kalayuan ay doon nagtago si Sek. Tanging mga mata na lamang niya ang nagmamasid sa kung ano ang puwedeng gawin ng mga ito sa kaniyang mga kaibigan.

Katulad ng napatay ni Tapsi ay ganoon din ang mga hitsura ng kani-kanilang balat at mukha. Katulad sila ng mga kanibal na gustong pumatay ng tao. Isang babaeng may mahahabang buhok ang may hawak na tabak ang walang kaabog-abog na tumabas sa leeg ni Tapsi.

Gustuhin mang sumigaw ni Sek ay hindi niya magawa. Tinakpan na lamang niya ang kaniyang bunganga at parang gripong sunod-sunod naman sa pag-agos ang kaniyang mga luha nang makita ang sinapit ng kaibigang sina Tapsi at Potsi.

Gamit ang tabak ay isa-isa naman nilang pinagtataga ang katawan ni Potsi. Pinutulan nila ito ng braso at ibinigay sa isang maliit na batang sabik na sabik na kainin ito habang ang isang may katangkarang lalaki ay panay ang sipsip at dila nito sa ulong-pugot ni Tapsi.

Duwal na duwal na si Sek nang mga oras na iyon at agad na nagsuka. Sa kasamaang palad ay matalas ang pandinig nila at narinig siya ng isang matangkad na lalaki at inamoy-amoy ang paligid upang malaman ang kinaroroonan niya. Pigil-hininga naman si Sek at isiniksik ang sarili sa punong pinagtataguan niya. Takip-takip na rin niyang muli ang kaniyang bibig upang pigilan ang kaniyang paghikbi.

Nakiramdam pa si Sek sa kaniyang paligid kung naroroon pa ang mga halimaw. Tanging ang pintig na lamang ng kaniyang puso ang kaniyang narinig nang mga sandaling iyon kaya naman ay marahan siyang tumingin sa direksyon kung saan naroon ang kaniyang mga kaibigan.

Isang mata pa man lang ang kaniyang nailalabas nang biglang bumulaga sa kaniya ang isang inuuod na mala-demonyo ang mukhang nakangiti sa kaniya at hinawakan siya sa buhok.

Nagpupumiglas si Sek at pilit na tinatanggal ang kamay nito sa buho. Pero isang malakas na suntok sa sikmura ang kaniyang natikman. Agad siyang kinaladkad habang nakahawak pa rin ito sa kaniyang buhok at dinala sa kinaroroonan ng kaniyang mga patay na kaibigan.

Napatakip na lamang sa kaniyang bibig si Sek nang mapagmasdan ang sinapit ng kaniyang mga kaibigan sa kaniyang harapan.

Hawak-hawak pa rin ng lalaki ang kaniyang buhok ay agad na itinutok sa kaniyang leeg ang matulis na tabak. Pigil hininga at lunok-laway na lamang ang nagawa ni Sek nang unti-unting hinihiwa ang balat sa kaniyang leeg hanggang sa maabot ng tabak ang ugat nito. Sabay-saba
Eugene Jun 2016
Kailan mo nasabing malaya ka na kung pati magulang mo ay hinihigpitan ka.

Anong kalayaan mayroon ka ba kung habambuhay ka namang nakatali sa punding bombilya.

Lahat ba kaya **** gawin upang maging malaya ka kung bawat paraang alam mo'y laging pumapalya?

Alam mo ba ang tunay na kahulugan ng Kalayaan kung sa sarili mo'y hindi mo magawang lumaya?

Yelo lang ang malamig at hindi apoy na nagngangalit, kaya bakit hindi mo subukang maging malaya?

Aanhin mo ang kayamanan sa mundo kung watak-watak naman ang pamilyang kinalakihan mo?

Aabutin mo ba ang pangarap mo kahit ilang pana at sibat pa ang tumambad sa iyo?

Nasa iyong mga kamay ang kalayaang minimithi mo at ikaw ang tanging makagagawa lamang nito.
Desirinne Mar 2017
Noong una kitang makita
Ako'y napa tulala't napanganga
Sa kagandahan ng loob mo ako napahanga
Na sabi sa sarili ko'y ikaw na nga

Di malilimutan ang iyong magandang ngiti
Pag ika'y nasa palgid, ako'y di mapakali
Nangininig ang tuhod na para bang naiihi
Nama! Ako sayo's nabighani

Lunkgot sa buhay aking nadarama
Sa tuwing hindi kita nakikita
At kung sa panaginip ay kasama ka
Sana nga, hindi na muling magising pa

Pinapanalangin na sa muling pagkikita
Makasap at makasama ka
Nawa'y wag sanang umatras ang dila
Para'y masabit matatamis na salita

Pinitg ng puso ko'y nag iba
Pana ni kupido saki'y tumama
Paghanga sayo'y di na matakasan pa
Dahil CRUSH KITA, ALAM MO BA!!
ALORA
3-13-17
Eugene Jan 2016
Alam mo ba ang salitang pag-ibig?
Natagpuan mo na ang iyong mangingibig?
Handa ka na bang maging kaibig-ibig,
Sa isang taong tinatangi mo't iniibig?


Nang tamaan ako ng pana ni Kupido,
Nabighani ako sa isang katulad mo.
Bumilis ang tibok nitong abang puso ko,
Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako nagkakaganito.


Sa tuwing ika'y pinagmamasdan,
Lagi akong tulala at hindi maintindihan.
Natataranta sa tuwing ika'y mapapadaan,
Sa aking harapan at ako'y iyong ngingitian.


Pag-ibig na nga itong aking nararamdaman.
Naging magulo ang sistema sa aking katawan.
Parang piyesta sa bayan kung ika'y pagkaguluhan,
At nag-uumapaw na kaligayan kapag ako'y iyong kinindatan.


Ang iyong mga mata'y ay parang bituin sa kalangitan.
Na nagniningning at punong-puno ng kaligayahan.
Ang hugis ng iyong mukha ay parang engkantada sa kagubatan.
Napakaamo at mala-anghel kung ika'y aking tititigan.


Nang ako'y magtapat ng aking tunay na hangarin,
Naisiwalat ko ang sinisigaw nitong aking damdamin,
Hindi ka nagdalawang-isip na ako'y agad na sagutin,
At pinanindigan **** ako ay mahal mo rin.


Mahigit dalawampu't limang taon na ang ating pagsasama.
Biniyayaan tayo ng anim na anak at masusunuring mga bata.
Inaruga at minamahal natin bilang mapagmahal na ama at ina,
Na siyang dahilan na matagal nating buhay mag-asawa.
rashi gupta Jan 2012
manzil humari hume pata nahi
phir bhi chale ja rahe hai,kisi raah pe

ajnabee kaun,kaun humsafar hai
bhulte ja rahe hai is rah pe

akele the akele hai
akele hi chale ja rahe hai is raah pe

kaha kisine kiya humne
manzil mili nahi is raah pe

manzil na sahi, koi thikana to **
jaha ruk kr samye bita sake is raah pe

kathin hai pana is manzil ko mana
par sabbra hi to hum kho rahe hai is raah pe

chale ja rahe hai, chale ja rahe hai
hum is ajnabee si raah pe

dikhai di hume manzil humari
chalte chalte is raah pe

jab pahuche hum us manzil pe
dikhai di ek aur raah is raah pe.........
Hal Loyd Denton Jan 2012
Our Town

This is a reminisce exclusively dealing with childhood so let’s skip about the hood
Were any of you standing in the alley at Rudows Friday night with a raffle trying to win a pony?
I never won but by the picture she shared Donna had a horse to ride thanks to her shutter bugging
We have a photo journal of sorts that preserve our precious memories and I thought Reed handled it
I guess he holds the distinction for Pana news Photography and over the years has done a fine job
Can’t forget George’s how about Mr. murry from murry’s TV skating at Price skating rink I bet every one
Got one of those famous rides home Mr. Price and his wife would have that little truck full almost
Dragging the bottom and I swear it didn’t matter where you lived you had a free ride home. That was
Pana sorry girls will leave you out a moment but Whities pool hall any one for cut throat or a little game
In the back, or watch his son the pool shark clean out a sucker who tried to beat Greg. I could never get
My head around and miss prim and proper school teacher misses white is mother and wife all those
Years if she went there she was dressed like Jackie Onassis dark sunglasses London fog rain coat and
Head scarf remember those I don’t care there are two killer women one in a silk colorful head scarf and
A long haired beauty in a cow boy hat I guess it would look better in jeans. Can’t leave this out on that
Note a long skip out of our town into our country Colorado Springs at a chevron gas station sorry here I
Go boy talking this vision picture Raquel Welch I can’t believe I didn’t miss spell her name I got from
School what was important then add Sophia Loren blue jeans so tight if she gave you change and
Dropped a coin and hit those pants any where dude, do some serious ducking because its ricochet time
That sounds French how appropriate those French think of everything even the speech therapist at
Lincoln school wa la one heart attack at a time please even this flash light I use to type in the dark is
Getting hot back to this vision now finish with a Dolly Parton top without going to a weird extreme then
Long black raven hair and don’t dare ask me what did she sound like who was listening my Cherokee
Eyes probably were clear back past my ears. Then the most gorgeous cooperies skin I want to know how
In the red man’s crap did they lose, First Colorado and then the rest of the war? Well I had my own set
Of problems the girl in the my car would have been a little up tight if I would have hailed her a cab it was
A long way back to Pana and I don’t think this was a liberal section of Colorado Springs where her
Husband over in the gas station would let his wife date. By this time I didn’t look to bad and I started
My life long effort of mastering the use of words but on the inside I was pretty much a dufus I will take
An out the stars were not lined up I couldn’t even figure out some way if only the gas tank would run
Down the gutter you no a never filled tank well two things my jaw was tired of laying on the ground and
Wearing a gas hose and nozzle for a necktie I didn’t think I could pull it off literally sorry after that
Recounting this fool isn’t going back to our town as the hippie mixed with a beatnik would say I’m gone.
President Snow Oct 2016
Naging ganito ako dahil sayo
Dahil nandyan ka para mahalin ang buo kong pagkatao
Tanging kasiyahan ang naramdaman ko
Ikaw na laging sinisigaw ng puso
Laging nandiyan para iparamdam ang kahalagahan ko

Naging ganito ako dahil sayo
Dahil ang lahat sa akin ay iyong iyo
Sa lahat ay lumaban ako
Pagmamahalan natin ay pinaglaban ko
Pag iibigan ay inalagaan ng husto

Naging ganito ako dahil sayo
Dahil sa mga mata mo
Mga mata na iba na ang titig sa mga mata ko
Mga kamay na lumuluwag ang hawak sa mga kamay ko
Mga labi na hindi na ang binabanggit ang pangalan ko

Naging ganito ako dahil sayo
Dahil sa iyong pagsuko
Ganoon ba kahirap na ipag laban ako?
Ganoon ba kadaling saktan ang puso?
Ganoon ba kahirap na pumasok sa iyong mundo?

Naging ganito ako dahil sayo
Winasak ko ang sarili ko
Tulad ng pagwasak mo sa aking puso
Bakit ba ikaw pa ang minahal ko?
Bwisit na kupido, palapak na pana't palaso

Naging ganito ako dahil sayo
Oo, ikaw na walang ginawa kung hindi saktan ako
Ikaw na madaling sumuko
Ikaw na hindi kayang panindigan ang mga pangako
Ikaw na may pag ibig na mabilis maglaho
kingjay Dec 2018
Ang monasteryo ay pugad ng dasal ng maya
Nasa tono ang plawta, umiirog na nota
Ang natatanaw na inakalang bukang-liwayway  ay magandang kasintahan

Harana ng kalawakan, nakakabinging bulong
alulong ng multo na nanahan
Sundin ang pagkabigo
Sapagkat ang harmonya'y bihasa sa pagbibilanggo

Ang kinikimkim na rosas ay lumulubo
Ngunit nakagapos ang mga ugat
Nakapanlulumo man ito'y totoo
Nabubuhay ang bulaklak sa hardin na nakatago

Itigil ang kahibangan ng bahaghari
Pagkatapos ng pag-iyak ng kalangitan puso'y nagdadalamhati
Kahit gaanong tingkad ng kulay sa himpapawid
Malaking imahinasyon lamang ang makisabay sa pana ng anghel

Iwaksi ang pagtitibok
Ang mga konstelasyon ang patunay
Guhit ng relasyon sa hangin ialay
Papalayo, hindi mamamatay
paulit-ulit na mabibigo

Ang samyo ng damuhan ay may kaluwalhatiang hatid
Sa paraiso nakasandal ang mga balikat at pighati
Malayang pag-iisip, paglalakbay ng diwa
Lunas sa damdaming mahapdi
Nexus Aug 2019
Kung isa-isahin ang nakaraan
simula no'ng ika'y aking niligawan
hanggang sa dumating ang kasalan,
maikukwento ko ng walang alinlangan
kung paano tayo nagsimula at nag ibigan.

hindi sa lahat ng panahon
ang mga bagay ay naaayon
sa kung paano natin gusto
at 'di lahat ay agad na natatamo.

Unang kita palang, napaibig na ako
Lalo na sa mga sumunod na pagtatagpo
walang duda pana ni kupido ’y tinamaan ako

sa isang tulad mo
puso ko'y nahulog ng di napagtanto,
sa pakiwari ko’y  pakana nga ito ni kupido.

sa isang tulad mo puso ko'y
nahulog ng di napagtanto,
sa pakiwari ko’y  pakana nga ito ni kupido.

Sa iyong mga mata
Nasisilip ko ang langit pagkat ikaw ang anghel na
sa aki’y pinakamalapit

Palapit ng palapit,
ang titig,  
Sa mapulang labi mo’y
nakakatuksong humalik
at ayaw ng mapapikit,

Akoy nag aasam at humihiling
sa panginoon
at biglang kanyang  dininig

Hindi inaasahan ang iyong pagdating.
Pagod kong puso’y iyong ginising.
Buhay ko'y binigyan ng ningning,
Ikaw lang ang gustong makapiling

Sa iyong mga mata
Nasisilip ko ang langit
pagkat ikaw ang anghel na
sa aki’y pinakamalapit

Palapit ng palapit,
ang titig,  
Sa mapulang labi mo’y
nakakatuksong humalik at ayaw ng mapapikit,

Akoy nag aasam at humihiling sa panginoon
at biglang kanyang  dininig

Hindi inaasahan ang iyong pagdating.
Pagod kong puso’y iyong ginising.
Buhay ko'y binigyan ng ningning,
Ikaw lang ang gustong makapiling.

dumating ka sa mundo
ko’t iyong niyanig
pinukaw ng iyong tinig

“Happiness Happiness Happiness”

Ang tinig na aking narinig
at napatulala at napatitig

Biglang nag usisa sa sarili nagtanong,
Paano ko ba mapapaliwanag
ang  hiwaga nitong pagmamahal na
kung bakit sa puso ko’y kumapit ng kusa

Minsay ako’y nagtataka’t di maka paniwala
linalaro sa panaginip

ang dakilang pagsuyong inayunan ng tadhana’y nag ka sundo

tuluyang hinamon ang matapang na puso
Hindi ka na malulumbay,

kapag nasisilayan ko ang iyong labi,
may taglay na ngiti
Pagod koy napawi,

limot ko na ang ligalig na iyong pinag iigi
kaya wag mag madali
pagkat atin ang sandali

At ng sayo’y napalapit ayaw ng lumayo

andito na ang iyong
Sandalang Balikat
Na hindi madadaan sa gulat

Hawak hawak ang maliliit at malambot **** mga kamay

Habang may ibinubulong
ang boses ****  malumanay

Umalis ng walang plano,
walang dala kundi ang puso.
pero saan nga ba patungo?

Bawat hakbang ng paa,
bawat hininga,
ninanamnam para sa ikasisiya
pero saan nga ba patungo?

Ramdam ang pagod
kinailangan ng tumukod
ngunit hindi susuko.
pero saan ba talaga patungo?

Marami ng nadaanan at natambayan
Pero di naman kaianaman

Hangang sa dumating na sa dulo na
ang puso’t pag ibig ko’y nasa iyo

Dahil di ako sanay na ikaw ay mawalay

Andito na ako

Sa unang pag kakataon
Sa araw ng mga puso  
Sa Ika labing apat na araw ng pebrero sa kalendaryo

Bungkos ng  rosas ay para sa iyo
Sa masayang araw at hanging maaya,

ang sinugong puso’y sumasaiyo
at ito’y magsasabing

Sa tuwa at dusa,
Hirap at ginhawa
Sarap at ligaya

Ang
“Balentayns”
Ko’y ikaw

Walang iba! ! ! ! !
Subukan naman
Shrivastva MK Apr 2018
Palkein bhi ankhiyon se karti hain shikayat,
Aayi hai kaisi kayamat,

Kyu mujh par bin mausam barsaat karti **
Jaanti hu dard bhara hai seene mein par mujhko kyu bhigati **,

Sikhati hai bahut hua paani barsaana,
Dusro ki khushiyon mein apni manzil hai pana,

Dusro ka marham bankar
Hriday mein deep jalakar

Khushiyon ke geet gaana hai,
Apni jhopdi jali ** bhale kisi aur ki nahi ujadne dena hai,

Kasam hai khayi,
Haaregi jaroor burayi,

Aag lagi hai dil mein
Khade hue hain fir se

Log kehte hai paisa hai khushiyon ki chabi
Galat, bilkul galat wo sirf hai jaroori

Paisa khushiyan nahi khareed sakta
Dusro ko khushi dekar is masoom dil ko sukoon milta,

Pochh do kisi ki bheegi palkein
Milengi anekon duaein

Antaraatma bhi hogi paavan
Khush honge bhagwan

Dua hai dil se hamari
Bhale le lo hamari khushiyan saari

Par is dil se kisi ka dil na tute
Warna ruth jayenge khud se,

Hamare ruthe chehre bhi khile gulaab ban jate hai,
Jab kisi ke chehre par hamari wajah se muskan aate hai,

Ab Naa koi dard, Naa kisi gum ka saya hoga,
Hume khush dekh dard bhi akele me muskuraya hoga,

Dusaro ki muskan lana hi hamari khwaish hai,
Na kisi se koi bair, Na kisi se koi numaish hai,

Jo log kisi rote hue ko insaan ko hasate hai,
Wo log khuda ko bhi bahut hi bhate hai,

Khuda unlogo pr kripayen aapar kar dete hain,
Unki jholi sirf khushiyo se bhar dete hain,

Ek sadharan insaan bhagwan budha, Mahaveer tabhi kahlata hai,
Jab kisi ke berang sapno me sunhare rang bhar jata hai,

Hamari apni khushi bhale hi humse ruthi hai,
Ab tou dusro ki khushi hi hamari khushi hai,
Hamari khushi hai.....

Collaboration by Shrivastva MK and Sonia Paruthi
Anong saya ang nadarama
Kapag kasama kita ako'y napapanganga
Halos hindi ka maalis sa isip ko
Iba talaga pag na pana ni kupido.

Sa mata ng iba
Pag-ibig ko'y katangahan
Sagot ko naman basta't ikaw
Ang kasama ko hanggang kamatayan

Sayo ko na kita  ang tunay
Na kahulugan ng pag-ibig
Siguro ng noong unang panahon
Tayo ay nag mamahalan na inulit lang ngayon.

Salamat sa lahat ng pag-mamahal mo
Nawa'y mag tagal tayo hanggang kabilang mundo
Sa huling hininga ko ako'y may tanging hiling
Makita ang mukha **** abot langit ang ningning.
TO MY SPECIAL SOMEONE
Crissel Famorcan Dec 2017
Tagu - taguan, maliwanag ang buwan
Pagbilang Kong Tatlo, wala na akong nararamdaman!
Isa—
ito na Ang huling patak ng aking mga luha
At pangako di na ako muli pang magpapakita
Pagkat mahal, ika'y akin nang pinapalaya
Alam ko naman kasing napaglaruan lang tayo ng tadhana,
Minsan kasi, naglaro si kupido ng kanyang pana
At sumakto Ang araw na yun sa una nating pagkikita
Tinamaan ako,tinamaan ka rin yata?—
Mahal Ang alam ko lang kasi noon, mahal natin Ang isa't isa
At makulay Ang mundo!
Mundong binuo nating dalawa.
Bihira man Ang relasyong katulad ng sa atin,
Pero gagawin ko ang lahat wag ka lang mawala sa akin
Marami mang problema Ang ating pinagdaanan,
At sa kuwento natin marami man tayong nakalaban—
Parang senaryo sa pelikula,
maraming naki-eksena
Pero love story natin 'to at tayo Ang mga bida
Kaya't sa bandang huli,kamay mo pa rin Ang aking hawak
Masaya pa tayo't sabay na humahalakhak
Hanggang sa...
Dalawa—
Dumating siya sa buhay mo
At sa isang iglap,naitsapuwera ako!
Nalunod man ang puso sa selos
Ngunit pilit ko iyong iginapos
Pagkat relasyon nati'y gusto Ko pang maayos
At wag 'tong maputol, wag 'tong matapos.
Pero nakakapagod maghabol sa taong mabilis tumakbo,
Nagmimistula lang akong isang mumunting aso
Naghihintay kung kailan mapapansin
Naghihitay kung Kailan mamahalin
Kaya napilitan akong isuko ka,
Napilitan akong bitiwan ka
Kase una sa lahat—alam Kong sa kanya ka sasaya
Siya na Ang makakapagbigay sa iyo ng ligaya
Ng kilig,Ng mga ngiti at tawa—
Mga Bagay na bihira ko nang mamasdan
At Alam Kong sa kanya mo nalang mararamdaman
Kaya Tatlo—
Paalam.
Salitang di ko sana gustong bitiwan
Pero sadyang kinakailangan
Hindi ko man gusto na ika'y iwanan
Ngunit marahil,ito na Ang ating hangganan.
Pagod na ako mahal sana'y maintindihan
Dahil kung ipipilit ko pa'y pareho lang tayong masasaktan
Mahal kita tandaan mo yan.
Kaya Dito ko na tatapusin Ang ating kuwento,aking sinta
Ang libro ng pag-ibig nati'y akin nang isasara
Masakit man Ang ating naging pagtatapos
Siguradong sa puso ng magbabasa,ito ay tatagos
Tapos na akong magbilang ng numero
At gaya ng ipinangako ko—
Pagsapit ko ng Tatlo,
Ibibigay na kita sa kanya ng buo
Paalam.
Bryant Arinos Jan 2018
Ano nga ba ang pag-ibig?
Nakakain? Naluluwa? Natututunan katulad ng aralin o nababasa katulad ng mga maiikling tula?
Nanggaling ba ito sa mga kwentong banyaga at kwentong matatanda?
Siyensya? napaliwanag na ba niyan?

sa totoo lang di mo yan napag-aaralan,
kusa mo kasi yang mararamdam.
di mo rin yan pwede ipilit,
para kasi yang tao, kusang yang pumipili.

di rin yan nakakain katulad ng paborito **** chicken
o ng paborito **** pansit bihon, miki o canton.
hindi rin mahahalintulad sa mga palabas o mga kwentong wattpad na mababasa mo sa libro.

at para sa iba, sabi, pana raw ni kupido ang dahilan
tinig ng sirena naman ang kwento ng iilan.
di naman dahil raw kasi sa naaakit sila sa panlabas na kaanyuan.
hahahaha kalokohan.

Wala pang nakakapagpaliwanag niyan.
siyensya? pwe, di lahat kaya niyan patunayan
basta para sa akin, isa lang ang alam ko diyan.
Ang pag-ibig ay regalo mula sa langit.

di mo na kailangan pag-aralan,
di mo na kailangan pagexperementuhan
di mo na kailangan ng kahit na anong katibayan.
tandaan mo lang. Regalo yan ng may kapal.

kaya bilang tipikal at praktikal na estudyante, wag kang magmadali,
darating rin sayo ang mga bagay na ganyan
Di mo lang alam, matagal nang nakasulat sa tadhana mo ang kwento na nakalaan sayo.

wag **** pangunahan!

imbis na pairalin ang tibok ng dibdib,
subukan paganahin ang isip.

MANGARAP! MAG-ARAL! MAGPURSIGI!

wag muna maglandi!

pag-aaral ang unahin
para makabawi sa paghihirap ng mga magulang natin.

at huling pasabi para sa lahat ng kabataan
at basta paalala sa lahat ng umiibig,
wag **** hayaang mabihag ka ng kalituhan ng mundo
protektahan mo sarili mo.
yakapin mo ang puso mo.

Regalo ng may kapal,
Pangalagaan mo.
071816 #3:18PM #RobPalawan

Muling mauutal ang puso
Buhat sa naantalang pagtatapat.
Ninais ko noong lisanin ang paghihintay
At magbakasakaling
Panahon na ng pag-ani ng pag-iibigan.

Ni minsan,
Hindi ka nagpadaig sa pana ni Kupido,
pagkat marahil may lamat kanyang gintong palaso.

Patuloy akong magbibilang ng bawat dahong nalalagas,
Aaninag sa araw na siyang minsang pumipiglas,
At sisenyas sa hanging hinahawi ang kawalan --
Kawalang hindi tunay,
Pagkat pag-ibig, aking buhay.

Ilalaan ko sa kalawakan
Ang talatang tila walang saysay,
Makikipagbalagtasan sa pagkitil
Ng mga linyang nahihimbing.

Ako'y saksi sa malawak at malalim
Na mahikang di naglalaho,
Sa eksperimentong walang kemikal
Bagkus puro't siyang natural,
Sa paglalambitin ng mga bombilyang
Hindi papupundi,
At mga tuldok na hindi katapusan.

Yayariin ko ang klima ng pusong hindi kalmado,
Bituin ng pagtatapat ay aangkinin,
Pagkat halaga nito'y
Wagas na pag-ibig.
Hindi ako susuko,
Tatagpiin nang kusa
Ang liham ng sagrado kong pag-irog.
(Pagkat naiisip na naman kita. Marahil baliw ang pag-ibig, pero nasa tamang pag-iisip ang katauhan. Patuloy kitang ipagdarasal, maghintay lang tayo.)
Ashlagh Naighlim Jul 2010
Pe cand noaptea se lasa si nimanui nu-i pasa,
Pe cand ceata-ndeasa si acum far-de-prefata,
Pe cand lumina piere si se lasa cu durere,
Masca eu o pui deoparte si ma definesc aparte.

Caci ma vezi ziua schimbator,pe emotii trecator,mijlocitor
Sad sau merg,vorbesc sau tac,dar sunt tot un...liliac.
Caci doar eu ma inteleg si fluier mut,caut coleg...
Dar de unde sa gasesc,noaptea zbor,ziua zabovesc.

Stau si plang,stele de stele,indurerat,companie-mi tin doar ele.
Luna nu o mai suport,imi strica lumea ce mi-o port...
Indoliat mereu,dar nu se vede,caci doliu-mi tot...cine ma crede?
Nimeni,caci imi scriu doar mie;Sa ma cunosti?!...e Blasfemie.

Hai sa-ncerc sa ma arat...usor,sa nu dau indarat.
Schimbat in singur,deci cu timpu,trecutau anii,schimband grupu,
Cutand mereu fata far-de-zar,siguranta pura,dar e in zadar;
vesnic adaptiv,renuntator,am invatat constant *** e sa mor.

Trecutau anii,evoluand,am luat cu mine tot,furand,culegand.
Tarziu mi-am dat seama *** de izbutesc...In invizibil eu traiesc
Domino eu mesteresc si involuntar,mereu,eu il pornesc;
Toate piesele-mi cad in sac,se evapora...plang si tac
Munca,alinare o secunda,dau masca jos,da sa se-ascunda
Urlu,magai,simt,gandesc si mereu ma pacalesc.

Cautand mereu ambrosie,dar nectaru tot ma chinuie...
Trec prin sange si prin sentiment cu idealu-mi stimulent
Dau de-o ea si dau de mine,dara EA nu da sa vie...

Va ascult *** reprosati,radeti,inghiontiti,bucurosi sau suparati,
Calcati pe voi,calcati pe mine,ignorati si totusi tine...
Gasiti refugiu-n contradictii,fugiti de voi,va luati de dictii
Si astfel tot ma atacati,priviti spre mine indignati...

De ce? eu pur "sange" m-am nascut,fara frica si nu m-a durut
Ati venit,m-ati "educat",fara mila si regret,tot voi m-ati conturat.
Sad in fata voastra-acum,reprosati,ma indemnati pe alt drum.
Ce vina am eu ca v-am ascultat?,fac ce stiu,ce ma-ti invatat.

M-am luptat,m-am ridicat,de unde voi m-ati aruncat,
Si cu aripi noi noute,diferite,...dar dragute...
Am decis sa nu v-ascult,sa fac ce stiu,tot mai mult
Si astfel ne-am departajat,in voi si eu,...TERIFIANT!

V-ati semnat propriu testament,sa va dau iubire vehement,
Va dau tot ce batjocoriti,va dau ce nu vreti pana muriti,
Dar cu timpul s-a schimbat,ati invatat,ati evoluat...
Tot,tot,tot,ce eu am dat,miseilor,ati manipulat...

Am luptat,am incercat,ce simt,pe  voi e insemnat,
Tatuaj fara de voie,nevazut,scris cu lamaie;
Caci il vad,il desclusesc,in oglinda eu privesc
Intorsi pe dos pana la moarte,va citesc ca pe o carte.

Am trecut incet,incet,printre voi,plin de regret...
Sa va iubeasca Dumnezeu,caci in lumea me-as doar eu.
Emotiv,departajat,scriu in stele-ndoliat...
Preamarind singuratatea,cunoscand nici-cand dreptatea!

Greu de inteles,desprins,incalcit parca-n adins.
Zbor acum si scriu departe,bucurand scantei de soapte.
Sad in somn,visez pucioasa,tremur vesnic dupa raza.
Si tipand pe ploaia deasa,ma asez usor,...mi-e greata.
061816 #ElNidoToPPC

Gusto kong magtanong,
"Ba't ayaw **** bumaba?
Ba't wala Kang ginagawa?"
Lumuluha ang Langit,
Pero tila ba pinagmamasdan Mo lamang Siya.

Nawawalan ng kislap ang mga bituin,
Ngunit hindi Mo hinahawi ang mga Ulap
Na pasan ang mga sarili't may pighati ang kalooban.

Ako'y nagyeyelo sa lamig ng pag-ibig,
Hindi maihimbing ang sarili
Pagkat salat sa kumot ang sasakyang bumubulusok.
Nais kong tapalan
Ang pusong nagkulang sa yakap at haplos,
Na parang uhaw sa kapeng mainit
Siyang pantanggal lamig ng kahapon.

Ako'y nanlalamig --
Bagkus puso'y iba ang eksperimento.

Hindi ko maipaabot Sayo ang liham na nakatiklop,
Pero ang ningas ng Iyong kariktan,
Siyang bumubulong sa isipan ng kalinawan.

Trono Mo'y napakataas,
Pero ni minsa'y hindi Ka nagmataas.
Sa paggulong ng sandali,
Ang ulan ay kinitil at ako'y saksi sa'Yong Ilaw.

Panahon, pana-panahon lamang ang ulan
Na siyang susubok sa pusong may laman.
At kung minsang nasubok ko ang Iyong Liwanag,
Ako'y hindi Mo binigo sa *makabagong Silaw.
Hal Loyd Denton Nov 2011
Get Your Hooey On


The ramifications of male testosterone in this particular case concentrated in Kitchel Park Captain
Kitchel never or maybe before he became embroiled in the great civil war he too took a skinny dip in a

Body of local water some place. Impromptu swimming occurs all the time some place well this was
Attributed to the facts of kids who watched Picnic tables for people the next day who can resist the

Allure of cool water just two hundred yards away and a short climb twenty fellas pardon the slang a dark
Pool and I must say a pearl of its time now Shelbyville has slides in the pool brand new pool come on

Pana where is your pride look at these dandy boys they had it not one was ashamed as he dropped his
Pants this wasn’t like in the gym shower or what the ******* was the school check up us guys

Dutifully walk up to the nurse never mind they made us strip naked then reminiscent of grocery
Shopping with an embarrassing twist now with ******* lift your grocery bag I still don’t get it those

Plastic whistles comes to mind with the white ball you blow and it dances about with vigor maybe they were checking

Your blood pressure by the degree of how far down your face got red or maybe it was mass punishment
For any who may have looked at ***** magazines well let us return to fun and chaos all was fun and gay

Not the Frisco way happy unbridled in this case totally free and uninhibited well until now I give Babe
Ruth his due I even made up stories about him out in right field where they stuck me in pony league

Wow the Babe could hit clear over to the road well except this involved his candy bar you know what
Happens in dark waters bare Fannies everywhere and then along comes babe clothed in chocolate well

Jaws comes to mind the Red Sea never parted any faster what attention you would have thought it could
Talk by the way guys were leaning forward trying to get a closer look some brave soul or maybe the guy

Took a bite before releasing this terror and someone could see ether nugget or nuts anyway calm
Waters returned well briefly our look out let one car pass but twenty minutes later the alarm a police car

Just entered on maple we have all seen pirates climb up the sides of ships with bedraggled clothes on
Well hit rewind have the pirates in different degrees of undress according to speed and in born casual

Feelings about ****** there was the stampede now if you like your news in the paper then headline it or
If you like live reporting then my choice would be Soupy Sales or Jerry Lewis as the nutty professor hair

Combined down in eyes pop bottle glasses over pronounced teeth standing at the park gate last
Night there was a strange report of it seems the ozone had developed several cracks at I guess you could

Say at about hip level moving very fast in westerly direction toward the big auditorium if anything else
Was exposed by this phenomena we are not at liberty to say this is family news we already have been

Censored at 714 Jackson for comments made earlier the story takes a darker turn it involves tobacco
And break inns property damage and loss and a beer tossing clown was hurt after steeling beer from the

Pana hotel the son was involved but no other news is available at this moment.
Jor Jan 2015
Ilang taon ko inipon ang lakas ng loob
Para sabihin sa’yo lahat ng nakakulob—
Sa puso kong patay na patay sa’yo.
At ang masakit dun parang wala lang sa’yo.

Masakit ang mga sugat na dulot mo,
Tila libong pana ang tumusok sa puso ko.
Wala ba talaga akong puwang sa buhay mo,
At ganun mo nalang itinaboy ang pag-ibig ko?

Ang hirap tanggapin na may mahal ka na,
At ang sakit isipin ako’y itsapwera na.
Isang tyansa lang ang hinihingi ko,
Bakit pati ‘yon ay ipinagkait mo?

Sabagay, bakit kasi ang kupad-kupad ko?
Kung noon pa sana ako nagsabi,
Eh ‘di sana ngayong gabi ikaw ang katabi.
Ang tanga ko rin naman kasi, sana noon pa ako nag-sabi.
Shivam Porwal Sep 2017
Chalo ! Chalo aaj kuch esa kiya jae,

Apne Sapno ko Haqeeqat se Joda jae,

Ye dono 1 dusre se bilkul alag hai,

par dono hi apni kabiliyat ke liye mashoor hai,

Sapne, Sapne to Aasman hai, Jinki koi seema hi nahi,

Par Haqeeeqat to Aag se Bhare angaare hai, Jin par chal pana itna aasan nahi.

Sapne to woh raah hai, Jo hume kuch karne k liye prerit karti hai,

par haqeeqat, haqeeqat to un sapno ko bhi tod deti hai.

To kya ab haqeeqat ko dekhkr, sapne dekhna chod de,

ya apni khwaisho ke rukh ko hi mod le,

Agar Nahi, To fir chalo haqeeqat ko swikarte hai,

Apne sapno ko haqeeqat banane me jutt jate hai,

Mehnat kar apni kabiliyat ke rang sajate hai,

Apne sapno ko apni Manjil tak lekar jate hai,

Apne khwabo ke pankho ko or feltate hai,

Thoda Haste hai, Thoda hasate hai,

Chalo na !!!

Apni zindagi ko thoda or kamyab banate hai !!!!..

Written By :
SHIVAM PORWAL
This poem describe the relationship between dreams and the reality
I went above the roof of my so-called humble home;
Don't think I'm feeling lonely just because I'm alone;
My older brother is present maybe he is fast asleep;
Even my friends and loved ones have dark secrets they hide and keep;

I don't mind I have done much worst than you can think of;
Honestly, it doesn't bother me, there are many crucial problems we need to solve;
If we keep our eyes closed then yes we can smile, laugh drowning ourselves in ecstasy with bliss;
That is fine with me if everyone can do it, but if we see what is truly happening around us and we have a beating heart, tears in our very eyes would not cease;

If I just want to do what I wanted I would love to be with the girl, the woman who saved me, maybe hopefully I honestly love;
But If horrible war and all the crazy things around the world are still going on, what's the sense of everything I'll do, please enlighten me those who hear me from above, all your blessings I'll grab;

If I'll inspire the younger generation will it work?
I have already made many unacceptable things I'm worst than a ****;
If I do good or bad in the standard of this world could it make everyone happy and smile?
I lived in the City of smiles, but can every people be truly happy in facing life's trials?

All the ugly, disgusting things I've done whatever they are I don't deny it;
Some of it makes me stupid, a good-for-nothing fool any word you're hungry to add, no good all bad,
and at times makes me lose hope and end the very life I have;
but no I'll embrace every experience I have and endure all the aftermath and still fight, I'll never quit;

Honestly, I'm tired of pleasing people, but deep inside I want to please that girl/woman who saved me;
And most of all the one who gave me my life the one who created me;
Other people call the Father I know God or whatever any other name for the source of all creation;
So if it's fine for you, whoever reading this let me call the one who created me, my Father the one I invoke if I need immense inspiration;

Forgive me if the words I use bother anyone of you;
Yes I know, I have trouble using them, if only you have a clue;
If I'll be true in everything I do and say;
Can every ear and heart handle it? If it's the answer to every problem will you follow each step of the way?

If I'll be a righteous pious zealous man with the grace of our Creator in just one snap overnight;
Would anybody follow me and do the same and leave all the wrongdoings which are unpleasing to every sensible rational being's sight?
Yes, I know every human being have their principles, ideologies whatever philosophy in living;
But in life and death situations you can truly see if what you are looking and standing for is worth dying;

Yes, it's easy to say words, sing songs, write poems, or whatever at this time and age;
But you can only know what is true if your very life is at risk and face your life's unpleasing page;
When I was younger I easily get into a rage and make a reckless decisions;
But now I can just act like I'm angry with good intentions;

Yes at times I get ****** when someone, anyone bothers me;
And at times I get so cold everything vanishes in my sight not a single soul worth for me to see;
At times I wish this world could be a paradise once more;
But at times when I get blinded I wish this world would tremble to its very core;

The things I say may appear so vicious and malicious;
Isn't we human beings capable of that, kindly answer that, and don't be pretentious;
In my experience it is true I could do the worst possible thing I can imagine;
I don't care if you list my name in every sin;

But no I still have hope and dreams for the future of our world and every living being staying in this place we are sharing;
Who the hell I am to make a change in this world, I know one thing in the vastness of creation I am nothing;
That is why I have nothing to gain or to lose;  
I could just do nothing and be safe and wait for my story to end or simply die but now I'll be reckless and say things I bottled up, forgive me if that is what I choose;

I say these things because I see and feel what is happening here and around;
Violence is just around the corner great or small even in our very selves it can be found;
I don't say these things to put anyone down or destroy people's hope;
I just say what is true, but we need to face it and hold on to that redemptive rope;

Many of us want solutions to the problems we encounter may they be great or small;
But when the answers to the problems are facing us, some of us run and roll;
Sorry, I'll say a ***** word influenced by a well-known country;
**** it I'll spend all day writing until I'll run out of words even If I will sound crazy;

Honesty I'm not comfortable using this English language;
I love to speak in my mother tongue or just be silent but I need to do what is needed in our time and age;
Writing this, whatever you may call this would not give me anything;
but who knows it can stir something, make bells ring;

The first concern that comes to my mind is the
extreme weather and war;
Let me think about what will I talk about first
cause both things can leave bitter scars;
Many of us are always in a hurry to go somewhere;
We use and ride vehicles or any transportation that pollutes the air just to mention a few and say yes we still care;

Oh! I want to say the ***** word! but can we be true to ourselves and swear to vanish into existence or simply die?
If we including you and me human beings with our endless activities are the cause of extreme weather conditions please to ourselves don't we lie;
Can we give up the things that contribute to the devastation of our planet our home?
Or settle for a half-*** lukewarm solution and wait for the worst then we all tremble to our very bones;

Let me ask, those who have homes or shelter you frankly love to spend your time staying in every day;
What will you do if a pest or anything is destroying it I ask this nicely anyway;
Likewise our common home our planet called earth do we honestly take care?
Or just open our eyes every time there is a calamity happening anywhere;

Then close our eyes once more when it seems peaceful and calm;
Knowing we're slowly gradually contributing to our world's injury, I don't express this to everyone but maybe some;
I don't know maybe I have already done unimaginable damage to our planet;
If so I'll face any consequences but please let us do the things needed to be done before we all fall and regret;

I don't forget I'm just passing by spending some time in this world of ours;
If I ask forgiveness and do nothing to solve the problems, It's better to die or stay behind bars;
Let's not play dumb, we know we human beings are so intelligent;
Isn't human beings invented things that could destroy our world does that sound excellent?

Let us learn and go back to history what occur to that country Japan;
If that emerges once more, I don't know if we could still have some fun;
Wait I'm not done, why do we follow leaders or rulers who lead us to a pit;
I don't know if I have a leader who is like that the hell with him/her I'll quit;

Why don't those leaders fight their war and leave others be;
Imagine you're peaceful and someone bothers you or me;
They want peace and want to talk it out but they are ready to ****;
What on earth is wrong with our heads, we need to check it out is that the first thing we need to heal?

I have heard enough of myself writing in a foreign language;
With all due respect I'll use another for the next page;
Bato bato sa langit ang ma igo please wag tayo always galit;
Pasensyahi lang ko kung kis-a syado ko ka kulit kag bua-ngit kis-a gani ako yagit;

Ang panit ko medyo nang ***-om sang sulay sa adlaw;
Pero ako man kis-a maka yuhom kag ginagmay maka kadlaw;
May ti-on sang una nga ako daw isa ka patay nga ga balang-balang;
Mayu lang damu nag salbar sa akon, kag ako na banhaw kag daw alang-alang na mag talang;

Pero samtang ga ginhawa pa ako hindi ko ka hambal sang tapos;
Ka nugon sang mga tinaga kung indi mapasaburan kag mapabay-an lang nga gaka pan-os;
Sa tuod lang ka tawhay diri sa gina tiniran ko na panimalay;
Simpli lang ang kabuhi ga biya biyahi e-bike ga dul-ong sang pasahero nga ga sakay;

Sinsilyo ginagmay, biskan ang balay gani indi mani akon;
Salamat sa akon amay kag iloy daw ara lng sila gihapon;
Buenas lang ko sa mga grasya na akon na baton;
biskan wala na gani si nanay ga sulod gyapon iya pensyon;

Para sa SSS kung may sala man ko na himo ari lang ko sa balay kung ako inyo dakpon;
Kay kung mag sulod pa gihapon sa atm pwede ko pana ma gamit sa amon galastuson;
Wala ko kabalo kung inyu na gina hungod;
Bangud gatingala man ko ang grasya wala ga untat sulod;

Kay kung sa inyu layi dibala dapat wala na nga grasya ma sulod tani;
Pero kung sigihon ninyu pasulod ay ka tahum kanami;
Pero ka balo man ako damo na may ma batikos kag ma hisa;
Pasensyahi lang ako batunon ko na ang ihambalon ninyu tuod man gina paguwa sang akon dila;

Daw ka bug-at abi kung ang isa ka tawo may gina tago tago;
Amo ina nga tanan ko nga sala bahala kamo mag sintensya kay ako kadali lang mag ako;
Dumduman ko sang gamay pa ako na mana ko kay tatay nakon and iya hapo;
Medyo hubin pa ko kabalo na man ako kung ma patay ako kung diin ako ma kadto;

Sang gina ataki ako sang asthma daw ma bugto ang ginhawa kag daw ma ubos akon pwersa;
Gina hulat ko ang akon nanay nga ga langoy sa lamesa pero okay lang na siya intindihan ko na;
Natun-an ko sa kabuhi hindi man permi permi ara aton mga abyan biskan pamilya;
Amu ina sang amu to nga ti-on nag tawag ako sa kung sin-o man sa akon nag hurma nag tuga;

Kung lantawon ko gani liwat ang na tabo; akon man to sala nga ako gina hapo;
Sa bisyo ko na sigarilyo kag pahubog na inom;
Na ani ko lang mga bagay na akon gin tanom;

Amu ina mga kabataan indi manami kung inyu ma agyan ang akon na agyan;
Kay kadamo nga dalan ang akon na laktan;
May ara man kasanag kag mga matahum;
May tyempo man nga kala-in kag ka dulom;

Pero salamat sa nag patilaw sang kabuhi sa nag tuga sa akon;
Ako ari paman gasulat buhi pa man sa giyapon;
Pero balik ta sa isturya sang tyempo kag klima;
Kag kung anu anu pa ang gaka tabo isa pagid na ang mga giyera;

Sa tuod lang matyag ko ang kabuhi ko daw ako na hampangan na tripan;
Wala ko kabalo kung tungod sa mga gina sulat sulat ko, ahay ewan;
Sang una mag sulat ko kung ano ano daw wala man may ga sapak;
Pero subong ambot hindi lang ko sure daw hindi ko ka giyo kag ka palak;

Wala ko gani ka balo ngaa amu ini ang na agyan ko na direksyon;
Wala man ko ga riklamo biskan anu subong akon ma dangpan na sitwasyon;
pasalamat lang ko ka tilaw man ko mabuhi nga isa ka tawo;
Nga maka dumdum sang mga memorya kag maka paminsar sang mga bagay-bagay sa
sulod sang akon ulo;

Intindihan ko man ang iban mahambal sagi ka sulat wala mana pulos usik lang na tyempo;
Pasensyahi lang ko kay gamay lang akon kalipayan amu lang ini mahatag ko sa inyu;
Labay man lang akon na pamangkot kung ikaw abi gaan chansa kag ti-on;
Himo-on ka isa ka lider, presidente, prime minister; okon hari na may mansyon anu una mo na obrahon?

Sa mga bagay bagay kag gaka tabo sa aton subong nga panahon;
Kung kis-a gaka lipat kita biskan sa kahoy may pulos man na iya mga dahon;
Biskan ano kapa ka gamay kung kita tanan ga binuligay indi ayhan ina matawhay?
Kung ikaw abi isa ka lider okon amay nami-an kabala nga kita mag inaway-away?

Hindi ko ka intindi ngaa ang mga tawo ga pinatyanay;
Kung amu man lang ni ang bwas damlag sang mga kabataan mayu pa mag tulog na ga tulo ang laway;
Katawhay tani galing kung amu sina daw tinamad na man na daw buhi nga patay;
Dibala sang una kita tanan basi gina kugos man lang sang aton nanay okon tatay kag kung kis-a man mga tupad balay;

Ngaa dapat kung ga dako nata dapat gid bala mag dako man aton mga ulo haw?
Pyerdihon man ta gihapon sang baka kag karabaw may dala pa na sungay ka luoy man galing kis-a sa ila kung sila gina ihaw;
Sabagay ga mahal na man mga balaklon pati mga pagkaon;
Medyo maayo mana siguro ang sustansya sang utan para sa aton;

Kis-a maka hambal kita bay-e dira ang mga gaka tabo wala man ta gaka epiktohan;
Te kung ikaw gaan isa ka blessing para maintindihan mo, ibutang ka sa ma-dulom kag pwerti ka teribli na dalan sang kabuhi para ma inat imo nga paminsaron kag balatyagon kag imo ma intindihan;
Gina pangabay ko lang na imo ma sarangan ang mga leksyon sang kabuhi na tani aton tanan ma tun-an;
Buenas lang mga tawo nga permi lang sa masanag kag manami na dalan ang gina agyan, indi man siguro tanan;

Sa kadamo sang kala-inan nga na himo ko Amay nga nag tuga sa akon pasensyahi kag sintensyahi na lang ako;
Kung may butig kag indi matuod sa akon gina sulat subong maayo pa kilatan mo na lang ako;
Ako nga nag sulat sini isa ka tawo na indi perpekto sa mata sang mga tawo;
Ginoo Amay ko nga nag tuga sang akon ulo, mata, paminsaron, corazon kag ini mga kamot gabayi lang ako;

Sa kada tinaga nga ma sulat ko diri subong tani makabulig hilway sa akon kaugalingon kag balatyagon;
Kay mag abot ang ti-on na kina-hanglan ko ini balikan kag basahon may gabay na ako sa akon distinasyon;
Sa isturya na man sa akon kabuhi ang pahina parti sa gugma romantiko kag relasyon;
Sa edad ko subong na traynta-uno sa gugma
romantiko na aspeto daw bata-bata pa ako wala kabalo kung ano akon himo-on;

May ara ako na luyagan sa isa ka malayo na lugar;
Sa pwerte ka luyag ko sa iya kung kis-a wala ko kabalo kung ano obrahon ko daw indi ako mag andar;
Wala ko kabalo kung ako lang na luyag sa iya kag siya wala man ya sa akon;
Biskan gusto ko na buy-an ang luyag na akon gina dala gabalik man ako sa iya giyapon;

Ka ilinit na balatyagon nga daw ga kurog na corazon kag dughan;
Daw mahibi kung kis-a akon nga mga mata nga daw gal-um kag ga tubod na bagyo kag ulan;
Nga-a amu ini kung ma luyag-luyag ko haw kung maayo ang relasyon grabi ma hatag nga inspirasyon;
Kag kung buy-an ko na kag indi pag ibato ang sa sulod sang akon balatyagon daw delubyo ang dala kag distraksyon;

Paano ko ayhan mapa luyag sa akon ang na luyagan ko;
Tudlo-i ninyu man abi ako ga ayo ako sang sinsiro;
Okon buy-an ko na lang kag indi pag i-pilit sa iya ang kaugalingon ko;
Palihog please prangkaha na lang ako kung wala na ako pag-asa sa imo;

Ka balo man ako damo man mas responsabli nga maka palangga sa imo;
Hambali lang ko kung ano obrahon ko kay indi na ako mag sinabad sa imo;
Pero dako na salamat sa ti-on na gin bangon mo ako sa pag ka dasma nga gapa luya;
Biskan ano akon napanghimo na mga sala ara kaman giyapon naga uyat kag wala nag buya;

Pasensyahi lang akon mga tinaga kung ako daw wala sing huya;
Sa bagay kung sa mata sang mga tawo indi man ta bagay kay ikaw prinsesa ako ya kabalan na dukha;
Mabalik na man ako sulat sa ling-gwahi na hapos para sa imo ma intindihan;
Para ini sa babayi binibini sa malayo na lugar na akon na luyagan;

Not all letters at a post office are meant for everyone to read;
Not everyone in this world can make my heart and head gradually bleed;
For the woman who captured my frozen flaming heart;
From far away you are may you read this with your heart this annoying art;

If I bother you before let me do it once more;
I can't wield this feeling deep inside my core;
A woman whose 1st name starts and ends with A;
This part of this letter is for you, I'm expressing today;

Forgive me if I've been reckless and will be in my actions and words, I write and say;
The way I am now and before can you accept me I ask you in a sincere polite way;
I write this not because I'm angry or happy just trying to keep in touch;
You have made me your slave a prisoner you made me crazy in many good ways I can't say
too much;

I have nothing great to offer you to make you truly happy;
I know millions of others can love you more and you can be;
Honestly, it makes me jealous if you'll be in the arms of someone;
But I have no right to do that for in your life maybe I'm just no one;

If it is God's plan for you and me to be apart in heart be far away;
It's not God's fault or yours but mine cause many times both of you I have dismayed and maybe betrayed;
I have played the game called life and I have no cheat code to win it;
I have times I'm on the straight road and at times fall to a pit but still, I never quit;

Even a writer just can edit and at times unnecessary messages he can delete;
And a witty singer can sing passionately so bitter and at times so deliciously sweet;
You made my heart beat truly beat in a romantic sense;
And at times in your presence I feel intensely tense;

We live in a dense world full of amazing people;
But I wonder in love and madness for you I fall;
I understand and know what I need to do or my Father's/Creator's/God's call my duty to do;
But if I pour my life and my heart into you I don't ask you to do the same I don't want to control you;

Forgive me if I'm madly obsessively falling in love with you;
Correct me if I'm wrong honestly this feeling I have for you I have no clue;
All I know now about me and you without you I'm so blue;
I want to please you in every way at times I can no longer be at ease and be true;

Please tell me what I need to do to capture your heart;
Or just even give me a place there to be a part of, just even a tiny part;
If you can make me your friend honestly for me it's enough;
But if you ask my heart what it truly wants for me it will be rough;

I dream of a future for you and me to be a happy family;
But who I am in your life now I don't know I'm lost I can't see;
Just tell me sincerely if in your life I don't have a chance;
If even a small there is I could leap for joy and madly dance;

But I don't want to manipulate or control you I want you to be free;
To say and do what you want and need truly even if it's not me;
Don't worry I can take it gracefully if you reject me I'll move on;
But the blessings you gave me the hope I'll treasure it and never be gone;

Please don't think if my heart will fall into pieces I'll become a monster;
Don't worry about that God is watching me our Creator the one I call Father;
If I accept the good things in life is it not fair to accept also the little trials;
Sometimes it's also good to shed some tears and cry not every time just laugh and smiles;

I'll do everything within my capability to make this world a paradise;
But without the grace of our creator God, our common Father I'm just a foolish man not wise;
So don't worry to reject me I just want us to be free;
If only I own all the things in this world or a castle for you to be;

If that will make you truly happy how I wish I would be a king;
And make every people our family and we could share a meal a home have fun and you can sing;
I know it may sound crazy and impossible but who I am now I'm happy, a life of simplicity is simple;
One thing I remember my mother wrote a note on a book she gave me, it says always be humble;

I'm afraid to be as powerful and rich as the kings;
It's not a joke to have all that and the possibilities it brings;
One thing I know is that everything I have is temporary;
The things I have, my mind my body, talents, and everything within me;

Only by the test of time, we would know;
If we'll be blessed with old age we can still live and grow;
Forgive me if I did not sound so romantic;
At distant seas we are apart I'm not sure the whereabouts maybe the Pacific and Atlantic;

But deep inside my heart I only wish the best for everyone especially you;
If we're not meant to be for each other I'll accept it but please let us be true;
I write this part of the letter for the woman whose name starts and ends with A;
I wish the best for you and in my heart, you already have a place to stay;

I'll just end here for now but I'm not yet done;
I hope I can hear from you even if in your life maybe you want me gone;
I have nothing to offer you to truly genuinely make you happy;
But if you are already truly happy with your life I will be happy too it resonates with me;

Now, this part of the story is for everyone for a human being who has an open heart;
Can we welcome someone anyone maybe a stranger in a time so dark;
Can we replenish what is missing from someone unknown to us what they lack;
Or just ignore an unpleasant stranger in our hearts we put a block, chain it and lock;

If someone needs something to eat just to survive and be alive are we willing to give;
If a homeless hopeless stranger knocks on our door will we accept them where we live;
If someone or anyone truly essentially needs something a matter of life and death that degree of importance;
Will we give or share and sacrifice what we have even if it hurts or put a lock into our hearts and do nothing but glance;

If every open-hearted people in our world who don't want and need war will unite;
And strive extremely to heal not only our heads but also our planet and disobey those who commands us to do violent actions and senseless fight;
Will we give time or a chance a shot for that matter;
Or just go with the flow and do our day-to-day routine to obtain our bread and butter;

Is it possible for all of us just for a day or a week to have a leave like a worldwide collective vacation;
To stop and cease anything which is harming any living creature/being and let the planet breathe, maybe mother earth is already in a state of suffocation;
Or can we just sit somewhere and be still whatever you may call it prayer or meditation;
I don't know I'm just giving an idea but maybe anyone there somewhere has a better answer for an open-hearted being who is willing in listening and doing the solutions;

We can be open-hearted to listen and do what is truly needed;
I'm no genius I need everyone willing to share their solutions and answers, for now, we are alive but what can we do if we're already dead?
I've become who I am because of my relationship with our creator God or our common Father;
But before I encounter our Creator I knew him through someone in some stories or letters;

I don't know for everyone but in my life experience it was the man called Jesus Christ;
Who let me have a glimpse of the source of all creation which is unexplainably nice;
I do some methods or ways trying hard to follow that man's footsteps and maybe accidentally;
  I have tasted and touched the one called infinite;
If I'll put into words what I've experienced it will be indefinite;

Everything pleasingly beautiful that I have made I can't make any of it just by using my wit;
But for the wrong ways and decisions, I have chosen it was my own will I will not deny it or disown it;
I don't know and will not assume anything about anyone practicing being still;
But one thing I know is we are all created by the same unfathomable Being for me that is real;

In this lifetime of mine I have experienced indescribable things I need not say;
But I thank you our common Father the Creator of all for the chance to live even this very moment and all the nights and days;
By the way, I know people are confused and fight because of what they believe or their religion;
If a person has a sincere conviction on what they know or believe they will have a clear vision;

So if it's the end times we are living in now will it change the way we are because of fear;
And if it is not will we just do anything that pleases us even if we hurt and harm others who are dear;
I won't stop anyone to be fearless but please can we human beings be harmless;
I have no right to say this I know in my life I have hurt and harmed someone I'm that careless;

If only we could open our hearts and not give them a lock;
And fill which have empty and shower them with what they lack;
May it be physically, emotionally, spiritually, or psychologically on any aspect of a human being;
I know things seem so hard but if we have an open mind and heart dark skies and times will be brightly shining;

I know whomever we believe or know the one who Created us all will not abandon us;
For the gifts, we have like talents, knowledge, wisdom, and many more given by our Creator I still have faith in humanity and especially in our common Father God I trust;
I always remind myself in the vastness of creation I'm just a speck of dust;
Even that man of steel in a children's story has a weakness like steel eaten by rust;

So if it's a must to open and stretch our minds and hearts then put away those locks;
For the time is ticking for all of us we better spend it wisely and set our clocks;
Set aside or sacrifice anything that blocks us to reach a common goal;
Then if possible we all communicate, and cooperate for the common good of all;

I wish and dream we can all have an open mind and heart to lift one another;
This is a wish coming from an ordinary child-man who already lost his biological father and mother;
Will it be beautiful before we end our life's stories this world will be so much better;
And the next generation will no longer need to read this lengthy letter;
1.
Noong unang panahon, dumalaw ang isang diyosa
Sa bagong kapapanganak na ina
Na ang bagong silang na sanggol ay biniyayaan
Ng mga bertud na may kapangyarihan
(Once upon a time, a goddess visited
A mother who has just yielded
A newborn infant who was blessed
With amulets wherein powers are wielded)

2.
Ang ina ay nagsumamo sa diyosa
Na biyayaan ng mahabang buhay ang anak niya
(The mother to the goddess implored
For a long life to the child she labored)

3.
Hindi sumagot ang diyosa
Pero ikinwintas niya ang agimat sa bata
(The goddess did not answer
But a necklace to the child she did wear)

4.
Sa kwintas nakasabit ay tatlong bato
May taglay na kapangyarihan ang mga ito
(The stones are the necklace’s pendants
A power in them enchants)

5.
Ang isa ay nagbibigay-lakas, sa pangalawa ay bilis naman
At sa pangatlo’y proteksiyon sa kapahamakan
(The one grants strength, speed is by the second charm
By the third protection from harm)

6.
Ang nasabing sanggol si Biuag ang ngalan
Siya ay tubong Enrile, Cagayan
(The said baby is Biuag by name
Enrile, Cagayan is from where he came)

7.
Kaya niyang bunutin ang isang puno
Na kaydali para lang siyang nagdadamo
(He can uproot a tree
Just like weeding so easily)

8.
Kaya rin niyang lumangoy nang matulin
Maging mga buwaya’y ‘di siya kayang habulin
(He can swim so fast
Even crocodiles through him can’t get pass)

9.
Nahulog narin siya sa lugar na mataas
Subalit walang natamong anumang gasgas
(He even fell from a high place
But didn’t obtain any bruises)

10.
Dahil sa mga kapangyarihang ipinamalas niya
Mga tao’y dinayo siya at sinamba
(Because of powers by his showmanship
To him people came and worship)

11.
Sa kabila ng lahat, malungkot si Biuag
Dahil ‘di niya makuha ang napupusuang dilag
(Despite of all, Biuag is desolate
Because the dear maiden he can’t get)

12.
Ang nasabing babae sa Tuao ay katutubo
Hindi tanyag ang nilalang na ito
(That lady in Tuao is indigenous
This creature is not famous)

13.
Noon din ay may binatang katulad ni Biuag
Malakas, makapangyarihan, hindi duwag
(At the same time like Biuag was a man popular
Strong, powerful, not coward)

14.
Malana ang tawag sa kanya
Taga-Malaueg, Rizal ang magiting na binata
(Malana is he being called
From Malaueg, Rizal is this bachelor bold)

15.
Noong labing-walong taong gulang siya
Nilangoy niya ang ilog na maraming buwaya
(Eighteen years old when he was
Swam he the river with lots of crocodiles)

16.
Ito ay upang kumuha ng pagkain
Mula sa malayong lupain
(This is in order to get fodder
From a land that’s farther)

17.
Para sa mga nasalantang tao
Ng nagdaang bagyo
(For the people devastated
By a typhoon that thrusted)

18.
Nang makauwi si Malana
May nakita siyang isang pana
(When Malana returned home
Saw he a bow and arrow)

19.
At nang kanya itong ipukol sa hangin
Sa kanya ang bala’y bumalik din
(And when on air it was thrown
To him the arrow returned)

20.
‘Di naglaon kanyang nabatid
Na ang sandata’y may kapangyarihang hatid
(Soon it came to his awareness
That the weapon a power possesses)

21.
Siya rin ang iniirog ng dilag
Na kinahuhumalingan ni Biuag
(It is him also liked by the maiden
To who Biuag has fallen)

22.
At nang matuklasan ni Biuag na si Malana ang napupusuan
Hinamon niya ang karibal sa isang labanan
(And when Biuag learned that Malana is the beloved
To a fight his rival he challenged)

23.
Nagimbal ang buong bayan
Sa katakut-takot na labanan
(The whole nation felt horrible
Upon the terrifying battle)

24.
Higanteng buwaya ginamit ni Biuag
Babaeng gusto pinagsabihan siyang duwag
(Giant crocodile Biuag utilized
Coward is he said the lady he liked)

25.
Dahil doon, si Biuag ay napahiya
Sa huli, kanyang nilunod ang sarili niya.
(Because of that, Biuag was embarrassed
Drowned he himself at the very last).

-08/17-18/2013
(Dumarao)
*for Epic Day 2013
My Poem No. 222
15 Ang dalagang si Pina
Maliksi’t abenturosa

16 Mahilig magtungo
Sa bundok pinakaulo

17 Tanging pana ang tangan
Mga palaso kasamahan

18 Sa ibon iduduro
Makabasag-bungo

19 Dali-daling sasaluhin
Ang ibong kukunin

20 Kaytibay na goma
Nakakapit sa narra

21 Ang pana ni Pina ay iyon
Dala niya saanman pumaroon.

-07/08/2012
*Gintong Lupa Series
My Poem No. 159
Hal Loyd Denton Jan 2012
Big Four Railroad
In the past a little one had an interest in this story and one of the racers and the longest freight train
The race team was in the living room and their story was being read from the paper mother clueless
We laughed and snickered about our secret that old engineer was proud of us we were not vain
Down the hill we sped past Bino’s station across Jackson the B&O; he was high balling we had to pour it
On between the two tracks he was closing the gap he had nothing to lose but his pride for us it was
Curtains the long black limo a one way ride we streaked the line fifteen feet to spare we just stopped
And turned what a salutation from the engineer half hanging out the widow of that great engine his
Balled fist a shaking you sons with the deafening roar of that train so close we didn’t get to hear the rest
And the train carried him on down the track so Jerry and Larry and the other guy continued on to the
Swimming pool pleased with our speed we forgot about it until on the front of the paper in the bottom
corner it read three Pana youths out run train I guess the old engineer cooled off as he sailed on down
The track we didn’t know he talked to the tower as he passed so we didn’t get first prize or a blue
Ribbon but in a small way we entered into the great and wonderful tales of train lore along with Jessie
and Frank I told you when in trouble I had three actions fight talk or run that day the running won the
Day for these three amigos this memory was triggered by that same old paper this time it was talking
About the Amtrak detour I remember those passengers all those years ago setting there in their seats
flying through our town and the hook and the mail sack from the tower where that old bakery could be
smelled all night all the way out at the park as we watched tables for old F.S. Refinery I’m glad we didn’t
race a passenger train or this would be a hamburger story enjoy G.H.
Hal Loyd Denton Dec 2012
The ramifications of male testosterone in this particular case concentrated in Kitchel Park Captain
Kitchel never or maybe before he became embroiled in the great civil war he too took a skinny dip in a
Body of local water some place. Impromptu swimming occurs all the time some place well this was
Attributed to the facts of kids who watched Picnic tables for people the next day who can resist the
Allure of cool water just two hundred yards away and a short climb twenty fellas pardon the slang a dark
Pool and I must say a pearl of its time now Shelbyville has slides in the pool brand new pool come on
Pana where is your pride look at these dandy boys they had it not one was ashamed as he dropped his
Pants this wasn’t like in the gym shower or what the ******* was the school check up us guys
Dutifully walk up to the nurse never mind they made us strip naked then reminiscent of grocery
Shopping with an embarrassing twist now with ******* lift your grocery bag I still don’t get it those
Plastic whistles comes to mind with the white ball you blow and it dances about with vigor maybe they were checking
Your blood pressure by the degree of how far down your face got red or maybe it was mass punishment
For any who may have looked at ***** magazines well let us return to fun and chaos all was fun and gay
Not the Frisco way happy unbridled in this case totally free and uninhibited well until now I give Babe
Ruth his due I even made up stories about him out in right field where they stuck me in pony league
Wow the Babe could hit clear over to the road well except this involved his candy bar you know what
Happens in dark waters bare Fannies everywhere and then along comes babe clothed in chocolate well
Jaws comes to mind the Red Sea never parted any faster what attention you would have thought it could
Talk by the way guys were leaning forward trying to get a closer look some brave soul or maybe the guy
Took a bite before releasing this terror and someone could see ether nugget or nuts anyway calm
Waters returned well briefly our look out let one car pass but twenty minutes later the alarm a police car
Just entered on maple we have all seen pirates climb up the sides of ships with bedraggled clothes on
Well hit rewind have the pirates in different degrees of undress according to speed and in born casual
Feelings about ****** there was the stampede now if you like your news in the paper then headline it or
If you like live reporting then my choice would be Soupy Sales or Jerry Lewis as the nutty professor hair
Combined down in eyes pop bottle glasses over pronounced teeth standing at the park gate last
Night there was a strange report of it seems the ozone had developed several cracks at I guess you could
Say at about hip level moving very fast in westerly direction toward the big auditorium if anything else
Was exposed by this phenomena we are not at liberty to say this is family news we already have been
Censored at 714 Jackson for comments made earlier the story takes a darker turn it involves tobacco
And break inns property damage and loss and a beer tossing clown was hurt after steeling beer from the
Pana hotel the son was involved but no other news is available at this moment.
Walang silbi ang milya-milyang  layo
Ng ating destinasyon
Kung ating pag-ibig ay sing tigas ng
Batong marmol
Wala akong pakialam kong ako'y
Kanilang usigin
Tanging tibok ng puso ko ang
Aking diringgin.

Harangan man ng sibat at pana
Ang aking daraanan
Wala itong laban sapagkat
Pagmamahal ko sayo'y
Nagsisilbing kalasag na pang laban
Mahal na mahal kita ito'y iyong
Pakatandaan.

Hindi man tayo magkapilng ngayon
Sana'y lagi **** tatandaan
Nagkatao lang natin ang
Magkalayo
Ngunit hindi ang ating mga
......PUSO.....
LOVE IS NOT ABOUT HOW FAR YOU ARE...
Crissel Famorcan Mar 2018
Isang taon ang muling lumipas,
Di ko na namamalayan ang pagtakbo ng oras,
Mahal,bagong taon na!
Nais ko lamang itanong—may pag-asa na kaya?
Ilang taon na rin akong nag-aantay ng sagot
Yung puso mo,ilang taon ko nang inaabot—
Ngunit hanggang ngayon,nanatiling mailap
Kelan ba babalik sa dati ang lahat?
Isa lang naman ang hiling ng pusong nalulumbay
Makasama kita habang buhay!
Tanda ko pa kung gaano tayo noon kalapit sa isa't-isa
Pero nagbago ang lahat ng mahulog ako sayo sinta,
Hindi ko sinasadyang mahalin ka—
Yan ang tangi kong nasambit
Ngunit di mo pinakinggan kahit na aking ipinilit,
Lumayo ka't iniwan akong nag-iisa
Sa gitna ng kawalan,iniwan **** nagdurusa
Kelan ka babalik?Hindi ko na kaya!
Pagkat sa bawat araw na magdaraan
Lumalalim ang pag-ibig na nararamdaman
Kahit na aking pigilan—
Mahal,Hindi ko matiis na wala ka!
Kahit na ba nasanay na sa pag-iisa
Ikaw pa rin ang hanap sa tuwina..

Isang taon akong nagtago ng nararamdaman
Ngunit tila habang buhay ang epekto ng iyong nalaman!
Ang nais ko lang naman,makapiling ka
Kahit na alam kong may mahal kang iba—
Oo,ako na yung Tng!
Masisisi mo ba ako?
Masama bang mahalin ang isang tulad mo?
Siguro nga tayo yung matatawag na "pinagtagpo ngunit di itinadhana"
Kaya siguro din,dapat na akong magpalaya,
Alam kong sa iba ka nakatadahana
Nagkamali lang si kupido sa pag-asinta ng kanyang pana
Kaya mahal, ang tanging hiling ko bago tuluyang umalis,
Maari bang ibalik yung "dating tayo"?
Bilang " magkaibigan!"— ano ano na namang iniisip mo!
Susubukan kong pigilan ang pusong makulit
At patawad mahal,sana'y di ka na galit... :)
Hal Loyd Denton Jan 2012
The Unknown Desert
This area has some secrets some are unaware of here is a list first material items black sand apples that contained milk and the same grasses that grows along the coastal highway in California and sea gulls and chipmunks just like those found across the Golden Gate in San Francisco in The great conservationist John Muir’s stand of Redwoods. Then a black desert a jungle a secret pass a tunnel under the railroad right next to the place where it snowed all year round and Miss America undiscovered though.

We will start in order with the black sand this was the purist black crystal regular sand not so much
Ocean beach sand has a lot of powder content this you could scoop up hands full let it do that small
Wonder usually reserved for hour glasses gently cascade out soothing as it escapes whatever had it
Bound not being involved with the Spring Side mine in a professional sense I can only guess but like the
Mighty mountain of slack that stood as a giant discard pile to the mine operation this sand now it comes
To mind it had to be a pulverized cast off type of coal dust. They had a show one time that delved into
The byproducts of coal defiantly not as tasty or wonderus as the finds produced by George Washington Carver
From what he referred to as the lowly Peanut this will lead us into the Black Desert mentioned this was
The far end of the Spring Side mine to the east along the rail road right of way Why an artist never
Painted this I guess as spoken it was unknown Donna even missed it with her camera but it truly was a
Miniature desert with the same vistas but all contained within a quarter mile the long open stretch
Comparable to a large pond bordered at the edges by dunes with these grasses found along the coast I
wonder did someone while traveling harvest some then bring them and transplant them whatever they
Thrived and had the same pleasant effect not only on the eye but the soul it was always filled with the
Quietest hush our smallest land of enchantment Georgia O Keefe would have found it matched the
Dream shapes of New Mexico only thing missing were the flowers and sculls everything else was right
Here in your very own back yard it also was a bird sanctuary and the chipmunks still scurry about on this
Now lost dream land gone just like the native tribes the I lone the Sack, Pawnee, Potawatomie’s and the
Greatest tribe the Kickapoo bet you didn’t know this used to be Black Hawk hunting ground.
The milk apples not too big of a thrill unless your six and you look across the small pasture just out in
Front of homer’s Barn was their house Miss America undiscovered lived there I know beauty she didn’t
Walk around and she wasn’t at black desert but she shimmered just like a desert princess she could have
Been covered in coal dust it wouldn’t have mattered it would have looked liked gold dust if she had an
Native American name it would have been trance maker when she came outside the rest of the world
Stopped all activity except the part of paying her homage she was so humble she killed me if they had
Those portable oxen units back then I most likely would have been dragging one around in one of those
famous little red wagons she left me breathless then like a great devastating storm the news crossed the
Yard and ally she was getting married well what should you do probably not this but this is for everyone
Who has loved a living dream then fate oh blackest fate thy name was Richard comes and steals the
Most precious living one away I just went to say goodbye outside her bedroom window that wasn’t
What the girls that were to make up her wedding party heard a mix between a Irish Banshee and a small
Calf tangled in barb wire in a terrible storm would come close as you can expect someone finally said
What is that the answer the little neighbor boy did she close the window no she sealed my feelings for ever by her action of mercy, I don’t care I passed into the far
Reaches of agonies domain but I looked up from the ground where I was laying soaked in tears there she
Was kneeling beside me these fifty six years I have never laid down this torch that almost consumed
Me that night new tears now join those of long ago she touched my convulsing body and spoke I think
From that carving so deep in my heart when death to innocence was complete the poet in me was born
She even has spoken where does the depth come from don’t you know you looked into the cavernous
Abyss that lost love created I spoke of her in three lost loves and endless rails I told her someday I will
Make her famous I’m still working on that promise the apple with milk was an old green knobby hedge
Apple good descriptor for my heart after leaving her presence that night her earthly name is Eileen I call
Her summer’s night angel.

The pass was the space between the sugar creek creamery and Longwells Pana hotel sorry it was cool to
Cut through there and we lost another young prince when Pat Longwell died he was one of the first to
Color his hair he had the air of a beet nick he just didn’t do the lingo you instantly loved him he was a
True friend he owned the name cool the snow that snowed all year wasn’t cool but it snowed those
White feathers all the way to Wadley’s chicken processing at the end of commercial alley past the
Monument company how apropos for all the chicks that said there final Farwell the tunnel was there too
Under the railroad you walked down through it on stones that kept you out of the small amount of water
That trickled through go in and then pop out on the other side or get the thrill of the train rumbling over
Head. Thats your trip through this unknown hope you enjoyed the trip my only wish is that I could type faster.
Hal Loyd Denton Oct 2012
This area has some secrets some are unaware of here is a list first material items black sand apples that contained milk and the same grasses that grows along the coastal highway in California and sea gulls and chipmunks just like those found across the Golden Gate in San Francisco in The great conservationist John Muir’s stand of Redwoods. Then a black desert a jungle a secret pass a tunnel under the railroad right next to the place where it snowed all year round and Miss America undiscovered though.

We will start in order with the black sand this was the purist black crystal regular sand not so much
Ocean beach sand has a lot of powder content this you could scoop up hands full let it do that small
Wonder usually reserved for hour glasses gently cascade out soothing as it escapes whatever had it
Bound not being involved with the Spring Side mine in a professional sense I can only guess but like the
Mighty mountain of slack that stood as a giant discard pile to the mine operation this sand now it comes
To mind it had to be a pulverized cast off type of coal dust. They had a show one time that delved into
The byproducts of coal defiantly not as tasty or wonderus as the finds produced by George Washington Carver
From what he referred to as the lowly Peanut this will lead us into the Black Desert mentioned this was
The far end of the Spring Side mine to the east along the rail road right of way Why an artist never
Painted this I guess as spoken it was unknown Donna even missed it with her camera but it truly was a
Miniature desert with the same vistas but all contained within a quarter mile the long open stretch
Comparable to a large pond bordered at the edges by dunes with these grasses found along the coast I
wonder did someone while traveling harvest some then bring them and transplant them whatever they
Thrived and had the same pleasant effect not only on the eye but the soul it was always filled with the
Quietest hush our smallest land of enchantment Georgia O Keefe would have found it matched the
Dream shapes of New Mexico only thing missing were the flowers and sculls everything else was right
Here in your very own back yard it also was a bird sanctuary and the chipmunks still scurry about on this
Now lost dream land gone just like the native tribes the I lone the Sack, Pawnee, Potawatomie’s and the
Greatest tribe the Kickapoo bet you didn’t know this used to be Black Hawk hunting ground.
The milk apples not too big of a thrill unless your six and you look across the small pasture just out in
Front of homer’s Barn was their house Miss America undiscovered lived there I know beauty she didn’t
Walk around and she wasn’t at black desert but she shimmered just like a desert princess she could have
Been covered in coal dust it wouldn’t have mattered it would have looked liked gold dust if she had an
Native American name it would have been trance maker when she came outside the rest of the world
Stopped all activity except the part of paying her homage she was so humble she killed me if they had
Those portable oxen units back then I most likely would have been dragging one around in one of those
famous little red wagons she left me breathless then like a great devastating storm the news crossed the
Yard and ally she was getting married well what should you do probably not this but this is for everyone
Who has loved a living dream then fate oh blackest fate thy name was Richard comes and steals the
Most precious living one away I just went to say goodbye outside her bedroom window that wasn’t
What the girls that were to make up her wedding party heard a mix between a Irish Banshee and a small
Calf tangled in barb wire in a terrible storm would come close as you can expect someone finally said
What is that the answer the little neighbor boy did she close the window no she sealed my feelings for ever by her action of mercy, I don’t care I passed into the far
Reaches of agonies domain but I looked up from the ground where I was laying soaked in tears there she
Was kneeling beside me these fifty six years I have never laid down this torch that almost consumed
Me that night new tears now join those of long ago she touched my convulsing body and spoke I think
From that carving so deep in my heart when death to innocence was complete the poet in me was born
She even has spoken where does the depth come from don’t you know you looked into the cavernous
Abyss that lost love created I spoke of her in three lost loves and endless rails I told her someday I will
Make her famous I’m still working on that promise the apple with milk was an old green knobby hedge
Apple good descriptor for my heart after leaving her presence that night her earthly name is Eileen I call
Her summer’s night angel.

The pass was the space between the sugar creek creamery and Longwells Pana hotel sorry it was cool to
Cut through there and we lost another young prince when Pat Longwell died he was one of the first to
Color his hair he had the air of a beet nick he just didn’t do the lingo you instantly loved him he was a
True friend he owned the name cool the snow that snowed all year wasn’t cool but it snowed those
White feathers all the way to Wadley’s chicken processing at the end of commercial alley past the
Monument company how apropos for all the chicks that said there final Farwell the tunnel was there too
Under the railroad you walked down through it on stones that kept you out of the small amount of water
That trickled through go in and then pop out on the other side or get the thrill of the train rumbling over
Head. Thats your trip through this unknown hope you enjoyed the trip my only wish is that I could type faster.
Hal Loyd Denton Nov 2011
Happy Trails

The trail with Roy is a long and winding one for the family I was in we were the ones who chased the
Television viewing from friends and family’s house one night Lucy who made your jaw hurt from
Laughing so hard then Saturday night lineup at grandma Denton’s but it was best on Saturday afternoon
When we went to Tower Hill on the egg run the last house in the neighborhood on the south side they
Had the corner house and out the back door you would go right into the field. The way the magic started
Run in set down in the floor the old gentlemen would put it on the right channel and
Then there he would be shooting riding the golden palomino as he rode it was a high point every time I used
to Fantasize That he and Dale would come through Pana in their big blue Cadillac especially after it raced through the Prayer room at our United Pentecostal church that Roy and Dale received the Holy Ghost later is was a
Thrill when Colonel Harland Sanders followed in Roy and Dales steps for Roy it was all of his sheet music
Showed up at our church for the Colonel it was Kentucky Fried chicken buckets at general conference for
Offering collection plates. He wouldn’t come to me so I went to him Tower Hill to Apple Valley took
some years I was on my way to Palm Springs that lies about a hundred and some miles further out in the
Desert first I was doing what I have always loved and it was more thrilling to be going to his house I was
Cutting across the high desert in a brand new car I was breaking it in I ran in excess of a hundred miles
An hour for over an hour just me the desert and the Joshua trees they held their arms skyward as their
Name sake held his arms skyward to Jehovah in bible times while I smoked a streak across that beautiful
Stark landscape I stayed first at Victorville about four miles from Apple Valley where back then Roy had
His museum his house on Tomahawk Lane and the museum were both built by his son Dusty’s
Construction Company the house is round and the stone fence contained wagon wheels with RR as a
Brand inlaid in metal it was kind of funny at the motel I watched Gene and Pat Butrum movies while
They introduced them form a studio made at his museum in LA as the desert wind howled throughout the night I never caught Roy
At the museum on his frequent visits but I did meet Dale at her house and talked to her briefly half a
Dream fulfilled I got a special answer to the other after returning home I sent my writing to Roy it was
The early stuff not the fifty pieces I’ve written here but it included lost friend Disgrace Imposter life force
And about thirty total he and Dale and the Sons of the pioneers were making an appearance at
Marriott’s Great America I stood back off at the side but Dale spoke to Roy he focused on me and held
My gaze for a long time he showed me to him I had value my writing has effected others they stare long
And hard trying to get it and understand some say it’s too deep and hard to understand not if you
Approach it thoughtfully if you want shallow meaningless quick reading you will have to look else where
Trails end we were at the Hilton Suites at Disneyland it was our anniversary I opened the door to get the
Complimentary paper there was Roy rearing on trigger he traded the golden palomino for streets of gold as Iva and Others I’m looking forward to that great waking up morning.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2016
it's not exactly Walt Whitman's o captain my captain in reference to Abraham Lincoln.

to społeczeństwo jest gnój...
to społeczeństwo jest... *szambo
,
daj mi kandydata na prezydenta
z koła Navajo! dawaj kurwa!
bo tego nigra nie zdołam przetrawić
w ramach jego Nobla!
pierdolona kukła białasów!
o tak panie prezydencie, no tak
panie prezydencie... dziecko chcem
wysłać na Harvard... może pan pomoże
z wojęnką na bliskim wschodzie?
pięknie panie prezydencie,
dziękujemy za zbieranie włókna larw ciem.
ah panie prezydencie, jaka piękna sciema!
jaka piękna mgła! ah tak panie
prezydencie... kultura nie była asz tak
zgodnie zparowana z siłą! hip hop hooray
nad top z pana wagarami władzy
chodem po cmentarzu!
maria allyssa Mar 2016
Gusto kita.
Gusto kita, pero hindi maari
Hindi ka puwede maging parte ng oras ko
Na ika'y ilalagay ko sa unahan
ng mahabang listahan
Ng mga taong mahalaga
Dahil importante ka man sa akin,
Ika'y hindi sapat
Para isakripisyo ko ang lahat
Sapagkat ika'y natatanging gusto lamang.

Gusto kita.
Gusto kita, ngunit hindi ko alam.
Hindi ko maiposisyon ang sarili ko
Sa dami ng panahon, oras, at tao,
Sa halo-halong emosyon at salita,
Sa kinalalagyan at kawalan,
At sa mga napakababaw na dahilan
Sapagkat ako'y natatanging gusto lamang.

Gusto kita.
Gusto kita, subalit ako'y pana-panahon lang,
Nandiyan kapag kailangan mo
Kapag ika'y nalulunkot at nalulumbay
Na parang ang mundo'y kinakalaban
Ang puso **** duwag
Pero tumitigil lumaban kapag
Hindi na kailangan
Sapagkat ako'y natatanging gusto lamang.
Poetry written in my native language, Filipino.
I rarely do this. And quite frankly, I deem as not finished as such flow of words still requires that certain depth in it. Nevertheless, it has been a while since I have written. I can't deny this poem took a lot out of me, and still takes so much out of me.
sabi mo ako lang talaga
bakit nagbago bigla?
ano ba talaga?
Sa iyong mga binitiwan na mga salita
ako'y napatulala
Di ko kinaya ang sakit na nadarama
mga pahayag na sa aki'y tumatama
tagos sa puso ang pana

ako'y iiyak nalamang
sapagkat alam kong wala na
sana nga meron pa
Lawl... di ako inlove... sadyang marami lang nakakarelate at marami na akong nabasang ganto... nakakatuwa lang gumawa ng gantong tula... ahihihihi
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2017
regarding the link? róże europy - kości czerwone, kości czarne (roses of europe - red bones, black bones) http://tinyurl.com/y7fzt6qq... lyrics?

   adolf ****** i benito mussolini
józef stalin i franciszek franco
mieli narody między nogami
a one na zgodę kiwały głowami
pan proszę pana też chce być taki
taki potężny i taki bogaty
lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał
lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał!

adolph ****** & benito mussolini
joseph stalin & francisco franko
had nations (clenched) between their legs
and they (nations) nodded with approval
sir, i plead to you sir, that i too want to
                                  be like them,
so grandiose & so wealthy
but kind sir, you must have become insane,
but kind sir, you must have become insane!

when was the last time, that i went
to a house party where
people played decent music,
and by decent, i mean unusual?
a nostalgia fest
of elvis, where the party attendees
would clap along to
   blue suede shoes?
                     or uh-hum oh ooh
                          to *all shook up
?!
  a magical moment it would seem,
where a need for conversation
becomes obsolete,
      a neanderthal typo...
   or whams'! wake me up before you
go-go...
              i can't remember when
that last happened -
       when people forgot the civil accords
of conversation at a party...
    talk + party = neanderthal...
     if you're not ******* each other
silly, or at least having a collective
karaoke spectacle... it's no party...
       it's covert parliamentarism
                        in action...
and who the **** wants that after
a few stiffies (strong drinks)?
no one!
            i remember my 21st up
in edinburgh, the focal point came
with the song
             silk by the group
                          roses of europe -
   róże europy - jedwab:
my then russian girlfriend was intimated
by a large crowd of poles...
  sulking and rolling spliffs in
the bedroom, moaning about
how good of a host i was...
   i even mopped up *****
from the carpet
  when my high-school friend
       puked waiting for the toilet...
but i can't really remember going
to a part, that actually was a party;
and yes, that song got
the girls singing with the loveliest
of echoes of the song in flesh.
Ken Pepiton Apr 2019
krause asu
AN accident.

That's how, but why?
Many universes, many realities, imaginable

conceivable

how long must one live in a cardboard box
to confess the experienced
boxtime
altered next from then to now.

Copenhagen Calvinist or Lutherin or Anabaptist

holier than I, as was I, as the Hermit hidden
in the fool on the hill,
telling secret meanings to nowhere man, now
here
we're...

touching a time when knowing out paced known
knowables, imaginables were

imagined, not evil, but fine tuned to approach
per fection in effect

what more can I ask? All my debts are paid.

Accidental debt accrual demands accidental debt relief.

Political-lic, that's where my party stands.

Jubilee, nowhere has the ver been
a time like

now. We being at all, as mere words, heard only once,
never uttered

utter non sensed tone tuned to augmented minds

-- bio logic circuit
-- try a spark

Gleam in grandpa's eye, try umph, boy. Better up.

Swing and there is the crack of the bat

never heard, a clap

just now, you are on the ball, and this is
what that always means,
history-wise.

Okeh. Like safe. No war. Okeh. Mark to follow, someday.

biologic circuitry is so unbelievable,

to whom? All who see the supsumpsystems and the info resources,
re re re, every, meaning as if ever were in
finite, every things reasonable countable and measured,

AN ark is a box. Rectangular, most oft.
A box. Hermits live in boxes, some times,

with a coven-ante-cipitate, tincture
of this and that, with a drop o' Paracelsus fave,
Hermetic hermenuetic magishit.
Mercury, liquid conducter, okeh.

You axt a reason for the faith in the wrong *******
autodidactic augmented and medicated old man.

I hapt to save a dammercury switch from an old thermostat,
with a bi-metal coil we could
spring
into action and launch afacethefact face that fact face of fact
fracture
tap. Twist it, there, balance, level, spirit levels bubble
hermetic form flow act
ioncat ion quest
ion--

spark-- the idea imagicish dealybob- gleam
right

the feeling of gleam. Toothpaste imparts
*** appeal, I pana imparts diligence, pepsodent is perfect
for explosive types averse to yellow,
stripe,
oh my god,
game changer. Hidden persuaders never saw us,

by stripe are we healed and made bright white and loveable,
said the tooth from the future, we learned, in school, to love
each night, with a brisk brush before our
prayer for no cavities could be answered.

tap right there.

Gem quality. The meaning of life, I magine, is more.
a simple, as they say, muse. A little think on being the ball.
Hal Loyd Denton Nov 2011
The Table Spread
Its one forty four in the am it’s time to make you some bread while you sleep just like the Pana bakery
Used to do and fill the night air with its rich sweet smell I could go into a big explanation but it will evolve
As I go along know this there is a great famine you don’t see it or feel it so it isn’t so yes that is what
The unwise would and do tell all they meet for such an important discussion we must have a proper
Stage if your starving and I only present the truth that we all are in we can find no more sacred ground to
Battle for your survival than where this nation stood at the time when the civil war raged the living page
Of American history was being written on this most savage and heart rending field Lincoln rose not only
To speak but also rose to the occasion I repeat what has already been said before I could give you graphic
Details you already know them Lincoln began to speak using his natural voice but its source and vision
Was the spirit that could take such tragic horrible realities giving them the unknown by human
Understanding their true picture from this terrible upheaval and cost of human suffering and sacrifice
The flowering of this field so black and stark nowhere else was human dignity measured so precisely in
This blood soaked soil an instant harvest sprang up of nobility of rarest quality the spirit surged these
Truths into the open vessel of Lincoln for it was he who was appointed and bore this burden he sought
Expression to convey and meet what the living had died to purchase it was given as his words said in full
Measure they didn’t stumble or hesitate they rushed into the jaws of death and all the terror
That it exposed the cause was worth all they possessed and they freely gave it the borders and the very
Fabric of a nation on the brink of destruction had begun to be stitched back together the thread was
Once smiling faces that had homes far from Gettysburg families with children wives father and mothers
From this bold disregard for all that was earthly sacred angels went forth to spin thread that knows no
Equal and its strength and power would as his words again said that this nation would endure and have
A new birth of freedom I’m writing about your blood lines your heritage nothing has been able to void
This which is indelibly written by this battle and others only one thing can destroy this nation just simply
Remove all spiritual bread and you will hear the same words another vessel that had the spirit coursing
Through his life a judge of his people but with this simple revelation cut my hair and I will be as other
Men with this revelation a nation more holy and with more guaranteed assurance than we posses
Plunged into darkness and decline only in Joseph time in Egypt was there more want of bread. You can
Fill up space on this earth without the bread of life found in God’s word but my precious dear friends you
Are dead and have no claims on what only heaven can provide the very strength it takes to keep a nation
Secure. God’s fields are full of golden grain this is my own feeling that grain remains unattainable and
Beyond reach only when the harvest field of earth’s souls are harvested then a replenishing starts
Matching the spiritual work bread again will fill tables we do our part you do your part recognize your
Need standup be counted we have always fed the rest of the hungry world we first need to feed
Ourselves then with new health and resolve we can recover others lost and dying this is what the
Intention of this writing is all about see you in the field where no greater treasure or reward has ever
Been found.
Hal Loyd Denton Jan 2012
Father’s Story
To all who have lost fathers and mothers this is dedicated.
This was written for Donna Jeffrey about her father Jack Jeffrey he lived in Pana Ill he owned Jeffrey’s television and appliance. You probably would appreciate it more when you think about how Aaron Spelling as a kid was so poor in Dallas he could only look at the television through the store window. Jacks store was a show case. You will get more from this when you know that I didn’t know her father what you read here is her hearts knowing and the undying love that it created and that continues.

His precious hands were removed from earthly things. A great and gentle man his greatest possessions his family. I only knew him from his business and the fact that one of his beautiful daughters married a classmate of mine. Then much later by error I made acquaintance with another of his daughters you can tell a lot about a person from the actions of his children. She told me that he passed away and that he was the light of her life. With God’s help I would like to pay tribute to him.
A light did shine it was magnified by the eyes of a daughters love. He took his journey he went above his ship was the care they shared he the captain made the course straight and true he didn’t slow her run until heaven was in plain view they would have cheered but it hard to see through eyes filled with tears. All the wonderful years seemed to be eclipsed by the sickness that came it seemed an angry wind from their lives this stalwart precious soul it did rend. It left the greatest empty hole it took the longest time to fill and then with the sweetest cooing the grand babies made the hole enlivened not the terrible twisted knot that had the family bound but without being able to speak a word gram paw was found. If you looked in their faces his smile is bound to bundles only heaven can design. I’m not saying they asked him how to work these miracles yet this is true he watched with intense interest and was happiest since his departure he knew that back through time and space healing was for all time secured. Their stoic acceptance could now be laid aside the family could run in softer climes know the sweetest of times that were thought to be forever gone.
Love spills down from heights distance is only on a map in peoples heart its no farther than the end of your finger tips. Images are so strong not because we have great minds it’s easy to make these rich finds when your love and its power shake the foundation of the universe is it not said that love is the greatest power. Oh how so many in dark shadows cower when they possess the power to ignite the world on fire. From heart to heart it does dart the wildness of the spirit is told blotting out all of the cold. Yes there is winter but also the spring. The light spoken of is no longer beholden to earth and so the family is free by love he joins his light to the Christ the all glowing light.
Hal Loyd Denton Jan 2012
The Edge of Darkness and BeyondBlack Heart Black Door Black Future
I have spoke about chains of darkness The Kingston Trio had a song the reverend MR Black it is special
To me it was what God used to start me back to church at seventeen after the loss of that blessed life as
A child I was standing in the bedroom at Wafford’s house right next to the small record player on the
Dresser and the song was playing the reverend MR Black was holding a meeting this giant of a lumber
Jack walked up to the reverend with a great hand he slapped the reverend the reverend didn’t say a
Thing you realize this is three part harmony and the reverend cut him down when he said you got walk
That lonesome valley you got to walk it all by yourself as the record spun around a spear flew off that
Turntable and went right into my heart I have been walking with God ever since not always continuously
But still walking the song ended and the Reverend MR Black is my old man well this tells another story of
My dad he had a call to preach he could tell a story you missed out when he used to tell about Dillinger
And the boys but as related before he listened to the siren call of a stag that was made like not unlike
Other brews made in Milwaukie finally this apatite and following it gave him this title from me at least
You have to salvage what you can he went from the king of kings to being the king of the drunks his
Name was Otis James the James from I was told was for Jessie and Frank James in some parts he
Honored there family name not this time I’m sitting here holding an old butcher knife that survived
Through the years back when most people struggled together the blade is dark with spots it was an item
I kept after my mother passed away but this opens a window in real time and shows how far you slide
When you leave the sure footing of God’s house I was still the magic five out at my mom’s mothers
House her sister and brother and law comes in come on we have to go up town and see your mother
Now the black door were already in the black heart for the life of me I will never understand why they
put me in this crucible setting pana jail down stairs they called the it bull pit the biggest blackest scary
steel door scary but not as scary as what was on the other side I heard a wild animal’s scream then drop
to a plaintive whimper then more screams and loud crying then they opened the door the horror was
complete with hair filled with weeds torn dress this creature set convulsing before my eyes my mother it
seems this former loving husband and man of God pulled out a butcher knife just like this one down the
road past the turkey farm a new spirit not the holy spirit would have killed my mother but she broke and
ran saving her life but that was all that was saved fast forward to twelve the housing Christmas eve
Another drunken beating in the bedroom I picked up a ball bat to go to my mothers aid the fact that dad
Use to throw and stick these same kinds of butcher knives in the door with accuracy didn’t stop me all
The bad drunken times and all that happened he would stop and tell my sister and me that he loved us I couldn’t
Raise my hand if he had only beaten me he would have been dead or close to it I just set down and
Listened to our sounds of Christmas this isn’t for everyone I know maybe someone had similar
Circumstances that it will help if you’re walking with Jesus God bless you if not know the one that rules the
World works these dead and broken lives you can’t win alone first you need a true mirror of the spirit
That will show imperfection and dangers Satan is the great illusionist if you think everything is alright
and your not ready to meet God very few use to throw caution to the wind and not check for trains at
railroad crossings the big long black train has us on its schedule don’t meet it with out Jesus.
Kanan, kaliwa, taas, baba
Kahit saang anggulo mo tingnan
Hindi ako magiging sya kailanman
Gaano man kalayo ang inyong pagitan
Siya pa rin ang iyong inaabangan
Kanan, kaliwa, taas, baba
Kanan
Nilingon mo sa kanan ang kanyang mga ngiti
Balot ng iyong paningin ang kanyang mapupulang pisngi
Kabisado mo na ang galaw ng kanyang labi
Habang umaasang ako nalang ang iyong minimithi
Kaliwa
Hawak ng iyong mga kamay
Ang kanyang balikat na lagi **** akbay
Di mapigilang ngiti ang sa sistema mo’y nananalaytay
Habang ako’y nakatanaw sa mga tawa **** walang humpay
Taas
Tumingala sa taas ang iyong noo
Pinapanalangan na sana’y maging kayo
Hinihingi sa Panginoon na sya’y maging sa’yo
Habang ako’y nakatingin sa aking mundo
Baba
Yumuko ang iyong mukha
At tumulo ang mga luha
Sa harap ng Panginoon, hiningi mo sya
Habang ako’y nananalangin na ako nalang sana
Ang mga salitang alay ko sa’yo
Ay sya ring mga salitang sa kanya’y sinabi mo
Ang mga tingin mo sa kanya
Ay kagaya ng mga tingin ko sa’yo
Ang kurba ng iyong labi
Ang pagpula ng iyong pisngi
Ang tingkad ng iyong ngiti
Nakikita ko ang sarili ko sayo
Sa kung paano mo tinitingnan ang babaeng
hindi kailanman magiging ako
Kahit hingin ko pa siguro sa mga tala
Kahit kay kupido pa ipa-pana
Hindi pa rin tayo tugma
Ang pagtitig mo sa kanya
Ay isang paalala na 'wag na akong umasa

Sana kaya kong takpan ang iyong mga alaala
Ibaon sa limot at tuluyan nang mawala
Sana kaya kong buksan
Ang puso kong ikaw lang ang laman
At tuluyan ka nang palayain
Kahit di ka naging akin
Pero kahit anong gawin
Ikaw pa rin ang sinisigaw ng damdamin
Ilang beses ka mang limutin
Araw araw ka pa ring alalahanin
Kahit masakit, pipiliting maging masaya
Kahit hindi ako
Pipilitin kong maging buo
Para sa'yo
At sa taong mahal mo
Kaya bahala na
Mahal pa rin kita
Kahit sya lang ang nakikita ng iyong mga mata
Ankit Dubey May 2019
na vasta raha ab mera in sab se,
na kisi aur se aur na hi rab se,
meri jindagi tum ** meri bandagi tum **,
na koi aur chahat,
meri jine ki khwahish bas tum **,
ab to bas pyaar karna chahta hu tumhe,
na vaasta raha ab mera in sab se,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se.....
dil me khwahish bas tumhe pane ki,
sath jine ki aur sath mar jane ki,
ek tu jo mil jaye,
mukammal shayad ye jindagi ** jaye,
na jane aur kitna door jaoge,
ab aa jao,
mai raah dekh raha hu kab se,
na vaasta raha ab mera in sabse,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se......
hai dil me kasak tumse door jane ki,
tumhe paa  lene ki aur fir se kho dene ki,
tum hi ** k ab tak banaya hua mujhe insaan,
na hote tum agar,
mai to kab ka door ** gaya hota is shahar se,
na khush hota kabhi,
na ghabrata kisi gam se,
na vaasta raha ab mera in sabse,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se.....
tum har pahar yaad aati **,
paas aakar fir door chali jati **,
kuj aur pana nahi mai chahta,
ek tum hi ** jise chahta hu mai shiddat se,
hai khayal tumhara hi is dil me,
tum aarjoo ** meri,
bas chahta hu tumko dil k har kone se,
ab rooth bhi nahi pata mai tumhe khone k dar se,
na vaasta raha mera ab in sab se,
na kisi aur se na hi rab se.......
i love u

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