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"raman" poems
Sa imo ra nipitik ning akong dughan Buntag, udto, ug gabieng tanan Na bisan ug namalandong ko sa makadaghan Dinasaysay gihapon niini ang imong ngalan. Sa imo ra nitotok ang akong mga mata Sa matag pilok niini, imong nawong ang makita. Ug bisan paman ug motan-aw ko sa ubang dalaga Ikaw raman jud akong makit-an na gwapa. Sa imo ra nilupad ang akong hunahuna Nagahandom na makauban ka sa matag takna Nahigam ko, lisod jud ning mahigugma Magpanikad sa adlaw na makaanha ko sa imoha Ug sa imo ra iukit ang akong ugma Hugot sa pagtoo na dili ko sa imo mawala Ubanan teka sa kasakit, hilak, ug pagmaya Hangtod kitang duha husgahan na niining kalibotana. Sa imo ra.
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
SA IMO RA
Sayon man makalimot. Assignment malimtan, Klase malimtan, gamit malimtan ug ubang mga buhatunon malimtan, pero pag abot sa imo, nganong lisod man. Dali kaayu sugdan pero ngano man jung pwerti lisora undangan ang gugma ko sa imo nga gadala raman unta ug dangan
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
Sayon man unta, Lisod japon
Ning 'wave' raman ko nimo, dibah maam? Pero ngano man pud imo ko gireplayan? Tan-awa naibog na noon ko nimo ug taman taman Ambot kaha kung ako pa ni mapugngan. Dili nako tumong sa sinugdanan na ikaw maibgan Nitext ko sa imo inamego raman unta ang tanan Kay kabalo ko wala jud kay pagbati sa ako gikan pa sinugdanan. Pero ambot ngano sa kadugayan ikaw naman ang gipitik ning dughan Maong ako maingon sa imoha kay salamat Wala nimo gipasagdaan na ako mata maglurat Imo gitagaan ug bili ang dughan ko na gikan natuali. Imo ko gipasulod sa imong kinabuhing walay ali Tungod ato nasood teka Nakatext, nakachat, ug matag gabie pa maestorya Kanindot ba sa niabot na grasya Pwede ba akoa nalang ka? Tinood bitaw, walay sagol yagayaga. Murag binuang pero seryoso ning akong gipangmama Pero ang tanang pulong na dili kaya isulti sa akong baba Ako nalang gipaagi niining kabos ko na tula.
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Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
Wave
Ngano kaha gihigugma gihapon tika masking nawala na imong paghigugma sa akoa? Ngano kaha gipangga gihapon tika masking wala na ka ganahi sa atoa? Ngano kaha gahandum gihapon ko nga ikaw ug ako gihapon masking ako nalang ang gapugong sa kung unsay naa ta? Ngano kaha ikaw ug ikaw gihapon ang pirminte naa sa akong huna huna masking kabalo kong dili na ako ang naa sa imuha? Ngano kaha gagunit gihapon ko sa imong saad na ako ra Masking kabalo kong naa nakay lain na mas angay muhigugma sa imuha? Siguro ingon ani lang gyud ko mahigugma Higugmaon gihapon tika masking sakit na kaayo para sa akoa Siguro ingon ani lang gyud ang gugma Sakit pero nahigugma raman ko nimo masking ikaw wa na nahigugma sa akoa Kabalo kong walay taong bogo pero andam ko mabogo kung ang kapuli kay pagpabilin nimo sa akoa Pero ug kalipay gyud nimo ang mubiya na Andam nakong mubuhi sa atoa Andam nakong buhian ka ug ihatag sa iya Andam nakong ako nalang ug wa nay kita Kay tungod ingon ana kadako akong paghigugma sa imuha
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Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
Gugma
Dili na mapugngan ang gugma dughan nato wa na nag duha-duha gikalimtan na ang kaugalingon andam ihatag ang tanan sa imo Basta naay ikaw ug ako Ang selos dili gyud mapugngan Bisag walay man tay hinungdan oh Pagsabot raman ang kinahanglan Aron atong gugma way katapusan Basta naay ikaw ug ako Lantaw na makalanay Nangurog sa kalipay Dugay ko ng gihandom nga ikaw akong maangkon (Ayaw unta paasaha Kining akong gugma Kanunay gahandom Bisag way pag laom) Basta naay ikaw ug ako (Lantaw na makalanay Nangurog sa kalipay) Basta naay ikaw ug ako (Dugay ko ng gihandom basta ikaw maangkon)
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Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
You and I
"Ähoy" a sudden call, that speaks so much ; looking up I see, a face familiar for ages,up above the dark, sturdy Palmyra tree, thirty feet high, amidst  the lush canopy of thick green leaves, his toddy tapper's gear, unchanged for generations, around his waist, just a breast plate to protect from the rough trunk, while crawling up, a broad smile, time couldn't wither, on that countenance. An ancient avatar, he jumps out  from a favorite story book, of  childhood, he animated a lot of memories of those times, walking through the narrow path among trees,a loud "Ähoy" would  unexpectedly greet dad and I,  from where the wind reigns, unaware there is world above, ready to reach us, any time, cut in to our animated talk on atlas moths with broad wings, or amazing things, Malabar squirrels that fly from tree to tree. "Ähoy! Raman!how'z toddy flow today? All fine?" his voice booming  from below, dad would cheer our friend; more like talking to the wind and trees, pleasantly surreal. "Ähoy"makes all fall in place, Raman hasn't changed a bit, time flows only down here, up there  it seems standing still, my little village too has a trap, I suspect, time has no way to escape, if it makes the river languid, no, Raman seems not to mind! "Master" the old familiar endearment, "Ẅhat's the matter? from here, above the clouds, I can see those brooding eyes, The city, shall I say took all those smiles, you would gift as a village boy , going to school with your chums, this way" I know what comes next, fresh toddy served with love as an antidote, right here under the tree, a brew that  brims with memories of many guilty pleasures of adolescence,can I ever reject? No worry lines on that gentle face, Raman is ageless, cool, we sit on a pre historic rock, that extends  seating arrangement, in to container, he made with braided Palmyra leaf, Raman pours limitless love that for others would look like toddy, to me this milky liquid, is a magic potion tapped from memories, of a past that I thought has winged  away from me but still here. I gulp it  and get transported to a time, I don't want to forget, Now the wind, I can hear hums an old haunting tune,familiar In mild intoxication, we chorus the wind's song on Palmyra leaves.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Sweet toddy, seeping from old memories..
"Ähoy" a sudden call, that speaks so much ; looking up I see, a face familiar for ages,up above the dark, sturdy Palmyra tree, thirty feet high, amidst  the lush canopy of thick green leaves, his toddy tapper's gear, unchanged for generations, around his waist, just a breast plate to protect from the rough trunk, while crawling up, a broad smile, time couldn't wither, on that countenance. An ancient avatar, he jumps out  from a favorite story book, of  childhood, he animated a lot of memories of those times, walking through the narrow path among trees,a loud "Ähoy" would  unexpectedly greet dad and I,  from where the wind reigns, unaware there is world above, ready to reach us, any time, cut in to our animated talk on atlas moths with broad wings, or amazing things, Malabar squirrels that fly from tree to tree. "Ähoy! Raman!how'z toddy flow today? All fine?" his voice booming  from below, dad would cheer our friend; more like talking to the wind and trees, pleasantly surreal. "Ähoy"makes all fall in place, Raman hasn't changed a bit, time flows only down here, up there  it seems standing still, my little village too has a trap, I suspect, time has no way to escape, if it makes the river languid, no, Raman seems not to mind! "Master" the old familiar endearment, "Ẅhat's the matter? from here, above the clouds, I can see those brooding eyes, The city, shall I say took all those smiles, you would gift as a village boy , going to school with your chums, this way" I know what comes next, fresh toddy served with love as an antidote, right here under the tree, a brew that  brims with memories of many guilty pleasures of adolescence,can I ever reject? No worry lines on that gentle face, Raman is ageless, cool, we sit on a pre historic rock, that extends  seating arrangement, in to container, he made with braided Palmyra leaf, Raman pours limitless love that for others would look like toddy, to me this milky liquid, is a magic potion tapped from memories, of a past that I thought has winged  away from me but still here. I gulp it  and get transported to a time, I don't want to forget, Now the wind, I can hear hums an old haunting tune,familiar In mild intoxication, we chorus the wind's song on Palmyra leaves.
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Silent lunch alone in a room full of people Stringy spaghetti Quiet lunch with a cute boy across the table Bubbling Raman noodles School meal next to the cute boy Toasted bagel Cafeteria date with the boy Steaming bean soup Dinner date with a new boyfriend Gourmet pizza Perfect picnic on spring hills Juicy strawberries One year anniversary celebration Succulent chocolates Meeting with his parents alone for the first time Slimy spaghetti Breakfast in bed after passionate nights Sugary waffles Late night movies together Buttery popcorn Two year anniversary family gathering Barbeque ribs Romantic dinner for a marriage proposal Roasted oysters Nights alone after he says no Greasy pizza Following him wherever he goes Rotten strawberries After receiving a restraining order from the police Molded chocolates Sleepless nights staring at his picture Stale popcorn Insane asylums daily lunch servings Undercooked Raman noodles Mental institutes only breakfast special Disintegrating waffles First meal after faculty release Boiling bean soup Plotting revenge for a broken heart Crumbling bagel Violent lunch with a cute boy tied up across from me Burnt oysters A picnic over his chopped up body … ****** ribs.
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
Food Companion
The Great American melting *** has boiled over and simmered down. It's either a fine soufflé, Or a bowl of Raman noodles.
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
melting ***
Gather round my dears gather round For this freak of nature that I’ve found Though it’s growing more and more common By the day she’s a tiny girl, eats nothing but Raman Look at her pretty pink cheeks painted on for $50 a jar That ought to last her a week, by then she’ll need a new car Because the old one will have gone out of style She’ll need a new man; this one’ll be out of cash in a while And you can see her waste away before your very eyes You’ll expect her to change but would be in for a surprise She’ll stick her fingers down her throat until she is sore It has been so long she doesn’t know why she does it anymore This pretty pink princess, is incapable of lasting very much longer The men grow bored as she grows old and not much stronger
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Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 10:48 PM UTC
My Dear Sister
Pagka pait huna-hunaon. Ang tawo nga imong kalipay, imong kasakit raman sad diay. Sa mga panahon nga nanglabay nabati ko ang dli ta magkasinabtanay kay ikaw aduna nay laing gihigugma apan ako, ikaw diri kanako nag inusara ra. Maong ako mo babye na kay alkansi ko aning kahimtanga.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Babye
"Doream ca tu sa-mi fii alaturi, Dar ai disparut si m-ai lasat plangand. Vedeam sute de frumoase meleaguri. Dar doar tu-mi erai frumoasa in gand." Am sa te fac sa te ineci in sange Si o sa iti vezi mama *** te plange. Asa *** plang si eu de cateva luni incoace Din cauza ca tie nimic nu-ti mai place. Orice as face, nu e bine. Oricat as incerca, tot nu o sa te am langa mine. Tot ce faci e sa ma ignori Fara sa stii, sau poate cu buna stiinta, ca asa ma dobori. in plansete o tot tin Si doar asa mai *** sa dorm. Din al tau sange as face vin Si doar cu el as putea sa te transform. Dar degeaba, eu nu te *** rani. Tu poti si o tot faci. Caci tu pentru mine esti un zeu Iar eu pentru tine m-as lupta cu mii de draci. Am ganduri rele, Incerc sa le alung. Sentimentele-mi sunt grele Si de realitate as vrea sa ma disjung. Tu o sa-mi ramai vesnic in gand Si eu doar cu gandul am sa raman, vesnic plangand.
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Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
Extaz/agonie