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George Andres Jul 2016
Sawa na ako sa ideya ng Pag-ibig
Sawa ka na rin ba?
Sa pagbulong, paghikbi at pag-asa?
Dahil minsan mayroon akong nakilala
Isang bulaklak ng sampaguita
Bagamat di pa tuluyang bumubuka
Dinudumog na ng labis na pagsinta
At minsang umibig rin siya
At hinayaang pitasin ng isang binata
Ipinagkaloob ang taglay na kamurahan at bango
Isiniwalat lahat ng pinakatatago

Araw ni Valentino nang muli siyang nakita
Nangungulubot na ang kanyang mumunting petalya
Muli kong napansin na ang pagsinta
Katulad rin pala niya
May panahon ng pag usbong
May panahon ng pagkamatay

Hinubog na ideya sa ating isipan
Na ang pagmamahal ay walang katapusan
Iyan ang dahilan kung bakit sawa na ako
Sa ideya ng pag-ibig
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JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
I took a rest on a ruddy bench
Aside the lady with the looking glass
Till a little blessing came tapping
With an outstretched hand telling

Begging change in exchange the floras
The lady, amused with the child
Showed him a wise saying
That was mundanely swaying

As the words came out
The water of life pouring
As the true meaning he learned
From the lady's interpreted word

That moment the personas shared
With time who couldn't stay
Could determine the fate
As it wasn't too late

I took a rest on the ruddy bench
Flowers, words and lives were traded
Familiarity grew on the streets
Where strangers pass or meet
Sampaguita (*Jasminum sambac*) is a flower commonly sold by street children near the university I go to. This poem is dedicated to the two "Sampaguita Boys" I met one night
kingjay Dec 2018
Nadatnan sa sahig nakahandusay
Ilan taon pa lamang noong una natapilok
Sa paghuwego ay naglibang
Nakalimutan ang sandaling sablay

Bumaba ang araw na nasa taluktok ng kampana ng simbahan
May iskarlatang busilak
Ang dagundong nito ay ang pagpaparaya sa mga bata na ginigiliw ng kanilang ina

Ikandong ang wasak na damdamin
para makahinga
Nilulumot ang gasera sa guwang na pandama
Di matinag ang pagkawalang

Ipaubaya sa daungan ng mga hiling
ang pahapyaw na pinapanalangin
At doon din makahanap ng silungan
Samantala nalalagasan ng supang ang Sampaguita
Malungkot ang kanyang talaarawan

Nagmistulang sinulid ang kaligayahan
na ipang gamit sa paghabi ng ala-ala
Sa kalayuan maaninag na nagluningning
Ngunit kapag sa prontera may pilat na mapusyaw
Caryl Maluping Aug 2021
Mahamot nga sampaguita ngan pula nga gumamela
Amo ine an akon una nga ginhatag ha iya
Samtang ginhuhulat namon an katunod han adlaw
Ngan pinalalabay an kasanhi nga kahidlaw.

Pamukad han santan ngan orkidyas ha dalan
Umabat ak hin ka-ipa nga makuri mapug-ngan
Ha akon dughan in may ada makusog nga lukso
Kasing-kasing nga natago malipayon gud hin duro.

Katapos hi idoy in inalpan hin kaisog
Igsusumat na ha iya an pag-abat nga mabaskog
Iya na ighahalad inin espesyal nga rosas
Pero adton kalipay nga iya inaabat nabalyuan hin kalas.

Hi iday in may ada naman ngay an iba nga pina-uswag
Mga bukad nga ha iya igin hahatag in magpakaruruyag
Waray sapayan an imo rosas nga pinutos
Nga im gin-inantusan tikang pa han ka biyuos.

Asya an bukad nga gin kuha nalaya ngan nakarag
Kay ngadto han tawo nga iya minayuyo in waray kahatag
Tigdaay man gud la, waray hiya pakasabot
Pag-abat nga iya gindadara tigda nala nadunot.

- Caryl
lovestargirl May 2015
UWIAN:
Unang hakbang pagpasok sa tarangkahan.
Pangalawa, at tumingin sa daan.
Pangatlo, at tumingala sa kalawakan.

Saka naglakad pa ng isang daan at tatlumpung hakbang,
Sa apat, hanggang lima narinig ko ang andar ng jeep ni Ama
Sa anim hanggang pito narinig ko ang pagkukwenta ni Ana.

Sa walo hanggang siyam nakita ko ang tongitsan ni Manang.
Sa sampu hanggang labing-isa umiwas sa konstrukyon ni Saavedra.
Sa labing-dalawa at hanggang labing- tatlo ay narinig ang sigawan nina Agnes at Cito.

Sa bawat bahay, at taong nadadaanan
Tanging pagkaway at ngiti lang ang nadadatnan.
At ilan lang ito sa mga bagay na inuuwian.

Nagpatuloy sa paglalakad hanggang umabot sa abandonadong bahay,
Madilim man, at magulo sa loob. Ngunit amoy na amoy pa rin
Ang buhay na puno ng sampaguita.

Pumitas ako, inamoy pa ito, at nagbaon ng ilan nito.
Ipinikit ang mata ko, at saka linanghap ang mabangong amoy nito.
Saka naglakad pa at pumapasok sa aking tahanan.
Sally A Bayan Oct 2015
Fading Sun...

I was looking at the graying sky.
Trying to chase a fading sun
I peeped above the pointed leaves of the Yucca tree
My eyes were met by little bursts of orange stars
And oblique sunbeams... emitting fading brightness
Through the bushy leaves of the Sampaguita plant.

I was waiting for the moths to appear
Near my lighted candle,
But a gusty wind blew, and made the shell chimes
Sway back and forth...left and right
Round their base and through,
Until all five chimes made pleasant music
With the cool, whirring wind.

I was waiting for the late afternoon sky
To turn to elephant gray
To highlight the yellow glow from the street lamp
So I could test some newly hung Christmas lights
And the capiz lantern outside the french windows
But the rainshowers came all at once
And i found myself wet, from the pouring rain.

I was waiting...and saw a changing sky
The rain, just tip-tapping on the roof
A much cooler air blowing...
Bringing sprays of mist on my face...
Suddenly emerging...the shape of a bat or two,
Flying, crashing, through the dripping red palm tree.

On the horizon, sun was now a dipping balloon
If there's any, i would wait for any kind of moon.

On the garden chair, i sat
And just above me, came a regular stray cat
I heard its paws lightly scratching
The wet surface of the fiberglass roofing.

I still wait...and contemplate on hopes and prayers
I wait...for a lot of dreams to come true
i wait, for this long day to be over
While the night creatures,
In their own tones and tunes
Have started to croon...

Sally


Copyright October 16, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***another rainy day keeps the mind straying...***
Stephen Norton Dec 2015
The Sampaguita Bloom

That soft aroma

It encased me for days

Kept locked in your aura

The flickering candle

Kindling in your eye

The pink curve

That beauty, called your smile

It lingers here

A memory forever

The future now

Who knows what will whether?
butterfly Aug 2017
the heaven i chase
like the summer bee
far of reach; far from me
may spring a bud morning dew
a flower blossoming from thy heart
like sampaguita pure and white
springs within breath
comes with it death
i taste then i chase no more
the earth, the trees, the grasshoppers breathe
i breathe
decay
i decay
in the realm of time and space
spring of breath and death
i drink
i feast
i walked away
Journey into the unknown - From darkness to lightness
Christien Ramos Jun 2021
Mahilig ka sa mga bulaklak
lalo na 'yong may mga matitingkad na kulay.
Hilig mo sila
dahil kaya ka nilang pakinggan.
Walang bahid ng panghuhusga.
Naiintindihan nila ang mga kuwento
na bihira **** ibahagi sa iba.
Ilang beses na nilang nasilayan
ang mga pag-ibig,
ang mga sakít,
ang kung paano ka mag-ipon ng tapang,
ang kung paano ka maduwag.

Matalik mo siláng mga kaibigan.

Mahilig ka sa mga bulaklak
at parati kang umaasa na dadalhan ka niya ng mga ito.
Hindi ka nabigo.
Hindi ka nabibigo.
Gaya ng mga paborito **** rosas, tulips, at mariposa,
nagagawa niyang ika'y intindihin.
Makailang ulit niya na ring nakita kang
umiyak,
tumawa,
matakot,
at magmahal.
Gaya ng mga paborito **** santan, sampaguita't gumamela,
pamilyar na siya sa iyong mga damdamin.

Sa madaling salita,
mahilig ka sa mga bulaklak.
Pero hindi yaong mga gáling sa akin.
butterfly Jun 2017
as young as sampaguita in the farm
but stubborn as a mule
a pain in her mama's chest

her day cries if she doesn’t get
what she wants and days get longer  
if she refused to do the chores

stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
it echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear

it isn’t her mama’s equation to solve
but she repudiates and spews dormant philippics
like an erupting volcanoes

stubborn child, stubborn child, her mama said
it echoes back her ears
words she doesn’t want to hear

but her papa was different different as he was
he held her stubbornness like a baby
in his arms so fragile

he put her in a hammock and heard her cry
like a deep broken voice no one hears
and saw her dark shadows no one sees

he, whose heart flows in her veins
lifted her up and soften her heart
as she lay them down his chest

she whispers upon the moon for a change
many nights before she retires to bed
but like ravens their feathers always black

she can’t understand why her mama only sees
the ugly face of stubbornness
but then for her she finds beauty from it
an ornament her breast wears

her will power!
that’s what she is
Journey to the Unknown : From Darkness To Lightness
CC Aug 2017
I smell the faint smell of the sampaguita sold to my father
It makes me think about the poor
Whenever we buy this chain of white flowers it is a bookmark in the senses
Poverty
Remember poverty
Smell the pleasantness in your automobile and don't forget poverty.
Who sold it to you? A homeless child.
"It comes from a place I know not where it came from, I forgot"
A life made of lies
We buy this truth but live a lie
We are not happy about the situation
We are not happy that we are happy and they are in shambles
When it rains we praise the clean billboards of the aftermath
But poverty, is not washed or clean
I am not sure what to do with this poverty of kindness
I m lacking in kindliness and gentleness
So what can there be to give to a poor child?
I desire to live benevolently
Desire does not mean I am so
But to desire makes me righteous toward the bad
And hopeful too

— The End —