"sulod" poems
Ang akong gugma , tam is pa sa dugos
Daghay sustansiya lami pa ang lasa
Murag bulan bisan layo, imong makit-an
Bisan layo imong mabatian,
Nga sa akong dughan walay laing sulod,
Imo rang ngalan,
Gihigugma tika ug taman hangtud
Sa kahangturan.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
"Wala pay sulod atong sako Nay.”
Sack of rice is empty
Stomach rumbling mercilessly
Mind is hazy, breathing sporadically
Cold porridge is a feast.
“Go home!” says Mama sternly
Frantic, frightened, panicky
Rocks hurled, bullets fly
Blood splatters; running aimlessly
We dodge our way to safety
Cold porridge is a feast.
“I will not,” I say adamantly
She looks at the sack mournfully
Empty. Devoid of sanity.
Cold porridge is a feast.
“We’ll get some soon. Don’t worry.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I feel weak, I am crabby
I’m staying despite this misery
Cold porridge is a feast.
Childlike will, piety of soul
Purity of intention, pursuit of living whole
Cold porridge is a feast.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC
Mayda ko nakita-an ha baybayon.
Gin-anod tikang ha hirayo
May sulod nga papel, pinutos hin maupay.
Mga pulong nga puno hin mga pahaliday.
Mahusay an kasurat, sugad hin awit,
Nagpapahayag hin gugma, ha ak' kalag sinmangpit.
An akon kasing-kasing nalipay intawon
Kay an mensahe para man ha akon.
Pero ha ubos han surat, mayda ngaran.
Diri akon.
An surat ha botelya
Para ha akon nawawara nga kalugaringon.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC