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082021

Mas malalim pa ang gabi
Kaysa sa aking mga matang alikabok ang tinta.
Ang mga kulisap at kuliglig
Ay nagtatagisan ng mga boses
At sabay-sabay na nakikipagtalastasan
Kung kanino ba papanig
Ang buwang hugis pamato sa larong kalye.

Sinasabi nilang ang aming lugar ay dating liblib
Noong panahon pa ng mga Hapones.
Kaya’t nagbakasali akong
Kaya ko silang paniwalaan
Pagkat ni minsa’y hindi naman ako
Nakapagpantig ng mga salitang
Nakakahon sa iisang pangungusap.

Natatandaan ko pa ngang
Sa tuwing tumatanghod ako
Sa aming bintana sa umaga’y
Sabay ding magsisiingay ang nagtitinda ng taho
At nambabato ng dyaryo
Patungo sa aming pintuan.

Si Inay ay gagayak para sa bagong balita,
Habang ako’y gagayahin ang sigaw ni Manong
At titikim ng paborito kong agahan at panghimagas.

Habang sya’y papalapit
Ay kusang malalagas
Ang mga pakpak ng kanyang tsinelas
At kanyang ilalapag ang papel na inilimbag daw
Sa pabrika ng kanyang kaklase noon
Na anak-mayaman.

Sa isip ko’y nais ko sanang masiyasat rin
Ang mga letrang nakatambad sa aking harapan
At bigyang buhay ang mga papel
At baka sakaling,
Maging bihasa rin ako gaya ng iba.

Kung sabagay, ang lahat naman ng aking mithiin
Ay kusang maglalaho
Kasabay ng aking mga panagip.
Ang lahat naman ng nasisinagan ng apoy
Ay maya-maya ring magpapalamon
At magpapaubaya
Sa kadilimang bunsod ng panahong
May paulit-ulit na panimula’t katapusan.

Sabagay, ang lahat nama’y
Magmimistulang pandagdag lasa na lamang
Sa nanlilomos na alab at nagmimitsang pagpapaalam.

Naubos na ang bawat pahina
Ngunit di ko man lamang nagawang simulan
Ang pangangalap kung nasaan na ba si Itay.
Saan nga ba ang aming magiging tagpuan?
Saan at kailan nga ba ang hangin
Ang mismong sasabay sa aking paghikbi nang walang katapusan?
Jeffrey Pua Apr 2016
Minutes are myths
     Seconds seemed syrupy.

Each time, when we kiss, as smiles
Pave way for us, ever so close,
And the mood is righting all our wrongs,
     Dear, you eat away from Time,

Biting at its ear with a giggle. No wonder,
When Manong Sorbetero passes by,
     And when we hear one shouts Taho,
The passion lives on, stirring from within,
     We will touch with our tongues still,
     Precise, tugging at our words,

Or the sword of approval, sometimes,
Uniting us. In the distance,
There's a jealous light on a staircase
     In the distance, carefully descending.

And the flashes in the sky, how majestic
May they seem, anger in colors
Of leaves and daffodils, are nothing
     But a Man-of-war embarking
          On the deeper seas.*

© 2016 J.S.P.
Edited.
hi Jun 2019
I was six when we used to play fairy
The unknown didn’t even bother me,
I went along with the rhythm
The neighborhood was my kingdom
The front yard was my palace
And nothing has malice.

We used to play pretends
Along with friends, without stupid trends
Worlds of magic and fantasy,
Flashily, randomly, valiantly, yet on rhapsody.
We made up spells and slayed dragons.
Years later, we had our own battles.

We looked at each other and all they think about is ***
All they do now is flex
Milktea, Sampgyupsal, Iphone X
Everybody now is an object of what's next.
Those things that should be treasured forever,
I wonder if they still remember.

Remember how the cold breeze of Christmas mixed well in December,
How "Ber Months" was welcomed by September,
How happy it was to do trick or treats at November
When celebrations meant for every family member to be together.
People forgot so fast like it was plaque,
No one even tried to be awake.

Kids these days will never understand
The heat of afternoon I withstand
To play "Patintero", "Garter" and "Piko"
How we chased "Binatog" and "Taho"
To have our bare foot at the heat or wet ground
With ignorance at our feet, we had the world as our playground.

All I seen in social media is words,
Words of people who wants likes and hearts.
I guess only few remember,
How good it was when we were younger.
Ignorance was bliss
When did we become like this?
I've read a poem here entitled "Ignorance was Bliss" so I decided to make my own version. No plagiarism intended, full credits to the rightful owner of the idea, unfortunately I can't find the poem anymore and I can't give proper credits.
Bryan Amerila Aug 2016
The car ran over the cat.
I am on the right side of the ride.
A woman shouts, <Stop!
I’m just right there.>
Pointing.
<Dangerous to alight here,
In the middle of the street.>
the driver said.

The car ran over the cat.
I am on the right side of the ride.
<Drop me in front of Citibank>
I said.
A taho vendor is serving a lady.
<How much?> I asked.
Twenty-five pesos.
<Give me one.>

The car ran over the cat.
I am on the right side of the ride.
In my mind:
<The city could be cruel to cats.
So you better know which
Is right.>
Bryan Amerila Jul 2016
The pavement glistens
While the taho vendor meanders
Answering the sun.
Four sparrows (or finches?)
Jump instead of fly, nonchalant,
While I look at them.
A bottle of water
Plants its feet at the intersecting
streets leading to white flowers:
Garlic flowers
Prodding me, Eat your breakfast.
Norbert Tasev Aug 2021
Raging-resting sea circles are already enticing the drunken pupil ship: seeing his seeing love-stricken boy should be lifted out of the universe of light of the Universe once and for all so that he can exist with more courageous determination! He cherishes the black crystals of shadows many times with deceptive eyes and many times they hardly know what to do with fragile reflections! The perfect annihilation of the feeling of Eden itself: In a single all-promising kiss, in the laughing crossfire of silently confessing gazes, in the always sincere rippling of tears, the confession of truth seems to be plucking signs!
 
Humiliated insult and suicidal offense are tattooed on a restless soul! Common sense stops on the petty prey-winning paths of the vile cat-and-mouse wars, and only ruthless deeds matter! - Every minute is a killing click in the depths of the soul and in a knife-edge silence it is not possible to know exactly who can remain an eternal Friend and who is an enemy?! The stuttering Moon has asked for permission many times before it can detect its tooth protein for good! Taxi-yellow anxiety is already related to the suffocating darkness!
 
They pedal many times like dogs and enter a self-carved stack of darkness! Today, being a **** and a celebrity taho is a way of life, and the cultural alliance of brains is being persecuted by many and quoted before the Inquisition of Idiot Branches! It would also be better to empty the dishes of Infinite Time, which are full of intentional deficiencies! In the infant light while rehearsals kneaded my limbs, my face remained a sad kid face! How predictably can the judge be smart, who is forced to listen to testimonies on a daily basis?! Even in recurring hopes, we believe less and less

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