"yaya" poems
Magkaibigan
Naglolokohan
Nag-aasaran
Nagngingitian
Isang araw nag-yaya ng hindi inaasahan
Hindi tumigil sa text at tawagan
Kumain ng sabay
Nag-usap ng matagal
Bumiyahe ng magkahawak-kamay
Umakyat ng bundok at nakaalalay
Spoiled sa paghatid at pagsundo
Tambayan ang mcdo
Gusto laging magkasama
Ayaw humiwalay sa isa’t-isa
Ang oras ay kay bilis pag magkapiling
Ang araw ay kay tagal pag malayo ang isa sa atin
Isang araw nagtanong at nagtaka
Ano bang meron sa ating dalawa?
Higit pa ito sa magkaibigan
Mukhang nahulog na ng tuluyan
Pebrero 28 itinakda natin ang “tayo”
Minarkahan na ang ating kalendaryo
Hindi inaasahan.
Ni hindi pumasok kailanman sa isipan,
Na ang dating magkaibigan at magkaasaran
Sa huli ay magkakatuluyan
Salamat sa mga hindi inaasahan.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
I miss some memories of people, 8pms next to a ceiling of November stars and random yo momma jokes.
I miss pepperoni pizzas and orange sodas of a meeting the night before an Algebra exam.
I miss some people who move to the United States, back to Mindanao, away to Makati.
I miss not knowing of a graduation until we sing that batch song one last time.
I miss her under a Langka tree with a chuckle next to the height of my left shoulder. She was measuring my happiness in the little talks and ringing laughter.
I miss wiping her tears as I helped roll her bag across the rocky road to a bus.
I miss being under the wings of God when I first met him through lion puppets and singing prophets.
I miss biting through those chocolate chip cookies after successfully reciting John 3:16.
I miss eating until the tummy says “keep going” and the candy bar bag was always open.
I miss crying when my yaya leaves me everytime I go to kindergarten. This was every single time I get down the school bus.
I miss smiling for a family portrait next to the Christmas tree.
I miss riding across a river with my little brother in paper hats and a floormat boat
I miss walking across a field of santol buds. Ruby to my eyes and to others who pick them.
I miss my panda bear. I could always sew the eyes back on.
I miss being young
But I can’t miss growing up and moving on.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
O Yaya, I miss you.
I know I never enjoyed
our Sunday lunches with you
inside the dining room
not out in the sun.
You were old
I was young.
I never talked to you
unless I was forced
but I didn't know
how much I loved you.
Now you are gone
I miss our lunches,
the dining room is empty,
the chairs pushed in tight.
And the maid has left.
So have you
and I wish you'd come back
because I miss you.
-Kate Manthos
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
It is only a big fool that marries from a matriarchal family
And a heavy-weight duffer marrying from the matriarchal clan
There is always a poisonous cobra, mamba and adder in the matriarchal
Beauty. Snaring like calypso to thrash the callow ridden odyssey in the lover
As it went for the stooges in Kenya blind to the colubrine station falling in love
With daughters, spinsters, wenches, damsels and brunetes of matriarchal heritage
They were swallowed by the inherent colubrine queen at the bottom of matriarchy
It swallowed them all, lawyers, warriors, merchants, politicians, beggars, billionaires,
Lordships of top-notch corporations, gurus of research, legends of foot-ball, din magnates
Negroes, Asians, Britons, Teutonic, Luos, Mulmbe men, Mijikenda and all that had money,
Their kinsmen and tribes now grieve in a song,
Chanting the song of loss in my mother tongue;
Sialile papa!sialile papa! Sicha esirove!
Sialile yaya!sialile yaya! Sicha esirove!
Wanangali wa wabaseve,Niiye wamulile!
Emenyele buli abira! yakhaba mukisumu!
Ese beve! ese beve! ese beve!ese beve!
By-Alexander Opicho
(From Lodwar, Kenya)
[email protected]
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 5:56 AM UTC
It all started ng maging adik ako sa ALDUB!! (the love team of Alden and Yaya Dub) well, he is too! Kasi dun kami nagkakilala. Una pa comment-comment lang kami sa Eat Bulaga facebook page before. And this guy, there is something about him, (something that is so captivating) at parang hinahatak akong tingnan yung profile niya. Kasi ang galing niyang mag comment, yung POV niya yun ang nakakuha ng attention ko talaga!!
So I viewed his profile though i know its a fake account because it was named blah, blah, blah!
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
Children are lucky because they have
A Grandma and a Grandmama
Nonna, Mhamó, Abuela, Bibi
Babcia, Giagiá, Avó, Oma
Nagymama, Mormor, or Kuku wahine
Are names of love for their Nan
O baachan, Babushka, Tutu, Halmeoni
Are certainly not names for a man
Ouma, Savta, Bubbi, Geema
Nai Nai, Nona, Gramms and more
Bomma, Mawmaw, Yaya, Nana
If I keep going you’ll think I’m a bore
All names for their Grandma
The one they adore
That special someone
Who’s love to the core
She plays with them, cuddles, and keeps them all warm
She feeds them, she rears them takes over the chore
But all of this just to say, lest we forget
Grandmas are LOVE LOVE LOVE and more
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Two poems written by my great niece Layla for my sister (her grandma, whom she calls Yaya) and me, whom she calls Lur.
She wanted to use my real name and she sounded it out. Lura is what she came up with. I love her so much and when I read her poems my heart melted. I told her I would share them and she got
so excited. She wants her feed back so have at it. fyi, she's 9 years
old going on 20!
For her Yaya....
Yourself
Awesome
You're the best
Awesome grandmother
and mine....
Loving
Unique
Radiant
Amazing story teller
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 4:28 AM UTC
Some times I catch myself smiling as I look at her.
My sister, deep in concentration hardly notices.
She is no procrastinator! If it needs doing, get it done.
That's my sister. Loyal, smart, strong. She is woman.
That's what a real woman looks like.
She is beautiful. She is wise. She takes no ****
She has a silly side. Some times her mind is in the gutter.
She makes me laugh. She keeps me honest.
I would be lost without her. She's my best friend.
Her daughters agree, she is an amazing mom.
She raised them alone. She never puts herself first. Ever.
She is a wonderful Grandma too. Yaya is what she's called.
No one beats her at anything. Especially loving her family.
We get on her last nerve and still she takes care of us.
One day I know we will have to be apart. For a while at least.
I dread that day. I fear it. Not because she won't be here to care for us, but because she won't be here. She won't make me laugh or yell at me to move my body. She won't be laying in her bed with the t.v on playing games on her phone ignoring the t.v but content with the background noise.
She won't insist on sharing a room with me even if there is an extra room. She says she'd miss me. I love when she says that. I feel special, loved.
That's my sister. I'm so lucky to have been blessed with her. I love her so much. That's all I wanted to say. Just wanted to tell any one that wants to know it, that there is a lady in this world that is amazing and wonderful and kind and smart and capable of anything she puts her mind into. And I love her with all my heart.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
Mama is gone
Mama isn’t coming back
Ever again
Mama can’t be trusted to drive
Anymore
Mama is gone
And that will never change
She gonna stay gone no matter what
Even if I wanted to change it
Mama is gone
She is never coming back
Yaya still cries
Abuelo just forgets
And I tell them
Mama is gone
She is never coming back
Mama can’t be trusted to drive
She can’t turn back
On the straight road she drives on
She took too many lives before going
So Mama is gone
Abuelo just forgets
And I cry with Yaya
But I know
Mama is gone
She is never coming back
She doesn’t know how to turn
Even if she knew
She couldn’t turn back time
To be with us again
Mama is gone
I will never see her again
Until I am gone too
Mama is gone
And Yaya still cries
As Abuelo forgets
I will remain crying alone
As I know
Mama is gone
And she is never coming back
Even if she could turn
Time will never change for her
Until we meet again
But for now I will stay until
My time comes
For me
To be gone
Too
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
Matakin nasara hakuri.
matakin mutuwa kakari.
Matakin tauna hakori.
abin yin faskare ne gatari.
Kowa yana gudun hatsari.
Uwa da yaya sai bari bari.
Mara wanka kullum sai kari.
A cinye gona sai fari.
Yabanya Allah ya fishheki fari.
Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 1:37 AM UTC
_Akwai sama a cikin sama
A can samaniya Allah ne sama
Shi yake komai da ganin dama
Shi ne makagin hagu da dama
Rana da wata, ya bar su alama
Mahaliccin halittu da dama
A cikin halittu na sa har da Adama
Daga Adamu ya yi yaya nasa masu kama
Wasu da kiba wasu kuma rama
Tabbas! Tsarki ya tabbata ga mai rahma_
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC