experimental poem

pagkilala sa malayang makata








pagkilala sa malayang makata

 

 

 

kapwa sa kapwa

laban kung laban

 

ganyan itong himagsikan

 

 

—lipunan

 

 

 

hawak kong matalim

balak ay parating maitim

 

sarili ang tutugisin

 

 

—alipin

 

 

 

 

ordinaryong mundo

pagpili ng wasto

 

 

hindi matanto

 

 

—abo

 

 

 

bukas na isipan

malayang tahanan

 

sakim na tanggapan

 

 

—eskwelahan

 

 

 

pagkaing may kulay

kutsarang taglay

 

hapag-kainan

ay tamlay

 

 

—lamay

 

 

 

 

 

ngunit heto na ang

marmol

sa haligi at dingding

igiginugol

 

masuleo ang

tagapagtanggol

 

 

—ataol

 

 

 

tugon ng kalawakan

puso't pakiramdam

 

kaluluwang

hindi nagpaalam

 

 

—inaasam

 

 

 

langit at lupa

sa taong nagdududa

 

ang daming kinikita

 

 

—malaya ka sana








a moral attribute on a silent night when rats are afar








a moral attribute on a silent night

when rats are afar

 

 

 

 

 

as some fain would regroup

themselves to

shun western civilization

to humbly ascertain

a supreme level

of sophistication

 

or refinement

 

 

as both shared a value

called garden paths

and farm tracks

only to boastfully

till them in the

zone

 

 

a no-go

indeed








likened to a weekender bag

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

likened to a weekender bag

 

 

 

it took me, like you took me,

and when I had taken you

 

..for granted

 

 

 

it always seemed like

holding up that

glass,

for a toast

 

but aren't we drinkers,

you may ask?

 

 

 

I pooled in my

moneys and have

not paid the landlord

because here's my anxiety:

socialism and communism

are planned

by the moral overlord


 

how can we survive

my gentle blowball,

in this shifty stream of

consciousness?

 

 

 

but my being logoleptic

is crucial,

lets me save myself


of a semiotic-

turned-poetic

 

..exulansis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by and dedicated to A. or sometimes known as M. (a private individual who might be using a handle or just a chat name, as her digital profile, projected online or cybercultural persona or a cyber life).

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Celestial Bodies and God's Clock (A Taglish Poem)








Celestial Bodies and

God's Clock

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Parang mga kamay

kong nananakit

ngunit tinitiis

parang arthritis

 

Parang mga kape

sa sikmura ng bawat

taong nananabik

sa inuming acidic

 

Gusto ko lang naman

maunawaan

ang kalawakan

at ang araw at buwan

 

Upang sa gayun ay

malaman

ang katiyakan

kung nasaan ka man








 

 

Si Buwan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Si Buwan

 

 

Gusto ko siyang bisitahin

kahit sa panaginip

lang

 

Ngunit ihip

ng hangin ayaw

mapigilan

 

Parang ang aking

buwan ay

lumulutang

at nang-iiwan lang

 

Marahil

hindi sa isa't-isa

itong namatyagan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by G. (but maybe her real name starts with a J.).

 

Reedited 05.30.2025 [04:52-04:55] Added the hashtag/tag #anaxiphilia, #emerveillement, & émerveillement; 05.28.2025 [20:04] Reedited tags/hashtags (due to a copying and pasting mistake)

alon (In Tagalog language, in small letters..different from a similar title of a previous work, but not in contrast with it)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

alon



 

sapat na ba ang

ulap sa dalampasigan

upang ang dagat

ay ating masisilayan


 

araw ang pagbigkas

buwan ang pagluwas

parang namumutawing

bibig at tamlay ng bisig


 

bigyan mo pa ako

ng rason

upang ako ay huminahon








boketto








boketto

 

 

 

she was adamantine
in her determined
efforts in achieving a goal



It zapped the pesky fly
abuzz all day, all night
for this little guy



Whoever did it was that
girl who sees through
each and everday's end goal



It amazes me, —to see

the deeper end of

unconditioned scenes

which signify



the world we live in—








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by & dedicated to R. S.

 

Reedited 05.28.2025 [23:03] I've added the hashtag #behavior modification

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untitled

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

untitled







it is our gentle
strides along the shore
after all



nothing like
escaping our
personal persecutions
like fences
are so tall



we held each other's hands
like broken vessels
as if crushed, fine sand



at least in these trials and tribulations,

moments

help us understand



that we are still roaming around

this earth like spirits

surely reincarnating



this view is telling me
how rocks are cute pebbles

which can be awe-inspiring



bidding farewell
seems another
wonderful story
to tell



songs that play forever
but


life that's duller can be
fuller, brighter



—like a creative healing miracle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to N./Inspired by N.

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beach bunny








beach bunny






it's rare to find a
cute bunny on a beach
with a tropical rainforest
climate


often the
price for the
oceanside homes
skyrocket


but why?


I'd like to contemplate
but escape
is just a word that
resemble a getaway


yet the
dreaded city streets
in my town
seemed a trap


are we all
getting stuck
just like that?


—That's what's up



where else
would I want
to go, if you may ask


It's not that my
already dimmed skin
wanted to bask


in the amber sky
but this can also sound
like doing a task


And if you OR I shall
cry one day when we
figured it is a cask


a picturesque view
it is not anymore
something that we can

still mask








ocean, oceanview, oceanside, beach, beachfront, amber sky, seashore, shore, sea

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to N.

 

Reedited 05.04.2024 [02:15] (Added a hashtag #escapism to the "Tags" box/space provided.)

 

Reedited 05.02.2024 [23:51] ("no longer"= "still" - I replaced a double negative in a verse, which was unnoticed before during its composition; therefore I had simply replaced "no longer" with "still")