Thursday, March 20, 2008
Haikus In Tagalog
Sa HardinSang paruparo
Pumagaspas sa rosas
Sakit ng tinik
PalakaMga palaka
Sa tubig nagtampisaw
Kumabog ang n’yog
PansamantalaNamatyagan ko
Alindog ng ‘yong mata
Takipsilim na
Ang Pagdating
Nagmamadali
Hangad makadating ka’gad
Hintay lang mahal
AlaalaHaplos ni ina
Dampi ng halik sa’kin
Amoy bulaklak
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Haikus
MorningFierce light pierces through
The morning haze and green blur
Your yawn woke me up
AdieuColored prints of you
Arrayed on doilied cover
Sonic boom explodes
DisorderA pool of water
Is stirred by a maya bird
A gunshot resounds
Holy Week
Suntanned revelers
Frolic in raucous delight
Jesus impaled sweats
StruggleHigh atop a hill
The world looks bright and cheerful
Worms creep up to see
TwilightShrilling cries like drills
Cicada’s dirge close the day
Light sinks with the sun
Hope
I saw her today,
Aloof but with a coy smile
Now my cellphone rings
GrandsonsDustin and David,
Mischievous apos both ten
Oops! A Ming vase breaks
Slot MachineIcons tumbling spin,
Flashing light and ringing bells
Sadly I drove home
The WakeFunereal fragrance wafts,
Midst earnest sobs and clasped hands
Snuffed candle falls
Expectant
Tired eyes squint in wait,
Faint sounds make feeble ears stand
Youthful yells break out
Monday, March 17, 2008
Loss
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Saturday Morning
My mind ambled in strange arbors
How faint my heart feels
Here she comes across the trellised walk
Afraid my beloved Circe will glare
Beneath the bowers there’s no place to hide
The yellow bells are too weak to help
I will have to face without looking her in the eye
For discomfited countenance and limpid eyes betray
I have erred but not too much I think
Run away, I could be braver some other day
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Spare the Children
Alleluia! a star is seen again in the east
Ladies in off-white hoods and tonsured shepherds
Flock to see such heavenly sport
Our champion is here, the long nights of waiting done
Stow away the loin cloths in your closets
Rejoice for answers to orisons now dawning
Scourge the unbeliever, let no one deny our hero
He has to be, for it is written, don’t you think?
Sound the trumpets and beat gay tambourines
Clash the cymbals to deafen the doubting mass
Herd the innocent as witness to convince self and many
Mindless of the Master’s lesson not to lead them astray
“Unless you become like children…” now reversed
Children are led to serve obsessed truths of jaded men
Alas, if superman sheds off his camouflage cape
The guiltless now betrayed, will purity be restored?
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Chiaroscuro
The Wind
The wind told me you’re leaving today
With voice so harsh it laid trees bare
The wind told me you’re leaving today
Hissed through the vines its ill tidings
You can’t leave today my love
Not when the bougainvilleas are in frolic
You can’t leave today my love
Not when the orchids are in a festive glee
Even in the morrow you cannot go
For the fruits will be in harvest then
Even in the morrow you cannot go
For the arid sod awaits your benediction
The wind told me you’re leaving today
Absurd! I said to this malignant tale
The wind told me you’re leaving today
Ill wind begone… was my incensed cry
The Scent of Onions
Behold an onion out from a hat
Was eager to be put in a pot
It is the only one said the chef
And the dish will not be good without
It was an ungainly sight to see
Skin so dried and dirty splotches wrap
This will do cried the kitchen staff
After a wash and ugly layers peeled
Its humble bulbous shape
Seemed innocuous at first sight
But each layer peeled spewed bile
And pungent rot reeked out
The dirty layer peeled
Gave sight to more dirt inside
And they peeled on with hope
That no more dirt be found
So eager to get the dish begin
With cheers from all
Peeled on til putrid essence squirt
Everyone with unfelt tears did shed
Peel off the dirt they said
But each layer found dirt anew
Now wafted redolence pervade
But still they cheered
We need an onion no matter what
The one we have looked good despite
But dubious ones are better than none
So there the need has been satisfied
Heroes and onions are hard to find
Once one is found we lionize without delay
Feet of clay and checkered past ignored
Oh Baal you have mesmerized us anew
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