Hounding his false dreams
Cared for grades than the lessons
Dispersed knowledge gained.
Loss of hidden pride
Inspires the damsel to shine
Flips hair, loves again
Inspired by RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge. Photo from Domestic Church.
Gazing at night skies
Thinking of old memories
Wounds turn fresh again
Photo credits to Wikipedia. A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.
My love ends neglect
Until my lungs exhausts, dries
Hope shall ever last
A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: ‘Love and Last’
Be pleased with thy jeans.
Don’t threaten tattered wallets.
Choose needs over wants.
A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.
If you are looking for great adventures,
Search beyond the boundaries and the comforts of the city
Carry within you the struggles of the marginalized and the poor
And in a united goal , watch with them a lengthy starry night.
I knew you had to always look through the window
Because the chills of dawn caused your bladder’s impending explosion.
Remember, endurance’s a prerequisite to long journeys along the road
But in a few hours more,the embrace of warm sunshine will be above you.
The sandy, sizzling environment of Mabalacat, Pampanga
Surrounded by long fences and monstrous signs of corporate entities
Wanting to build golf fields and the planned Clark Green City,
The starry night is, but in loneliness, will soon dash away.
Two mountains standing apart, connected with hanging bridges
Spark great fear of falling onto the hard rocks brought by lahar
But to reach the community one must brave the height
Because the mission’s fulfillment gives a warm sunshine.
The Aeta children welcomed the strangers with a facial beam
Without the thought that they might be oppressors
Or the right hand men of the capitalists or of the landlords
And in their beautiful eyes a starry night might glow.
Happily they sang the modern songs they hardly understood
Singing Frozen’s ‘Let It Go’ in a repeating stereo tone
Or idolizing Lyca Gairanod and all other ‘The Voice Kids’ renditions
Their melody touches like warm sunshine beneath the ears.
Most of them lined up inside the small, hollow-blocked room
Waiting for the doctor’s stethoscope to be placed above their chests
The babies cried, but the schoolers observed in an open-mouthed wonder
And just like the blinks of the starry night, they wished to hear their hearts too!
The adults spoke about their stories and histories
As they offered root crops and nutritious meals to the hungry
As they spared their bedrooms and pillows to the sleepy strangers
I knew the warm sunshine blessed their souls with hospitality and prudence.
Our Aeta brothers and sisters suffered from oppression
Through false representations of those empowered by the ‘seats’.
They have always wished for self-determination,
But instead experienced some unwanted alienation.
In development they were not against,
But only hoped for the promised sustainability
Where the neoliberal agenda shall not prevail
Over the indigenous people’s interest and of the masses.
During starry nights I shall remember the Aeta children of Marcos Village
And as stars glitter I shall always see the hope in their shy smiles
Their mountainous settlement shall remain their paradise
So that their warm sunshine won’t turn in a cold instant.
This poem was published at Sulo’s March 2015 Issue. “Starry Night; Warm Sunshine” is the metaphor used to describe the current lives and struggles of the indigenous peoples in the Philippines.
Sulo is the official newsletter of KATRIBU National.
Sharp beacon of light
Fielding great moments through clouds
Battling against height
A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge
Photo credits to http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/
In desire for war
Guts and strength overthrow fear
Fame is well achieved
A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge. Photo Courtesy of wikipedia.org
Love and the Universe
Orbits decree the farthest distance
And light years dictate the lowest chance
‘Cause I am Mercury and he is Mars
Revolving around a certain sun.
The stars die as the universe expands
Uncertainties conquer the realm
With Orion losing the last arrow in his arms
And notes of requiem, catching the breath of life.
Polar ends rotate and interchange
As love cripples out in mortal vain
Drying the tears of the ailing night sky
When the new dawn wishes to arise.
I made this poem earlier during our Political Science 150 class, while I was struck with boredom. The piece tells the story of unrequited love and of moving-on, both of which I had tried to relate with the natural events in the Universe and even in our planet. Moreover, I am writing this interpretation because this is one of the skills I had learned in Speech 11, one of the General Education (GE) subjects that I have been taking for this semester.
The first stanza simply states that the author and the one he loves are different, in terms of talent, socio-economic status, likes, and the others. The third verse subliminally suggests that the author and his beloved are both biologically male, as Mercury and Mars are both Roman gods which are masculine in nature. But the fourth verse says that despite their obvious differences, they share the same goals and dreams in life, which is figuratively represented by the sun.
The second stanza is much more emotional than the previous one. The first line,the stars die as the universe expands, means that chances to go nearer to the one you really love seemed to be so distant whenever opportunities keep on knocking on your doors. This could also be interpreted as an abrupt enlargement in your beloved’s circle of friends, which could increase the probability that he may not notice you.
The first line, moreover, is also a statement of failure. Thus, in verse 2, it is normal for the author to feel the plagues of uncertainties as he has his heart broken. This emotional challenge is even more emphasized in the third line, with Orion losing the last arrow in his arms, which symbolizes despair and depression. The last line of the second stanza looks like an oxymoron, with notes of requiem symbolizing severe distress and breath of life symbolizing hope. When both of these concepts are connected with the word awaiting, the author may have wanted to say that the encouragement and help of loved ones could mend at least the worsening pain of the heart-broken individual.
The first and the second verses of the last stanza mean that whenever we repeatedly fall in and fall out of love and get hurt, we also tend to change our perspectives concerning love. Moreover,the third and the last lines of the same stanza are interpreted as the moving-on stage and the return of true happiness.
How about you? How do you interpret this short poem of mine?
Background photo from http://virtualphotographystudio.com/
The room deviates from the customary
For silence’s a requisite to survival
But neither of us shall deny
The consequence of a dying love
The room throws us back again
To the moment where we began our affair
Lingering, clinging to each other’s arms
Prevailing sleep for once in a while
The room’s trapped in indiscernible vacuum
Petrifying strong structures to be voided
Shattering, drowning hearts loudly heard
Playing the music of unsung hymns and melodies
The room leads to yet another room
Where two creatures fated to spend honeymoon
But such has borne great witness too
Of love’s gloomy dusk to commence soon
Roses will be plain rubbish
If once blue skies kept turning grey
Doves can’t anymore fly northwest
Leaves won’t transpire in zest
Each moment that passes
Every glimpse you create
All actions you make
Desert me, breathless
No creature shall complain
When I gasp in pure despair
How shall I love thee
If you already took my breath away?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Image Search.”
Longing for your arrival
Waiting for a chance.
But no departures
Shall shatter our love.
The piles of rocks
From a speedy avalanche
I found myself
With heart racing
In terror, I screamed
But my voice seems
To only bouncing back
No one heard me
I only thought of
Letting the night pass by
The howling wolves
Terribly scared me
I thought of you
While jailed in ice
The next day
I don’t know why
But I woke up
In a hospital bed
And I saw you
Touching my forehead
“I’m here now. Don’t worry.”
For a boy who lives in the tropics
Though the surrounding’s torrid
And wet oftentimes
He waits for those falling leaves
To mark his season of writing
He watches the trees
That are opposite the window
But an autumn is so far away
Nor found in nearby states
So he keeps his wishes
Inside his heart, that someday
He could travel the planet
Or go to temperate zones
Like that of North America
And see how wonderful
As things keep dropping
One by one
But the reality is that
An autumn is so far away
He kept on reading about it
In books, in encyclopedias
And even defined it with
A handful of dictionaries
But a writer indeed knows
How to imagine scenarios
So he felt contented by waiting
For the rain to cry once again
Then he’ll see the green leaves
Dancing with the wind
Losing balance, falling
Swimming with the basin
The boy is now happy
Holding his pen up high
And begins scribbling.
Credits to http://blog.timesunion.com/ for the original photo!
Poetry by S.J. Takeshi
Your smiles’s enticing,
Invites me to spend
One more sweet day.
And fortnights pass
Kissing on thorned bushes.
Life’s filled with no regrets
Rolling ourselves on the bed
Shared each other’s glances.
Entering the coffee shop
Staring at you as you order;
Sipping the same drink together
While I’m wiping your lips.
Your smiles’s enticing
Persuades me to wake up again
For one more sweet day.
Forgetting all yesterday’s pain
As we linked our hands
Feeling the heat in your palm
Showing me your burning love.
Going out on Saturdays
Treating me with street food
Bringing me to places I never knew.
We stood by the corner,
Passed by long, narrow roads
But I knew and I am sure
I am in love with you.
And everytime you let me go,
Everytime you lose your smile
Ships sink, my world feels cold.
Today, I brought no ring
But here’s your popcorn, dear.
Kneeling in front of you,
To ask you to marry me.
Your smiles’s enticing,
Requests me to spend
One more sweet day.
And I am all the more willing
To share your pains in the past
And the uncertainties of the future
I can’t afford to lose your smile again
Stay forever with me.
And in this another sweet day,
Will you marry me?
A response to Daily Post’s Writing Challenge: Genre Blender; I used Romance as my genre and Poetry as my style.
A response to Daily Prompt’s Sweeping Motions
This isn’t a Harry Potter story
Or of some lovers sharing glory
I opened my phone, utters some voice
You said, where are you now?
But the calling time’s maximized,
So I clicked the red button.
The train driver had notified:
Taft Avenue, this is the end station.
I looked outside, sunset starts
And the clouds on the opposite side
Filled the skies with gloomy shade
I phoned you back again
Saying, wait for me there
You dropped the call; shocked to see me
As if I were a ghost, or a mystical wannabe
Our eyes interlocked, moments froze
We met by the rusty escalator
But with you, tightly holding a girl’s hand
Like I expected, she’s of beauty
Her posture’s great, complexion dominates.
Uttering a word, you cannot do.
She said, do you know each other?
You said no, so pain stabs me
We both nodded, but I was doomed
Then the rain heavily falls, shouts in thunders.
We both parted ways, soon after
All the rainbows slowly fade
At that transit’s end station.
‘Twas a big, rainy day
Friends come by and say hey
And all my clouds turned to gray
Finals will come by May.
My eyes locks at computer screen
Feeling nerd, I have been
Summer fades, stress release!
Playing games with ease.
At last, the exam was laid
On my chair’s desk, nerves break
I looked into the first query
My nose bled in fury!
I came across a pavement
Full of compulsive buyers and sellers
Of different garments.
Nervous, held my bag,
Fearing snatchers to pass by.
Suddenly I heard someone spoke
Her voice’s enticing, clinging into my ears
Her words: Buy this at low cost.
‘Twas a old woman, with black-grey hair,
Rugged clothes welcomed me.
Oh sure, Madam! said I.
This vial, said she, will let truth speak
Smoking around your victim!
She laughed; I became a crazy madman
Slowly, opened my purse
Gave her more than a grand
Say, thanks! And left.
And came to my bestfriend,
Removing the vial’s cork;
His breath was overpowered.
For a while, he felt dizzy
I said, Have you ever loved me?
I haven’t, his straight reply.
But at least,the truth has been spoken.
And lies no more linger on my veins.
A response to DAILY PROMPT’s Truth Serum
In response to Daily Prompt‘s Ready, Set, Done
Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
The professor said,
Pass your papers!
In a count of three
One … two.
But sir, I haven’t finished
Can’t seem to think
Things filing into bricks
Sleep is indeed
For the weakling
Care about me to rest?
No, my dear, no
You have to study
And prepare for
And for upcoming failures
My back will be laid
On our thick bedsheets
Finally, I’ll sleep!
You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
I sat down
For an interview
The breeze, so cold
Touches my hair
I looked around
The panel head
Speaks up, saying
I opened my mouth;
But when word’s uttered,
He speaks again,
I asked, Sir?
Four minutes only. he replied.
Gone into my head.
As I go ahead.
I didn’t hear myself,
Nor the sound of my breath.
I am … I remember.
And finally, they smiled
I now see those teeth
Flourishing white as pearls
Saying, Come back next week.
I said, Sirs?
Welcome to my home
Red carpet’s placed by the door
Welcome to my home
Little do I know
That you’re my brother
And you already have your own daughter
Let her sit on the couch
But let her pee there … never
We knew that you are clever
But you won’t be prevailing ever
This is my home
My house, my whole lot
Welcome to my home
Be now ready to suffer.
Daily Prompt: If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?
But true happiness revolves.
And everyone loves working
For the sake of a few pennies.
Yet several realize
Their sweat weren’t paid off
Then releasing stress
From gnawing pain.
My blood pours
With hours of lecture
With eating numbers
And leaving to school.
Now I sweep frustrations
Through writing prose
Or essential blogging.
If I earn while I learn
without thinking of work,
I’ll share my talent first
So that the world may know.
Daily Prompt: Remember the seven cardinal sins? You’re given the serious task of adding a new one to the list — another trait or behavior you find particularly unacceptable, for whatever reason. What’s sin #8 for you? Why?
Deception (The Eighth Sin): A Haiku
A man seeds deceit
Grows as he is not to be
The meaning of my haiku is that deception has been a rampant sin among us humans, though we sometimes fail to notice it. Some of us have duplicate versions of ourselves, which then made us harvest unripe fruits, such as fake friendships and broken homes. The more we commit deceit, the more we show others the less of our positive personality and more of our negative character. Thus, we all should unmask deception so that people would know who and what we really are in order to establish good relationship with others.