This hum, and its golden nectar
Of heady sound;
Shook down from where, drip on aired drip
Is healing found.
Awash but one, to this one bush
What's localized.
Best serving all, with all in bloom!
Peace, generalized!
The look of one abandoned
Blown, and screechy, through
A rouge's aired haunt, to.
Yet no discomfort therein
Prowls, as well, thought-free
Wonderment's, knows he.
A blush. And sweet of breath;
From out her own
Thymey and thick fielded
Aired nursery.
Earth mother's, a mother's
Seed. Lately sprung.
Fair stalk! One less, since then
Spun round, swarmed of
No held back visitor!
Butterfly. Bee.
Joint recalled. Flooded; drowned.
Rains, tears among.
Expressions of whom, sky-veiled
Diaphanous-aired
These weather changes
The Year arranges?
If not in moral conflict
Our patron, always
Moodily confess
None but this goddess.
Laughed, as I had, and quicker
More hilarious
Running to me, it was life.
Tension's escape valve.
Sentiment, end of school day's
Burstingly echoed.
First, a gate through; then wall on
Wall, neighbourhood-aired.
As stern, and as unprepared
Subdues, to dissolve.
Aired embellishment.
Musical sound.
Fog-cleared, of all a new-woke
Source of uplift, more vibrant
Flowering ground.
Can we, as lovers
State otherwise?
Live in the heart; bell-like rings
Relatably in tune with
These coos. Dove-size.
A park, fresh aired; and blowing.
Offers a friend's push.
The soul of a boy
Higher does upbuoy!
A green dark, thicker shaded.
Shooshes creek's own rush.
Though what scares boy more
Has just bursted o'er!
A homeward track; squelch by squelch.
Laughs with leaves down-flush.
Found; this boy at last.
As back from the past!
Out a lighter heart, Summer's
This feeling rises;
Wing'ed joy's. As what, warm aired
For this comprises;
Twixt a skied height, now bluer
A grassed, more golden
Dragonfly, hoverfly wisps.
Those of fairy wren.
Window; and a portal.
Strikingly magical.
The year's changeful skied and aired
Of one day's revolving.
Disorientated yet?
Amusingly I bet!
All those patters, colours askew.
Once so viewed a hand in .
Fear My Return
I went quietly,
like frost leaving a window,
like smoke loosening its grip on a room
no one aired.
You called it peace.
You called it closure.
You folded my name into drawers
with old batteries and bent spoons,
told yourself memory was a soft thing.
But I was only waiting.
Not in thunder
no drums, no banners
only in the slow arithmetic of wounds,
in the marrow’s patience,
in the stubborn seed beneath a stone.
You will hear me first
in the hinge that won’t stop singing,
in footsteps that echo one beat too many,
in the mirror’s refusal
to lie on your behalf.
Fear my return
not because I come with fire,
but because I come with truth.
Because I will wear your forgotten promises
like medals.
Because I will knock
with every hand you turned away.
I have learned the dark roads.
I have tasted silence until it spoke.
I have named the ghosts
you hired to replace me.
And when I stand again
in the doorway of your certainty,
with eyes sharpened by exile,
with a voice tempered like steel
you will know
I am not here for mercy.
I am here
to finish the sentence
you were too afraid
to hear begun.
Through that aired, for arms and legs
More so, and higher winged
For a depiction of grace
Its danced artistry
Look up. On a roof and sky
Effortless outlined.
Figurante's, flamingo's.
Who's is mimicry?
254.
Legasiya sg mga Pilipino
Aton sa liwat handurawon
Ang isa ka maragtason nga tini-on
Tini-on kon sa diin naghugpong kita
Agud tapuson ang diktadurya
Diktadurya nga sa aton nagpamigos
Naghatag sg kahadlok kg pag-antos
Gamit ang kamot nga salsalon
Mga krony naghari sa gobierno naton
Ang kahilwayan sa pagpahayag
Hinali nga natiphag
Naglala ang komunismo kg terorismo
Kg pagbayular sg kinamatarong sg tawo
Gani kita nagsinggit sa mga dalan
Nga ang gobierno dapat na islan
Kg sang ginpatay si Ninoy Aquino
Kg sang sa Sanap Election kita ginunto
Minilyon nga mga tawo naghugpong sa EDSA
Kg nagsinggitan nga “Tama na! Sobra na!”
Sa tunga sg mga soldado kg tangke
Imol, manggaranon, babayi, lalaki, estudyante, mga madre
Matawag ini nga isa ka mirakulo
Kay wala sg gamo kg nag-agay nga dugo
Isa ini ka rebolusyon nga mahidaeton
Inspirasyon sg tanan nga mga nasyon
Amo ini ang legasiya sg mga Pilipino
Nga dapat ipabugal sa tanan nga tawo!
-02/11/2014
(Dumarao)
*written this Evelio Javier Day in Panay…aired on Bombo News Analysis in Feb. 24, 2014
Imagine,
You’re skating in Central Park,
You’re 18,
Girls are pretty,
Imagine,
You are licking an ice cream
At Time Square,
You’re 18,
You’re 18
Imagine
your poem is famous ;
aired on radio,
Imagine,
You’re skating in Central Park,
You’re 18,
Girls are pretty,
Softer handed
Softer hearted;
And of thought, for their young too
Humanly kind;
As butterfly
As dragonfly
And all this miscellany
Frail-aired combined
Ourselves among
Agree as one:
"Let come, as close; but for joys
To be entwined".
Currently files are being surveyed..The ones that can be seen..Some will prove
To be ' anti-climatic ' i have no doubt on
That.' Some will have harmless content !
They will be discussed as the wars keep
Going, as the unrest bubbles and is reported on by.??? Well the same outlets
Letting us know there is not much that
Bad that happened.? Its helpfull that the
Sounds of rockets do not interrupt our
Train of thoughts..As we contemplate the
Fact that things may well be overhyped?
Like in twenty twenty btw.' I just cant seem
To remember? Who the culprits were.? Was that a war maybe? And if so upon whom.? Thank heavens we have a great information system..Is all I can think.? Oh
Yes another bill to sort out.' Must get busy
With the real imoortant stuff.'
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