Best Saya Poems
Sa muling pagpikit ng mga mata,
Dagling magbubukas ang panaginip,
Saglit akong mawawala,
Tungo sa kalawakan ng aking isip.
Tayo'y muling magtatagpo,
Sa gitna ng pagkakaidlip,
Sana'y di na magkalayo,
Pinipilit ko, pero isa ka lang kathang-isip.
Doon kung saan ikaw ay parang tunay,
Doon kung saan hawak ang iyong kamay,
Sana naman sa totoong buhay,
Makatagpo nang isang tulad mo.
Hilumin mo na ang sakit ng pag-iisa,
Buhay ko, bigyan mo na ng saya,
Marahil ngayon, isang ilusyon,
Balang araw mayroong tutugon.
Hanggang sa muling paglalakbay,
Makaharap ka na nang tunay...
Hi JOSEPHINE, KAMUSTA KA NA?
SIGURO nagtataka ka kung bakit ako sumulat
PASENSYA NA, pero WAG KANG MAGTATANONG,
WAG NA, dahil magiging BULAG, PIPI at BINGI,
Lang ang damdamin ko sa paghinga,
AWIT NG PANGARAP na PANGARAP LANG
LIGAW tingin akong humahanga
Nang literal na nagkabanggaan
Nadaig ko pa ang JEEPNEY LOVE STORY
Parang PASKO SA PINAS nang ang pagtingin ko ay natali
I JUST CAN”T SAY kung ano na
Ang mga sumunod na pangyayari
CHINITO kong mga mata, sa’yo lamang nakatitig
PROMISE wala ng iba akong mahihiling
IKAW LANG TALAGA
PANIWALAAN MO crush na kita noon pa
Aking inaasam noon na AKIN KA NA
magkaHAWAK-KAMAY sa pagbuo ng TELESERYE na ALAALA
IKAW AT AKO lang wala ng iba
Pero kaya lang, sayang…
Napalitan ng sawi ang pagkahibang
Dahil KAHIT KONTI noon di mo man lang pinansin,
PAG-IBIG ko sa puso mo, napagog na sa kakaTIME-IN
AWAY BATI o COOL OFF, PILI KA LANG
Pero ‘DI NA GANUN, wag na lang
BAKIT NGA BA? IF YOU GO, PAG-AYAW MO NA at lumayo ka na
HAHANAPIN KITA… pagmamahal ko sana ang naging SANDATA
Pero wala ka na
WHAT ABOUT US? Wala na…
DI PA HULI ang lahat? Huling huli na…
BABAY, B.A.B.A.Y. na!, KAHAPON LAMANG ang saya-saya ko pa
And IF WE FALL IN LOVE sa isa’t isa sa ibang panahon
Hihilingin ko sa MESSIAH na sana tayo na lang sa maghapon
TAO LANG AKO, naiinlove, nasasaktan
Pero MAHIRAP TALAGANG MAGMAHAL NG SYOTA NG IBA,
EVEN IF meron ka ng iba,
Pag-ibig ko sayo ay hindi mawawala,
SALAMAT sa panahong tayo’y nagkasama
Sa nakaraan, Di na ko makakaTAKAS… Di na yata…
HABAMBUHAY kong dadalhin ang sakit
HIMIG NG PAG_IBIG sa ALAPAAP , sa TALA na lamang nakaukit,
Kaya SABIHIN MO NA ang gusto mong sabihin
Pero “mahal kita”
Salitang hindi ko na maaawit,
Nandito na lang ako MAGHIHINTAY,
Pero hindi na tayo magkakaLAPIT
dedicated...
to Josephine " YENG" Constantino
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Ikaw ang nagsimula, kailan ma'y 'di na mamawala
Dahil sayo' y binuo mo ang mundo
Ang ngayon ang bukas, ang pagkadakila
Mula sa isip, hangang sa entablado
Lunan ka maging sa saya at dalita
Pati na sa larawan milyong diwa ang tinuro
Ganyan ka kamakapangyarikan-Wika
Salamin ng kasaysayan, landas ng bukas
Dugong pagkakakilanlan, ang nilikha
Ginto sa lupa, sa tubig ay hiyas
Iyong Pinagyaman silang mga dukha
'Di dahil sa bilang kundi ika' y likas
Pinag-ugnay ang araw at buwan gamit ang pluma
Ganyan ka kamakapangyarikan-Wika.
The body mind and soul in divine material consciousness,
Unleashes false ego annihilating awareness;
But nature inherits all the ingredients of true dharma,
While "I" individuals contemplate they perpetrate karma;
Between dharma and karma it is the knowledgeable Saya,
That remains unattached to the ever evasive Maya.
Nahahapis ka na't nadurusta,
Nagdaralita na't walang tuwa,
Kaylan ka magigising dalaga
Sa pagkakaidlip na 'lang saya?
Natitika ang butihing langit,
Naghihingalo sa hapdi't sakit,
Hanggang kaylan mamimilipit
Sa ganyang dalahin na kay pait?
Kung pag-ibig sa kanya ay ganyan,
Kung purong luha iyong hantungan,
Kahit tatap siya'y kailangan,
Dalaga, pandama'y paglabanan.
Pumiglas ka sa imbing pag-ibig,
Layo sa sumab'kay'ng mapandaig,
Laya sa irog na mapanlupig,
'Wag hayaang sa hukay makabig!
A samurai knows when to take off his armor..
That is when there is more honor to be won from the battle he fights..
I've taken off my armor..
It now hangs on my wall..
I bow in respect to it everyday; for it has witnessed many battles and has
withstood many blows..
I put down my Katana*..
It is back in its Saya*..
A weapon no longer needed..
For a warrior long defeated..
*Katana: A Japanese sword
*Saya: A katana's sheath
There is still time, to re group, the troop,
The very root
That’s the real deal,
For it is a holy field!
Remember always, it’s the root that supports the tree,
No matter how large the tree be,
That would be you and me!
The government is our servant,
Don’t you think it’s time we deserve it,
If so, lets us preserve it!
Guys, it’s like unrighteous salmon,
Going down the tree, and the tree is twiddle dee,
Don’t you see, that’s you and me!
It’s the unrighteous mammon,
That has, and will continue to cause the world’s famine,
Carried by the salmon,
Down the tree,
That will spoil the root, you see!
The government above government,
The cover of government,
Is God who is love above, the gov!
God the big picture,
Not the elixir,
Of the harlot,
Of scarlet!
Now Isaiah saya, God saya,
My thoughts and my ways,
Will blaze, my says.
My love is source,
Of course.
You have a wal-mart of heart,
Go there,
And you will declare,
My! The abundance of the supply,
It’s higher than the sky!
But why, do you leave it on the shelf,
Un till nothing is left,
Of the mind’s kind!
If you would go to my Wal mart,
Into your heart,
To start.
Love’s kind in time,
Would change your corporate mind,
To a blue and true,
That is really you!
Let us not talk about Obama,
Let us be a little calmer.
But God above is the bomber
And the comma!
Obama will for now do,
To pursue,
God’s view!
Our nation’s complacency,
Is what caused our vacancy,
Of course, of love’s source,
And this could eventually cause a divorce!
There is a higher reality,
Which is of love’s vitality,
Higher than the mind’s reality,
Minus any vitality!
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Zigzag criss-cross sculptured archipelago love exchange
Mountainous scapes interrupt the coastal contemplation.
Sands, like peerless pure pearls, split and spread into a dune range.
Glee and glow with gorgeous islands in scenic temptation.
Our faith is strong like igneous, and metamorphic rocks
Like our rare gems, our spiritual jewels radiate
We grow in communion with animals, fish, birds, and flocks
With rice, rhy, wheat cool weathers, our will and wish are temperate
With multiple languages, Alleluiah too is our tongue
With Baro't saya (shirt and skirt), we have our baptismal wear
Cariñosa, Tinikling, and Singkil of old and young
Unite places and people into Almighty God's heir
Amidst the posh panoramic play of cosmic wholeness
Philippines bears innately brim-filling divine fullness.
fter nine episodes
Our new generation must know
The whole thing started
With President Carter
Who was in the Commander's chair
And the computer dreamers were setting off Internet flairs.
Billed as a trip back to the matinee cinema of decades ago
It was a marathon sci fi adventure picture show
Star Wars it was called
And the movie industry was in awe
Starting off in the middle
This space air force tale was all the twitter
Starring one who made a mark with the name Hamill
During a time when Dorothy was not in Oz but doing a camel
Then there was Eddie's little girl
Who was cute as a pearl
Add a hunk named Han solo
This fantasy project was a Go Go
Light years past with everyone taking other gigs
But when duty called the troupe made the franchise their digs
With the final one released
And the storm troopers are now resting in peace
Taking over the Jedi force
Is Daisy Ridley who just graduated from the light saber course
Carrying only one-word name right
Rey dug in her heels with all her might
As she fought a fight that was her descendants’ plight
But this seemed to be all a dream with all the work in front of a green screen
Geared to an amusement park ride
The latest Star Wars entry tried
It was nice the characters brought everything home
in a saga where everyone found a friend when they are alone
After nine episodes the credits have run
Saying goodbye since the good guys won
Skywalker, R2D2, C3PO, Chewy
Your mission is complete
And Vader no longer has heat
Han and Lea what can we saya
Besides we hope Lucas now can a paya
Now with everything in the can
And you have created all these costumed hams
May the force be with you
and many thanks making all this look cool.
Rude andcrude andineffective
The duffle bag is blue with a logo
From a tent making place eye can say that the Apostle Paul gave it to me
because he was a tent maker and man of means in a cold dark place preaching
religion and stopping the villagers of ROME from building temples made of stone
to worship PAUL hisself as GOD.
The old man suffers when the young ones want. Eye heard the little boy inside
the gang there must have been about fifteen of them all told and they were not
mean but having no gold they must survive eye heard him saya OH LOOK there
is my bag that’s my bag is what he said eye hope he don’t ever try to make this
thing that eye have found to turn it into gold because its mine this old man found
and scrounge is better than a gang and take this poem is for FOUND things.
Jika saya tidak mempunya dia,
Hidup saya akan berakhir.
If I didn’t have her,
My life would be over.
Tidak akan ada warna.
Tidak akan ada yang menarik
There would be no color.
There would be nothing interesting.
Hidup tidak akan berbaloi untuk dijalani.
Hidup saya akan berakhir.
Life would not be worth living.
My life would be over.
Na shaad na baad na azmey aleshaan
Na akhovat na hamdardi Pakistan ka nizaam
Har ja har so badmashon ka istaqbaal
Thano kacheriyon adalton me chalta hai maal
Ye afsoos ka maqaam kahan hai saya zuljalaal?
Note. Na Zindagi shama ki sorat na naiki ki tamana
Jahalat Kay andheray mein har fard yahan Alam chana.
Lesson. Pakistan is not a welfare state and the weak
Have no access to justice. We are living in an unequal
Society where the rule of law no longer covers the poor.
Saya meri baiti hai Chandrakanta aapki maala have fun.....?
Time yantra tantra mantra
Not my sister sorry.
.. just a human body
Natraj
Jagdish bajantri
Aghori mhabharamnad
You know me na open not now
My first Granddaughter Saya
I got to hold you
That it made my heart whole
You are growing fast
Which is an awesome blast
I love you so
As each day goes
Hugs for you
And kisses to
I miss you
319.
Ikaapat na Araw ni Papa Francisco sa Pilipinas
Enero Diez y Otso, Dos mil Kinse
Kayrami paring mga sumalubong sa kalye
Unang tinungo Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas
Tuloy parin ang pangaral at pagbasbas
Nakipagkita mga pinuno ng ibang relihiyon
Humingi ng pag-unawa at kapayapaan sa mga nasyon
Nakinig sa hinaing ng mga kabataan
Inalo isang batang babaeng luhaan
Huling tinungo ang Grandstand sa Quirino
Kung saan may pinakamaraming dumalo
Tinig ng koro nakapangingilabot
Mensahe ng Dios abot na abot
Oh anong saya nang tawagin ng Santo Papa
Na dakila ang aming munting bansa
Ngayong kapistahan ni Santo Niño
Kanyang ipinaalaala halaga ng mga bata sa mundo.
-01/19/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection