Long Lang Poems
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Life at 21, do you remember it?
Things rush at you, hit you, from all directions.
Any small decision can turn into a major plot beat.
What are our lives anyway but the sum of our decisions?
Opportunities contract and expand around us, like breathing—
and what fills those lungs are our test scores and faculty opinion.
College is a land of dreams—we’re all dream catchers—on our own paths, but the paths are mazes shrouded in haze, tumblers in need of combinations, variants that we must learn and memorize though it drains our communal blood.
At test times, the silence in libraries and coffeehouses is deafening,
full, as they are, of hunched-back phantoms toiling on books or blue-lit screens. If it sounds stressful and dramatic—it is. It’s not a time to get raddled—it’s all a big test.
Your world contracts to the sterile and dry— the facts and the moments needed to gather and order them.
That’s why we love breaks. Fall, Summer, Christmas, Thanksgiving—any flavor—break.
In fact, Lisa and I are on break now, I’m typing, on a MacBook Air, in a helicopter, screaming towards Manhattan.
If we don’t die in this shaky, 250mph, 3000-feet out-over Long Island Sound, cricket-like contraption, we’re going to have a great time—if we do nothing but sleep, hug our families and eat turkey—a great time.
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Songs for this:
Little Hercules by Trisha Yearwood
Constant Craving by k.d. lang
Another year has passed by me and so much different then the last
ever since this Covid March I have been living out my house arrest
no outward smiles to show my love, no hugs no squeezes for my kids
like a Citizen of good I understood but yes, I almost flipped my lid
with every day that passes by I dream of yesterday's good chide
though nature walks and social talks are good, I have been tried
heart and soul I miss my family and friends, this is my prayer
that the New Year will arrive, and be our dragon slayer ...
Another year another Auld Lang Syne, I'm longing for the wine
an open sign that says yes come in, restaurants where I can dine
a shopping mall, a dancing hall, filled up buses with a kiss n' ride
maskless faces in a world of wander, with happy people at my side
Another year has passed me by, and I'm waiting, by and by...
Looking out my window at the snow falling softly
I am reminded of the passing of time
the new year can bring new beginnings
the new year always made me a bit melancholy
leaving the ones I loved and lost even further away
at least that’s how I feel every year when I hear
auld lang syne at midnight
I know life goes on
I know life is good
that moment of sadness and sweet memories
visits me during that song
I will not say goodbye to them
my heart swells for the missed moments
as I take a deep breath and wonder
what will this new year bring
locking those memories in my heart
Masakit isipi’t kay hapding lasapin,
Nang patotoong wala ka sa piling
Puso’y hapo sa luhog ng pagkalumbay,
Tanging gun’ta mo sa utak bumubuhay.
Giliw natutunaw akong nag-iisa,
Kapapangarap kong makapiling ka na.
Hirang ‘tong ‘sidhing nasasapit ngayon,
Nawa’y kahit hindi sadya ay malingon.
‘Ka’y drugang kumikitil sa pagkatao
Siya ring bumubuyo sa abang puso,
Giliw hirap ng kinasadlakan ngayon
Nitong lingkod mong dinig ma’y‘di malingon.
Hatid mo'y karalitaan nitong puso,
Saka iyak nang utak kong hapung-hapo.
Araw na ‘lang takipsilim wari’ng layo
Sa kahihinatna’y sa’kin maitungo.
“Wala ka!”, Wika nitong katutuhanan,
‘Di sumagi sa’yong puso na magmahal,
Giliw kahit na sadyang ayaw mo lamang,
Lingon lang ayos na akong sayo’y mangmang.
Form:
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España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ako lang naman yaong hamak na kapuluan
Sa kontinenteng Asya bandang timog-silangan
Na minsan mo nang dinayo at pinagkanlungan.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
‘Di ba't hindi ako ang marapat na sadyain?
Ika'y nagkamali sa dinaungang lupain!
Subalit bakit ka pa nagpumilit sa akin?
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ano bang nasilayan at ako'y binihag mo?
Ikaw pa ang naghandog sa akin ng ngalan ko
Bininyagan na maging Romano Katoliko.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Langis ng Kristiyanismo ako ay binuhusan
‘Di nga lang lubos dumaloy hanggang talampakan
Na kay Allah ay tali na noon pa man.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Tatlong daan, tatlumpu't taong alipin
Dugo't laman ko'y pinagpumilitang
bigkisin
Sa kultura't kamalayang dayuhan sa akin.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ano bang taglay mo't nagtiis din sa'yo?
Mga dantao'y inabot bago napagtanto
Pag-alpas na marapat mula paniniil mo!
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ginang ng karagatan kung ikaw ay turingan
Ako'y isa lang pala sa'yong anak-anakan
Na sa kapangyarihan mo'y nakipagkumpulan.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ngayon ay isandaan at sampung taon narin
Ang nakalipas nang ako ay iyong lisanin
Pero siguradong ikaw ay nandito parin.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Bayani kong si Rizal sa'yo ay nagtungo
Upang ipabatid ang aking panlulumo
Wika mo'y inaral ngunit balewala sa'yo.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ngayon ako naman kung nais maunawaan
Ang tulang ito na sa'yo ang patukuyan
Ang wika kong ito naman ang ‘yong pag-aralan.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
España, ako ba'y nasa iyo pang gunita?
-08/01/2008
(Miagao)
*for PI 100 under Sir Sansait
A place I Have Never Been
This place I travel to
Still I have never been.
I like the casual feel of your words.
I relish the smell of these streets.
Words extracted from your experiences.
I hungrily accept your invitation.
I come along with you to town,
to Saigon.
Although I have not traveled on these streets,
you somehow have made them
feel familiar.
I choose a red bicycle,
the one I wish I had when I was a child.
As we ride you salute the spirits.
I think “What a strange boy!”
You turn and smile and I think
“Maybe I am wrong?”
The incense of Lang Ong Shrine clings to me.
My linen shirt retains the scent.
Perhaps with a whiff I can come back here again?
You bike quickly
in a slow kind of way.
I feel pebbles beneath my tires.
I like the fortune tellers in the market, but I do not stop.
I’m afraid of what they might have to say. Did they for-tell that we would meet here on white pages?
I fear I will get lost
in the Ba Chieu Market.
If I speak who will understand me?
Am I willing to barter
for a strange bargain?
If I could,
I too would scale the walls,
Evade the police.
But I have no worry,
for I travel on
your waves of thought.
“Sandals Sunglasses and Hats!” your strings vibrate.
Me I catch your tunes.
Thoughts rise like balloons.
Red balloons, the colour of my bicycle, the bicycle I never had.
Yes I come along with you, to town.
Onto the dirt trails of Dong Ong Co.
I wish to meet your Dharma uncle at his Temple.
Am I being bold?
May we share a cup of tea?
In being here can my heart be healed?
Can I grasp bits of my lost self in a conversation that has not happened? Will Buddha offer me understanding?
I step gently
for I know I am your guest.
My breath incapable
of moving air in this place.
My footprints don’t disturb the dust.
Yet I have somehow arrived here.
Who does the Altar belong to?
Not to this white ghost
from a far off land.
Still I am thankful
Thankful for the invitation
to visit a strangely familiar land.
Inspired by Hai Phan’s beautiful poem”Come Along With Me”.
I thought about you today as I so often do.
I felt the sad familiar feelings
that will not go away.
You came to mind in a flash of memory
While I was doing something else.
I never seek these thoughts.
They seem a painful waste of time.
How can a memory of broken trust comfort a wounded mind?
Wise counsel claims that friends come and go
Like seasons of our lives.
And we must learn to ebb the flow.
Joyously we chased the tide
of communion in Spring.
Embracing the warming Summer sun
as we gathered the flowers of trust.
Life felt so safe together.
As we shared our allotted time.
A fleeting moment of hidden grace.
Then came the growing chill of Autumn
Catching us unprepared.
When sharing overwhelmed the trust we shared.
The turmoil came to wrest the very fabric of our commitment
From our weakening, vulnerable souls.
Worldly wisdom saves the day
How plein d'ostentation. -1
Telling us to grieve not companion’s loss.
If faithful friends come into our lives
for only a season,
It cannot be for a nebulous reason.
As each friend punctuates and seals the memories of our lives.
Every remembrance of moments shared
Must have had Godly intent.
The memory is deep inside me now,
Regretfully unfinished and abandoned.
God never wastes our training, our time, or our talent.
His wisdom is eternally purposefully present.
Teaching repentance and recompense.
Should we not reclaim this “auld-lang-syne?” - 2
692.
Gusto Ko sa Mamamayan ng Ating Bansa:
Ika-2 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ang Ika-2 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ay gusto kong isaisip ng mga mamamayan ng ating bansa
Ngalan ng Dios ay pakabanalin nila
Ito ay banal at nararapat sa pagtingala
Ngalan ng Dios ay pakabanalin ng mga mamamayang Pilipino
Ito ay pakabanalin sa ating mga puso
Pakabanalin ang ngalan Niya sa buong bansa na ito
At maging saanmang dako ng mundo
Ang pagpapakabanal sa Ngalan ng Dios Ama
Ay ipangaral sa lahat sa pamamagitan ng salita
Salita ang kaluluwa ng mg utos Niya
Kaluluwang bibigyang-katawan ng kilos at gawa
Gawa ang magsasabuhay sa Ika-2 Utos na ito
Gawin ito nawa ng mga mamamayang Pilipino
Hindi lang sa bansa nating ito
Kundi pati narin sa buong mundo.
-08/26/2019
*Gusto Ko sa Mamamayan ng Ating Bansa
(Holiday: National Heroes' Day…
intended to be in Tagalog for this Buwan ng Wika)
Above the clouds and disappearing skyline
I was jetsetting on an international airline
That’s when I met a handsome Mr. Einstein
No kin to Albert, nose most perfectly aquiline
Said he was looking for a concubine
The whole thing to be utmost clandestine
I accused him of bringing onboard some moonshine
Then he just whined and became somewhat of a swine
So I moved and sat next to charming Clementine
Offered me truffle chocolate I did decline
She then casually asked me to invest in her gold mine
Slipped me a form I refused to countersign
‘Twas awkward but the damage had been benign
I discreetly moved on to an empty seat just fine
Where I was greeted by glamorous Calvin Klein
Pointed to his window at a view sublimely alpine
Not another word was spoken, ‘twas utterly divine
I almost commented on the beauty of his ring so opaline
But opted to avoid a dialogue with risk to end up asinine
The silence was as grand and majestic as any shrine
I slept and rested with the help of a bit of wine
Got home in time to greet my favourite canine
And join in to sing Auld Lang Syne
Home Sweet Home, starshine of my lifeline
AP: 1st place 2020
Shaped in five-pointed star polygon
I moved in patriotic moron
Decorated both my daughter and son
Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon
Handsome looked like Triggered weapon
Equipped many sarcastic drones
Peace and dice belonging to the boss
Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss
Five elements resist and chaos
Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost
But Pentagon still emerged toss
Associated with mystery and hierarchy boast
Human rigid or human right?
Regardless of race, lies, ties and bright
Motherland addressed reason for fight
Nationality comes to grief of torch light
Haunted by the past of night
Country and shield governed tight
promoted fast hell flight
Auld Lang Syne means old long since
Pentagram said goodbye and flapped fins
Pentagon said: It is your sins!
Young bullets built from tax PIN
Penetrated the bodies upside down triple nine
Triple six went to ruins
They served corpse cuisine