Long Nene Poems
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851.
My Christmas & New Year 2023 Message for my Family
(1) For Tatay, mahal na mahal kita…
Pasensiya na…
Kung dito ko sinasabi hah…
Pero sana iyo itong mabasa o makita…
(2) Salamat talaga sa suporta…
At pagmamahal simula,,,
Nung ako ay bata pa…
Salamat sa marami pang iba…
(3) Sorry talaga kung…
Sumasagot ako sa iyo kung minsan…
Sana iyong maintindihan…
At hindi iyon kalapastanganan…
(4) Hayaan mo…
Kapag regular na ako…
Sa aking trabaho…
May “treat” ka lingo-linggo…
(5) For Nanay, mahal na mahal kita…
Pasensiya na…
Kung dito ko sinasabi hah…
Pero sana iyo itong mabasa o makita…
(6) Salamat talaga sa pag-aaruga…
At pagmamahal simula…
Nung ako ay bata pa…
Salamat sa marami pang iba…
(7) Sorry talaga kung…
Sumasagot ako sa iyo palagi…
Sana ikaw ay makaintindi…
At hindi iyon pang-aapi…
(8) Hayaan mo…
Kapag regular na ako…
Sa aking trabaho…
Babayaran ko mga utang mo…
(9) For Nene Angel, mahal kita…
Pasensiya na…
Kung dito ko sinasabi hah…
Pero sana iyo itong mabasa o makita…
10) Salamat talaga sa pagsuporta…
At pagmamahal simula…
Nung tayo ay bata pa…
Salamat sa marami pang iba…
(11) Sorry talaga kung…
Inaaway kita kung minsan…
Sana ikaw ay makaintindi…
At hindi iyon pambu-bully…
(12) Hayaan mo…
Kapag regular na ako…
Sa aking trabaho…
Ako na bibili ng maintenance ko…
(13) Sa aking pamilya…
Mahal na mahal ko kayo talaga…
Salamat talaga nang marami hah…
Sorry sa mga pagkukulang ko't iba pa,,,
Sinasabi ko ito sa inyo dito…
Hindi bilang pagpapakitang-tao…
Ung iba kasi nagpo-post lang ng ganito…
Kapag nasa burol na ang sinasabihan nito…
-12/13/2023
(Dumarao)
*with guidance from the
Our Mother of Perpetual Help
Banquet of people like wildflowers, shemales swaying thier county sides from left right, funky cat shoes, bikinis
all that stuffs, some religious ones were odd though.
Every male manning his Oars. Things seem clearer now .
Some smiling in between pains, some laughing while
the pain is under, some buying attitudes some selling .
They say "life is such a business," "buh what think u?"
Me!," "what u do with it today is what u get from it the
Morrow & what u do away today is what u
do without the Morrow."
Suddenly Nene came, but Dada has just gone on a sudden journey
never to return. Momma is lonely and I can't comfort her.
Lola is a bleeding heart and Junior has marked another sexy figure.
So I roadbed my phases & titled it " three phases of my life "
"experience is a name that men give to their mistakes"
37.
Ode to the Flower of January 2011
Got two flowers before thee
From Uncle Jake's eulogy –
The first one was yesterday
At ‘bout twelve-thirty midday
In front CapSU-D Admin
Where with others ‘twas standin'
But inside my shirt's pocket
Pumped already when I get
So this day his burial
While in offering floral
When with others I aligned
Got another of same kind
Along with “Lead Me Lord” song
Unnoticed amidst the throng
After got the second one
At post-necro sun was gone
To cemetery onward
For minutes, rain poured so hard
Carless, like us, stopped awhile
Till sun again showed its smile
Burial to be continued
On cemetery we should
After Uncle Jake's son cried
Last bundles I picked with pride
Thought me I'll change my flower
But oh! I'd to turn over
And oh! Poked Nene Intan
I got again another one
Of same color, same specie
White orchid – I got with glee
Then finally, I threw it
Inward my Uncle Jake's pit
Yet now that I have my third
Its origin turned absurd
Confusion into my mind
Memory wants a rewind
From where did I really take
This orchid for Uncle Jake –
Was it from those turned over?...
Or from the stem thrown under?...
Anyway, this white orchid
Is for sure my greatest bid –
It heard the priest's liturgy
Being teacher's praiseworthy.
-01/22/11
(Dumarao)
*wants a unique poetry habit: Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
A damsel looked at me , she said
"Jerome hi," and I just said "hello" but she isn't letting go her eyes lash off me. I don't know why she comes around often,
Though am good at maths a little, Lola she is fondly called.
She made me believe I had tiny heirs on my upper lip, they call
It mustache. Lola's father sterns at me, her momma smiles at me,
my momma frowns at her, my Dada smiles at her.
I thought I liked Lola, then Junior came and she left with him.
I cried a little then Momma said" forget about her, Nene will come."
So with bleeding heart, emotional tattoos inscribed on my neural,
I bubbled out like a golden Tilapia fish from the deep & dived
into the third phaze.
I found myself in a very big hall, no uniform like former times. "What! Why?" Rhetorics