Long Tagalog Poems
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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you
In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words
to say I love you?
In 53 languages
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet
Someday I may be able
?To say the simple words
?I love you?
In all know languages?
This will have to suffice for a start
So I will say it
?Loud, and clear?
Just so you understand:
I love you (English)
Mein tumse pyar karta hoon (Hindi)
?Tu Tane prem karoo chu (Gujarati)
?Ame tomake bhalo bashe (Bengali)
?Me tula premkarto (Marati)?
Hum apse mohabbat karte hain (Urdu
?Mein thoda prem karanga (Punjabi)
?Man Dooset Daram
(Persian)
?Ana Ahabik Yanooni (Arabic)
?Havala (Hebrew)
Yongchon(Chinese)
?Aloha (Hawaian)
?Cinta(Indonesian)
?Dangshinun sarang hayo (Korean)?
Ajo (Japanese)
?Kasih (Malay)
?Phom tirak khun krap (Thai)?
Akoay Paginghe ikou (Tagalog)
?Toi yeu ong(Vietnamese)
Renmen (Creole)
?Jesuis L’amour voies(French)
?Liefdle (Flemish)
?Estoy amor tu (Spanish)?
Yosono amore tu (Italian)
?Estou o amore tu (Portugese)
Dashuri (Albanian)
?Maiteizam (Basque)?
OBHYAM (Bulgarian)
?Ljubav (Croatian)
?Laska (Czech)
?Jeger en kaerlighed du (Danish)
?Ikben houden van jig (Dutch)
?Gra (Gaelic)
?Ich bin lieben tu (German)
?Agape/eros (Greek)
?Ami (Esperanto)?
Armastama (Estonian)
?Rakam (Finish)
?Envagyok szeretet te (Hungarian)
?Elska (Icelandic)
?Ejekirin (Kurdish)
?Milestiba (Latvian)
?Meile (Lithuanian)
?Eu dragoste tu (Romanian)
?JHOBOEL Lubush (Russian)
?Elske (Norweigan)
?Easka (Slovak)?
JBYBAB (Serbian)?
Jagdan karlek du (Swedish)
?KOYATH (Ukraine)
?Benin sevi sen (Turkish)?
Ahava (Yiddish)
Ngingu u thando ungu (Zulu)
*Paghuli ng Bulalakaw*
Minsan ako'y nakahuli ng isang bulalakaw,
at sa aking mga kamay inilagay
Ako'y lubhang napaso, nasaktan ng lubusan
kaya't aking itong pinakawalan...
Isang gabi, natanaw ko ang isang tala
na nagliyab sa himpapawirin
Akin lamang tinignan, at aking pinagmithian
Wari ko'y ngayon, tama ang aking ginawa.
July 23, 2010
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*Catching Falling Stars*
Once I caught a falling star
and cupped it in my hand...
It burned me so, it hurt me so
that I just had to let it go
Then one night, I saw a star
that blazed across the sky...
I looked at it, just wished upon it
and I knew that this time, I did right.
May 28, 2002
***********
Oddly enough I haven't really written any poems in
my native tongue, tsk tsk shame on me!!
(I've only written only ONE, wow)
& it's taking me forever to translate it to English
so, I decided to go about it the other way around
and translate an old poem of mine instead, & here
it is! My Filipino translation though is sort of rusty when
it comes to the flow of the poem (but hmm I guess
only those who know how to speak Tagalog would see that ^_~)
it's fun though so I just might try to write more translations!
Gert sure makes this look sooo easy!! ;)
663.
The 3rd Period of the American Era of Philippine History:
The Commonwealth Government
If from Spain, we sought our freedom through Revolution
From USA, we sought our freedom through Independence Mission
The foundation of our Commonwealth Government
Preparing the Philippines for becoming a nation independent
The fruitful delegations were the Os-Rox Mission
And the one spearheaded by Manuel Quezon
That mission of Osmeña-Roxas produced the Hare-Hawes-Cutting Law
While that of Quezon resulted to the Tydings-McDuffie Law
The Tydings-McDuffie Law called for Constitutional Convention
That later led to the drafting of our Constitution
When our Constitution we already accomplished
Our Commonwealth Government was subsequently established
The Commonwealth Government was led by President Quezon
It created new government offices and furthered its Filipinization
It made Tagalog as the basis of our National Language
It promoted social justice & granted woman suffrage
This is the 3rd Period of American Era – The Commonwealth Government
The preparation of the Philippines to becoming independent
The Americans would let go of our country in a friendly & dignified way
God wanted the Philippines a sweet separation from USA.
-05/22/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
695.
Gusto Ko sa Mamamayan ng Ating Bansa:
Ika-5 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ang Ika-5 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ay gusto kong isaisip ng mga mamamayan ng ating bansa
Huwag papatay ng ating kapwa
May karapatan ding mabuhay sila
Huwag papatay ng kapwa tao ang mga mamamayang Pilipino
Buhay nila ay bigyang halaga sa ating mga puso
Huwag papatay ng kapwa tao sa buong bansa na ito
At maging saanmang dako ng mundo
Ang hindi pagkitil sa buhay ng ating kapwa
Ay ipangaral sa lahat sa pamamagitan ng salita
Salita ang kaluluwa ng mga utos Niya
Kaluluwang bibigyang-katawan ng kilos at gawa
Gawa ang magsasabuhay sa Ika-5 Utos na ito
Gawin ito nawa ng mga mamamayang Pilipino
Hindi lamang 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)
On a cloudy Wednesday,
While listening to my favourite Tagalog playlist,
I scribbled a love note.
Dear Love,
I don't know you yet, but I want to do life with you.
I can already feel how random meeting you would be; or maybe not.
I have so many secrets to share with you;
Will you keep my secrets?
I'll keep yours as well .
Then, I paused.
Thinking of what to write next.
My eyes shifted to my music player.
‘Muse’, the track I love came on.
While mouthing the words of the song,
The love note I was writing flew right past me;
Released into the wind.
Looking at the note which seemed to drift farther from my sight,
I mouthed the words that would have ended the love note.
I’ll prove my heart to you
I'll make you to be proud of what I feel for you...
Your love
671.
Hangad Ko Para sa Ating Bansa:
Ika-1 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ang pairalin ang Ika-1 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ay hangad ko para sa ating bansa
Dios lamang ang tanging sambahin
Siya lamang ang nag-iisang Dios natin
Sambahin Siya sa pamamagitan ni Hesukristo
Na nagdulot ng Kanyang pagtubos sa mga tao
Sambahin ang Dios na nagkatawang-tao
Pumarito sa lupa upang iligtas tayo
Sambahin Siya sa pamamagitan ng Espiritu Santo
Na nagpamalas ng Kanyang pagpatnubay sa mga tao
Sambahin ang Dios at ang Kanyang Banal na Ispirito
Pumarito sa lupa upang gabayan tayo
Sambahin ang Dios sa pamamagitan ni Inang Maria
Na sa babaeng lahat ay bukod na pinagpala
At siya ring sumasamba sa Dios natin
Nawa'y ang bansang Pilipinas Dios lamang ang sambahin.
-08/11/2019
*Hangad Ko Para sa Ating Bansa
(conceptualized while in the Holy Mass of our Town Fiesta…
intended to be in Tagalog for this Buwan ng Wika)
Language breathes. Dictionaries opened their doors to thousands: petrichor finally named, gigil crossing oceans from Tagalog hearts, morto carrying Irish embarrassment across continents. Each word a technofossil in reverse and not debris but seed. Where analog crumbles into digital decay, new phonemes sprout from chat windows and kitchen tables, from Glasgow to Manila, Waterford to Johannesburg.
After warm rain falls
petrichor naming something
we always had known
The mouse jiggler hums on desks where we WFH, pretending presence while bed rotting through Sundays, doom-scrolling until brain fog sets in. A chatbot asks if I'm still there. Ghost kitchens feed nobody's neighbourhood. We've made words for our hollow industriousness, our productive stillness, our illuminated solitude, each term a hard pass at something we cannot quite refuse.
Screen glow at midnight
even the AI wonders
if we're still awake
But listen: teenagers shout skibidi at nothing and everything, absolutely delulu with joy, their rizz and aura untranslatable to us, perfect in their imperfection. A girl shows her butter skin lewk and someone says she ate and left no crumbs, bet. In Dublin, they're morto over spice bags; in Kuala Lumpur, tapau your nasi lemak with kaya on the side. The mouth remembers before the dictionary does. Alamak, how we've been speaking new languages all along.
Grandmother's recipe
lumpia rolls carrying words
the page can't hold yet
Perhaps this is the burnt toast theory of linguistics: what seems lost makes room for what must come. The broligarchy names itself. Gen Alpha coins snackable for their fractured attention, honest about their inheritance. Climavores choose with conscience; we practice eco-minimalism like prayer. Generative AI makes prose while we make slang, both of us biohacking meaning from the ruins of the old world, both of us marvelling that anything grows at all.
Sharp-sharp, we greet
this shoogly train of language
hold on, enjoy ride
"Ang hindi lumingon sa pinanggalingan,
hindi makakarating sa paroroonan".
(A person who does not remember where he came from
will never reach his destination).
Filipino proverb.
Gift me wings so I can fly to a blessed land
of emerald isles with an eclectic ecosystem,
admiring an affluence of biodiversity
of tropical exotic fauna and flora,
where turquoise waves wander onto
golden shores of alluring Binitinan,
exploring the coral reefs of Boracay.
A place where childhood dreams fill the air,
where innocence once built sandcastles,
but now all that is left is forgotten footprints -
from ghosts of ancestors.
Let me soar with the Pithecophaga Jefferyi eagle,
through rainforests and Kawasan falls,
where souls are free to roam the motherland's
seven thousand spine-tingling islands,
from Maya bay to Palawan's underground rivers
of enigmatic Puerta Princesa,
until we greet the palm trees of Camiguin -
the valley of volcanoes and the sunken cemetery.
Viewing the Colours of StoBoSa to the
pretty patterns of Ifugao rice terraces,
until we reach the marvels of Luzon,
silently perching upon the zenith of
Mount Pulag's peaks, transcending spiritual
echoes towards Mindanao's Mount Apo,
whispering secretive Tagalog tongues,
in one hundred diasporic dialects,
as iris and marmalade skies welcome sunset,
we'll bathe in the sapphire ripples of Bohol sea.
Then we'll follow radiant night lights,
reaching the bustling streets of Manila,
losing ourselves in the succulent scents
of balut, kwek kwek, taho, halo halo,
as we devour juicy lanzones,
refreshed by a cool breeze,
The pearl of the Orient,
home of Balagtas' Florante at Laura,
dulcet tones of Santiago's Anak Dalita,
where heartfelt hospitality
with rich cultural heritage,
soothe tired eyes gazing at
natural wonders of ancient views,
where vibrant hues leave you breathless.
683.
Nais Ko sa Gobierno ng Ating Bansa:
Ika-3 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ang Ika-3 Utos ng Dios Ama
Ay nais kong gawing batas ng ating Lehislatura
Araw ng Dios ay pakabanalin sa ating bansa
Ito ay banal at nararapat sa pagkilala
Pakabanalin ang Araw ng Dios sa bansang ito
Ang nais kong ipatupad ng ating Ehekutibo
Pakabanalin ang araw Niya ng lahat ng mga Pilipino
Hanggang sa katapusan ng ating mundo
Ang hindi magpakabanal sa Araw ng Dios Ama
Ay nais kong parusahan ng ating Hudikatura
Nararapat pakabanalin ang araw Niya sa buong bansa
Sapagkat Siya ang ating Dios na Tagapaglikha
Ang Pagpapairal sa utos na ito
Ang nais kong patunguhan ng ating pondo
Pondohan nawa ng ating gobierno
Ang pagpapakabanal sa Araw ng Dios sa bansang ito.
-08/21/2019
*Nais Ko sa Gobierno ng Ating Bansa
(Holiday: Ninoy Aquino Day…
intended to be in Tagalog for this Buwan ng Wika)
Hi today I woke up a few minutes before 8am stood up to go pi at 8am
then went to the kitchen to have breakfast, I prayed, did the Rosary then left
to go to my bedroom for Saturday Coffee Chat lead by Ms. Yvette and Ms.
May. I was practicing what to say but unfortunately I did not get to check in. I
was relieved when I finished the whole Daily Reflection on the month of March
and after the group, I did the Living Faith’s Daily Reflection for the month of
April. I don’t know but God took away my voice but He exchanged it and I
don’t want to say better because it’s what I can do. Although I’m disable with
paralyzed left arm I think I can do a good job in writing poetry but I don’t
have any clue of poetry’s Rhythm or Meter. I actually don’t have much words
to say that’s why I’m reading the English-Tagalog dictionary hoping that I can
make at least a Sonnet or a 14 lines poem about I have no clue. I can make a
narrative poem with this story. I printed the how to make a poetry and
embarrassed that I still don’t have any clue in writing a poetry. What I use is
the Daily Reflection of different people in Living Faith, God gave me a gift
breaking a Daily reflection into 4 stanzas or Quatrain in poetry then turn it
into poetrysoup.com where I am a premium member 11 yrs ago when I only
paid $150 because right now is 159. I don’t know what else to say. U know I
didn’t get to speak earlier because I don’t know I’m shy. People that knew me
from before knows that I’m not shy. Maybe because of my disability I tend to
mumble and scared because I don’t want to look stupid, u know this is not
the real me and I don’t like it. I’m a person that some friends say that I have
a thick face. I don’t know why I can’t work. It seems like I need to let out
what I have to say this morning. God please help me, thanks.