165.
Elegy for our King of Comedy
Surely, this one of saddest elegy
Of this our noble, plain country
O'er the death of our King of Comedy
Oh, my painful farewell, Tito Dolphy
Why did you leave us this so early?
For a great man like thee – early is eighty-three
We're one before with idol Manny V.
Also along to PNoy sorry
But yours alone the grandest trophy
Kevin Cosme, bye bye family tree
Markova, sayonara honorable tsupee
Fr. Jejemon, mi ultimo adios to thee
Hahaha! Hehehe! Hihihi!
This thy dearest legacy
Shall not forsake the memory
Philippine media's joyful mystery
Glorious accolades to eternity
Hope in heaven you again we see
In this hour of our nation's melancholy
May now God's angel's hug thee tightly
Thank you for making Philippines happy.
-07/10/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
"Te recuerdo como eras en el ultimo otono..."
(I remember how you were in the last autumn.)
---- Pablo Neruda
Dawn seems much later --
the nights much longer
than they used to be...
I am achier, and morning light
comes tardy. Our cats and I
are in the house and you, alas,
are not. Missing you,
they mourn, like me,
your touch, your voice,
lightning looks you aimed our way.
The house, the town, the world --
life itself -- are emptier, lacking
your zest, the flavor of your presence --
your voice, your smell, the looks
in your shining eyes. We will go on,
although in ways much changed:
without your laugh, your sneer,
flashes of your ire and then
regretful, rapid calming.
We do, and will, still remember,
these cats, and I, and
we will not forget.
No. How could we?
The void you left
will not be filled and
we will not, will not,
will not forget.
Energia
Desde sempre
é o ritmo
da produção
e da conservação
da energia mental,
que dá a força,
do ultimo
ao primeiro
passo
na direção
de fazer
sempre
mais e mais.
Crie energia,
conserve energia
e garanta para si
sempre
fazer mais e mais.
Ultimo dia
Na vida ou nos negócios
as pessoas
seja ela quem for,
a pessoa experimenta
um último pedaço de boa sorte
e um último dia do mês.
Você sempre quer seguir em frente?
no último dia
veja o quanto tudo
está tão perto.
No ultimo dia,
aprenda a fazer um pouco a mais
porque o ” pedaço de boa sorte”
está lá...
A time when only a few dared to fight
against a foreign tyrant,
A Poet rose to speak
Oppressions suffered by Filipinos
in his writings, he revealed
A Poet with no fear
Freedom he sought through his powerful pen
Killed for his words and beliefs
A Poet noble act
“Mi Ultimo Adios”, his final notes
left a mark and legacy
A Poet, a Hero
18 April 2018
Note: Dr. Jose Rizal is a Philippine national hero, a prolific poet and novelist during the Spanish colonial era. 'Mi Ultimo Adios' (English translation: My Last Farewell) was the last poem he wrote before he was executed in Manila on December 30, 1896.
The last sigh of the Moor, King Boabdil,
As he flees the triumphant Ferdinand,
Echoes round slopes of a mist-shrouded hill.
He looks back for the last time at the land
That he once ruled. `Weep as a woman will,’
His mother jeers behind her jewelled hand,
`For what you would not defend as a man!’
He stares northwards as long as he can,
Marvelling at the distant snow-capped hills
Gently cradling the Alhambra’s walls,
Its towers, placid ponds, and sparkling rills,
Treasuring them. Later, when he recalls
This scene, he deems its loss the worst of ills
That ever befell him, and, saddened, falls
To yearning for water from those mountains
And the Generalife’s dancing fountains.
A tale as romantic as any told -
This Moorish palace of earthly pleasure,
Its red stone, now mellowed to pink and gold,
Is a wonder of the world to treasure.
Like Boabdil, I want to hoard and hold
Its magical light, and, for good measure,
The sound of Granada’s gurgling streams
In my mind to recall in pleasant dreams.
Right? Fine. Finished.
During what avail, what time.
Shake this, crisps on bread.
Ultimo Dragon, wrestling and fights
Likewise, Mr Artist.
Package this, like fries.
McDonald's, eat much.
Yum, yum, delicious times.
Screwball sassy.
Likewise this.
The tongue slips
over the grayish-blue
edge
of a Catalonian knife.
Salt.
Tambours bang.
Me or him.
The dark dance starts.
A step
… a jump.
The night –
an award for death.
A red dress –
survival.
Curse eternal –
Carmen.
Corrida – ever.
The knife stabs in the back
and the crowd cries
'More!'.
Breath, breath – the edge
squeals…
*‘Ultimo! (Spanish)
sited down with his head, the chilled lonely table.
pen cries lovely piece of solemn lyrics, his head uttered.
last sky may be till tomorrow, no more other days.
I saw tears fell among dusty floor, a nail stroke my heart.
farewell dearly beloved, his first solemn phrase.
he dream for shiny beloved land, smiling at the sun.
where moon creates gold, for better own children alone.
he wish for a dream, where he wouldn't taste at all.
heaviest morning comes like a mourning cloud.
as counted journey flew to the end of sight.
he let his feet move, conquered the fear so dim.
as tied hands live the shadowed song, heart on grave.
farewell dearly beloved, his last dying words
before the guns vomit a deadly burning fumes
tears just fall, while smile been seen glowing
the hero just shout, set free my beloved land.
Authors Note:
This is a story of the last day before the death of the Philippine National Hero, Dr. Jose Rizal.
From the night of the his last piece written the Mi Ultimo Adios, to the time of the firing squad.
Your future dreams
Empty paper in your hands
Disguised as desire
Your words written in silence
Until the last sunlight vanishes
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Deine Zukunftsträume
Leeres Papier in deinen Händen
Als Wunsch verkleidet
Deine Worte in Stille geschrieben
Bis das letzte Sonnenlicht verlöscht
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Seus somnis per al futur
Blanc de paper a les seves mans
Disfressat com un anhel
Les teves paraules escrites en silenci
Fins a la llum del sol extingit
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I tui sogni per il futuro
Foglio bianco nelle tui mani
Travestito da un desiderio
Le tue parole scritte nel silensio
Fino al quando il sole si spegne ultimo
Note: The Catalán version is for Ruben and the Italian one for Lisa-Marie and Charma
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