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Herbert Siao Poem
On my third year high
I decided withdrew inside a room,
I locked myself,
an insistent knocked,
it was a friend,
what happen to yah man,
what, I said impatiently,
he went inside and sat,
we have party tonight,
I just inquired where are you,
and they said you were here,
I don't drink,
that's ok! look, that's my word before,
he wore those nirvana shirt,
and silver buckle necklace,
skin head, and an over size black glass,
he flipped his sleeve,
I noticed a red rose tattoo,
red blood fell from the stem,
what is that, he inquired,
lit a cig and banged his head,
he looked in a ceiling and closed his eye,
what are you doing,
I'm remembering a song on my head,
we didn't seen you in a while,
am started reading,
tired of fooling around,
Noli Me Tangere,
we are the hope of our future,
read and closed my door,
that's my new hobby,
art? he sniffed and blow an 'o' ring,
he laughed heartily and sang,
nothing else matter, da, da, tada, humm..humm..
oh! come on Nick! I said angrily,
he strung an invisible guitar,
son of..
haha, he bellows, ok! ok! just stop!
am not used you cursing,
you looked pale, why
he flicked his cig outside,
its red bud, its red bud, ok gotta go,
at night I walked into the dusty road,
I worn a white shirt and indigo blue jean,
few young men were holding beer cans,
and they snarled,
hissed at me,
I noticed a boy tried to show me a knife,
I saw his rib cage with
a silver thing tooting, brown bag,
sniffed in a dark alley,
I chuckled and spat on the side,
his eyes were wild with hatred,
I throwed a peace sign,
then he rolled his eyes up,
lend his head on the wall,
finally I reached Nick house,
I sneaked myself in a dark inlet,
I smelled a rancid foul air,
I heared Nick voice, I stayed on the door,
I can't do it, I can't do it,
I then decided to,
abandoned these little misadventure,
when I walked five step away I heared him,
where are you going, get inside,
look, I had things to do, maybe next time,
damn! he said audibly, ok! ok! its ok man,
we're cool man, ok?
I walked away, as fast as I could,
some naked kids asking for alm,
hope, are we really the hope,
inside me there was this brawl,
when I reached my room,
I opened the book,
I saw a man look like Nick and,
the boys in the dark sniffing solvent,
why that man was so sure,
why he easily gave up his life for us,
maybe we aren't, maybe it
meant on the coming generation, I played the cassette tape,
Dong Abay sung the sandal,
I look outside the window,
I hummed,
till I gone in a deep sleep.
Copyright © Herbert Siao | Year Posted 2015
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Herbert Siao Poem
Rebel Soldier Going To Their Post Of Nowhere
The sling gun,
On the shoulder,
So thin,
So frail,
Green tee shirt,
Hug the lean body,
Under the bushes,
They walked,
Ignoring the mud river,
The orange ball,
Seem to fade with the darken sky,
Beam mutely,
On the poor brown soil,
Gray grass,
Above the knee,
Tickled the sole,
Of the frighten rebels,
That they smile,
Wind so strong,
Pungent,
Dead cancer of corrupt republic,
A b-plane,
Just passed,
That boy,
Made an act of shooting,
The bird in the sky,
They laughed,
It banked,
Already on the foggy,
Blue mountain.
Copyright © Herbert Siao | Year Posted 2014
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Herbert Siao Poem
The young boy was pale,
He walked slowly in the alley
No. 41.His skeleton hand hold a rusted tin can.
He was in business,for him it was.
On his innocent face,
In a modern world,who really forgotten
Kids like him was also human too.His eyes
Pasted on a piece of bread on the dirty pavement.
On his side was tall buildings,on the other was a busy EDSA.
A dove whose feather blacken by the third world metropolis,
Peeped down from the lamp post,
Measuring the distance of the bread on the ground
Look at the child,inclining its head side ward,
Then,their eyes meet,resting on each other stare
Like eternity,
And it flew toward the blinding sun.
The boy saw a man approached,
Polished shoes landed on his lunch
The gold Rolex,tailored clothes,big ring,
A heavy necklace hung loosely on beefy neck.
Surprised on a sudden hand that raised on his way,
"Move out!" bellowed angrily,then scurried quickly on a green traffic
light. "Fool..."the boy sighed.
Business is business,he thought,as he reached out the crushed bread
Uttered a little prayer,ate it religiously with tears on his eyes.
Every bite he remembered his little brother he left this morning
on their cartoon box house
At Smokey Mountain outside Manila,its smoke ascend forever
Till the end of time,because of the corrupt lordship in kings palace
His little brother burned at stake alive waiting for his pancit.
His father was an inmate at Bilibid prison selda katorse (14)
His mother was a girl in the street.
Then an old woman came out at the Binondo Church.
Walked briskly as the wind swept the dusk on summer days.
Stopped,a discolored dirt hand spread for an alms.
Irritated,she rummaged her purse,and gently place the one peso
on the boys hand,made sure to slow her movement,maybe the rest
Were looking at her, she raised her brow and smile
"Of course.", she said sweetly
Father hope will see this act she thought that
Might mention her name in homily,Mrs. Cerbo was kind to the poor.
He spit the coin and swipe it on his dirty torn shirt
And say..."God Blessed Maddame."
Then he ran at the little Sari-sari store
Brought a piece of bread,break it into halves
He hid his share on his pocket
Then tossed the half on the side walk
When the boy had gone, blue wing landed
Ate with pride and thinking, "stupid boy..stupid boy..".
Copyright © Herbert Siao | Year Posted 2014
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