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My 18th Birthday

I used to think of it in High Definition quality with surround sound. (more…)

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Filipino Time

(Tubag sa “Indyan” ni Jeremiah Bondoc) Alas-syete sa buntag, mitingog akong alarm aron siguro nga dili ma-late sa sabot nga alas-dyis. Alas-dyis singko, naabot ko sa mingaw’ng eskwelahan, og kay Sabado man, walay mga estudyanteng nag tikawtikaw. Alas-dyis medya, ang usa mitext nga Duol nko. DMD traffic. Ug ang ga dorm sa kilid, miingon nga Gai ko’g five minutes. Alas-onse, miabot ang na-traffic…

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Namili

Namili http://wp.me/s4jvyT-namili

(Tubag sa “for sale” ni Adonis Durado)

Ang mga bag-o ra gibuwagan ug wala gihapoy nakaplagan, ingnon sa mga tao’ng maminaw sa ilang sugilanon nga “There are plenty of fish in the sea.” Tuod, daghan jod ug kasing-kasing nga ready ug willing. 45 bpm, 70 bpm, 80 bpm, 92 bpm. Overused, slightly used, never used. Daghan ang pwede akoon, pero hinumdumi ang giingon, na sa tantong pili-pili, sa pinilian…

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Tagik Landasan 2015

“The supreme event of a poem is the arousal of feelings. If that does not happen, there is no poem. There is only words on paper.” – Merlie Alunan

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English Breakfast Full-Leaf Tea, Grande

(A response to Urias Almagro’s “mga butang nga angayan tang hibaw-an mahitungod sa mga kompyuter”)

Magkita mi usahay sa Starbucks Mo order ug kape ug cake, tsa ug donut

“May I have your name for the cup?” Usahay duha ka baso naay suwat nga Monica Usahay usa ra

Inig lingkod, dayong gamit sa cellphone Connect sa Wi-Fi, abli ug Instagram, Facebook, Twitter

Mag tagad kadiyot, sa Internetmobalik gihapon

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Weekend sa Syudad

(A response to Urias Almagro’s “syudad”)

Unsa man jud na ang weekend Kuwarenta y otso ka oras Dos mil, otsosentos y otso ka minuto Usa ka gatos, setenta y dos, ug otsosentos ka segundo

Unsa man jud na ang weekend Ting katog ug dugay kay dugay sad mo mata Ting party sa Mango o check-in sa Colon Ting laag sa Ayala, inom sa KOA, Larsian sa Fuente

Unsa man jud na ang weekend Ting assignment sugod…

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Sangpit sa Bana sa Babayeng Taas ug Lupad

(A response to Cora Almerino’s “Tubag  sa  Manananggal (human  hukmi  sa Ginoo)”)

Kada gabii ang mga plato mahibilin nga way hugas sa lababo, ug ang tibuok balay manimaho ug lana – pilit-pilit, medyo sinaw, murag kaha sa adobo. Inig ka buntag, walay saninang malabhan ug ang mga plato magpabiling hugasan. Ang kama gubot pa sa lukot, kay igo ra gani nako biyaan mapulihan sad dayon hangtod hapon.

Pe…

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Unsaon pag suwat ug balak

(A response to Adonis Durado’s “ganahan ko mosulat ug balak nga dili”)

Duha ka adlaw gihatag Para mo suwat ug duha pud ka balak. Nagmuni-muni ko sa jeep Nag-imagine sa motor Kadaghan ba diay sa pwede suwaton.

Gihuna-huna nako akong buhatunon Apil ang mga balak nga kinahanglan himuon. Ug samtang ako nag tuyok-tuyok sa National Naglinya sa atanganan ug 06H Nag-antos sa grabeng trapik sa Mango Ang…

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Wa na koy lugar ug kung mo lugar man gani, di sa saktong lugar

(A response to Vicente Bandillo’s “laylay sa konduktor”)

Sikit-sikiti Tag napo na diha

Ay grabe sad ka dong Asa pa nimo palingkuron?

Sikit-sikiti Duha pay kuwang

Naunsa ka dong? Di ra ba mi niwang

Bi, plete bi Palihug ta ana bi

Day, palihug ko Palihug ko’g dawat, day

Pila ning baynte? Asa naog?

Usa na, dong, Senior Colon manaog

Katong ginaugan, bi Ayaw lang sibugi

Dong, lingkod diha’g tarong Ay…

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A Madness Most Discreet

Life has a way of throwing us questions that make us stop and make a full 360 degrees in our minds because what am I supposed to answer to this question is the only thing we can think of.  (more…)

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An Unpublished Ode

(finally published)

I see you every week, for more than an hour, and I talk to you every week, whether through messages that do twists and turns in the air before each of us gets it or conversations that sometimes lead us nowhere, and we interact so many times, and I really should grow bored of seeing your face on Facebook on my mobile in school in West Gorordo, I really should. But instead, I…

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To the Whore of Babylon

Babylon, a noun, a place, the chief city of ancient Mesopotamia and capital of the kingdom of Babylonia who conquered Israel in 6th century BC.

You, a pronoun, a word.

Yes, you.

You are the Whore of Babylon. Not for the definitions I took from the dictionary on my mobile or for the definition that came out of Google when I ran a search because you are no Christian figure of evil found in the bible…

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If Wishes Were Fishes

Don’t we all wish for peace, love, everlasting happiness and joy

At the start of every year, we jump to grow a few more inches and kiss to start a new romance, pop a bottle of wine to celebrate the end of a 365(6) journey and welcome the first of another twelve chapters

Don’t we all want some peace and quiet, don’t we all need some tender lovin’

12/31/14 day 365 of 365

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Patience

i’m not a patient person but i can hold your hand and wait for the stars to shine in your eyes, and for the sun to rise in your smile

i’m not a patient person but you can hold my hand until the hourglass runs out of sand and we flip it again to prolong the pretense of holding on because we have to

i’ll never be a patient person but i will stay with you no matter how slow the seconds pass between…

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Black and Blue

nobody should be used to violence and aggression, scathing words in decibels high enough to curd milk; and shaking fists that threaten to leave different shades of black and blue; and even palms left open, fingers ready to wrap around pretty little necks and slowly watch brown turn to red then purple then dark

nobody should be used to lives of pain and strife; of wariness and confusion; of eternal…

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Keepsake

i am not an artist

i cannot paint your smile the way Da Vinci saved Mona Lisa’s

or mold your likeness in clay to stay steady under the heat of the sun

or string notes to play the music i hear when i see you like Tchaikovsky and Mozart and Bach

or even capture the light of your eyes in photographs processed in negatives and dark rooms

not even in the scratches of paper on pencil and the backs of…

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Questions

there are question marks that hang at the edge of sentences waiting for an answer, seeking the full circle completion of a customary dialogue that usually goes hi hello how are you? i’m fine, thanks. and you?

and there are exclamation points that wait for the last letter of a greeting given in passing on a very good day, and it usually goes hi! hey! see ya!

but i think a comma would be best - a…