One more bomb explodes
It is hatred at its peak
I isolate more
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Front Page
I open the Saturday ...
Newspaper and these
Fell off:
A piece of human garbage
Allegedly rape a child
Filling the cat club
With synthetic ice
Nips an unmanned capsule
With mob mentality
Until a fatal crash
Fiercely
Demoralizes
Sex
I close the Saturday
Newspaper and pick up
A broom.
Allegedly rape a child
Filling the cat club
With synthetic ice
Nips an unmanned capsule
With mob mentality
Until a fatal crash
Fiercely
Demoralizes
Sex
I close the Saturday
Newspaper and pick up
A broom.
And the Sky decided to cry
And the sky
Decided to cry...
As if you were chopping
Too much onion
And the sky
Decided to cry
As if someone run away
With your toy
And the sky
Decided to cry
As if the lady you love
Is not coming back
And the sky
Decided
To cry with you
When you kneel
In front of your father
Hands out
Palms up
Waiting
For the belt
Decided to cry
As if someone run away
With your toy
And the sky
Decided to cry
As if the lady you love
Is not coming back
And the sky
Decided
To cry with you
When you kneel
In front of your father
Hands out
Palms up
Waiting
For the belt
Wifey
I believe in love at first sight
Back to that night...
Our eyes just met
I've not forget
Somehow it is in slow motion
Every action
Your touching smile
That last awhile
I treasure the pleasure each day
The lover's way
With kiss we seal
With touch we heal
Every action
Your touching smile
That last awhile
I treasure the pleasure each day
The lover's way
With kiss we seal
With touch we heal
Manila
We are planning to show you Manila
The city that raised me for years
It will not be as plain as vanilla
You will be proud with your peers
The city that raised me for years
With typhoons and flood that rise to the knees
You will be proud with your peers
With coconut and mango, every bite a glee
With typhoons and flood that rise to the knees
Kalesa will come to rescue the day
With coconut and mango, every bite a glee
Hear them singing, come what may
Kalesa will come to rescue the day
It will not be as plain as vanilla
Hear them singing, come what may
We are planning to show you Manila
With typhoons and flood that rise to the knees
You will be proud with your peers
With coconut and mango, every bite a glee
With typhoons and flood that rise to the knees
Kalesa will come to rescue the day
With coconut and mango, every bite a glee
Hear them singing, come what may
Kalesa will come to rescue the day
It will not be as plain as vanilla
Hear them singing, come what may
We are planning to show you Manila
Window to the Soul
He painted his face
Like the Chinese opera
Not to scare
But to sooth
his inner self
He painted his face
Like the Native Americans
Not to go to war
But make peace
With his soul
The new face
Held
the old attractions
He escaped
His body
May Bagyo Na Naman
Noong maliit pa ako
At kailangan pumasok
Sa paaralan
Nakakatuwa marinig
Hindi “Merry Christmas!”
Hindi “Pasko na!”
Kundi “May Bagyo!”
Kundi “Walang pasok!”
Signal number one
Signal number two
Signal number three
Bawat balita
Ay parang numero
ng sweepstake
“May bagyo! Walang pasok!”
Apple
Once a fruit that was forbidden
Now a toy that cannot be hidden
Touch and it shall open
To a world that is very potent
Someday you laugh and cry with it
Most days you sit and it sees you eat
Another “ting”, another blink
Another “ting tong ting tong”
Just answer
The God damn phone
Empty Mind
I grabbed my right ear
And tilted my head
Hoping to empty
My weary mind
I pinched my nose
And blew
Hoping to steam out
Gallons of stuff
I poked my left ear
And pushed
Hoping to drain
Years of thought
I hang my self
Upside down
Shake my hands
Whip my hair
This
Should do it
Buy Goods Not Bad
On the paper bag
From Whole Food
The dude
Preclude
Another dude
From eluded
Tooth
To sooth
The smooth
And push
The bush
Of their crush
Into a flatten hash
tag
Holidays
On my knees
After Thanksgiving
I tried to untangle
The Christmas lights,
Like my feelings
During the holidays
Should there be
Joy, when people are dying
From nonsense,
Should there be
Food, when people are dying
From weight bearing,
Shoulder there be
Lights, when people are dying
From electromania
On my knees
Before bed
I will try to tangle
The Christmas lights,
Like my hopes
During the holidays
Ode to Facebook
It can be anytime
Of the day
You see crime,
Jokes or play
Some news can go viral
As viral as flu,
Some friendship can go rival
As rival as glue
If you are not careful
In what you post,
It’s going to be painful
With everything lost
This is all for free
As freedom as speech,
Let’s keep it with glee
As gleeful as peach
Sunday, December 7, 2014
The Day After Thanksgiving
It is the day after Thanksgiving
when some people rather stand in line
at the store, instead
when some people rather stand in line
at the store, instead
of the doctor’s office, where I shake
the husband’s hand while the wife tells
on him, where I listen to how
the husband’s hand while the wife tells
on him, where I listen to how
thankful my patient is
for not going for the surgery
to make her stomach smaller,
where I sit with the father, the mother,
the brothers and sister, and
the sister’s partner, trying to convince
for not going for the surgery
to make her stomach smaller,
where I sit with the father, the mother,
the brothers and sister, and
the sister’s partner, trying to convince
that the memory of the mother is gone,
instead of staying in line,
to buy a television at the store.
instead of staying in line,
to buy a television at the store.
The Pain of Loving
As you see our daughter
Carry my shoulder bag
You do remember
My first look at you
Fresh out of medical school
With a pen clipped
To the collar
Of your T shirt
That August afternoon
The evening we walked
In circle
In the suburb
Of Taipei
Trying to decide
When to say good night
The photo shot
We had that rainy day
At the university you love
Maybe more than your love
For me
How can I compress
Twenty-four years
In a few lines
Just because
You decided
To write a poem
Just like the day
You left without a word
Leaving the house
As empty as can be
Just like the day
I signed the papers
After nights
Of lines of tears
Just like the last day
Of my life
When suddenly
It got cold
You came to pronounce
I was gone
As you see our daughter
Carrying my shoulder bag
You do remember
My First Love
You gave me a hint
“She is not your first girlfriend”
Yet you ask another friend
To call her, way far away
You gave me a hint
When we were young and shy
As if touching hands
Or saying “I love you”
Is electrocution
You gave me a hint
Or a little reassurance
During that those days of high school
When we struggle to find
Who we are and who
We love
You gave me a hint
What I need to do
After another jet lag
To be brave and talk
About that phone call from the heart
A Lazy Afternoon
Do not throw a prank
When my brain is blank
On a lazy afternoon
Do not ask for cherry
When my eyelids are heavy
On a lazy afternoon
Leave the TV yakking
When my chest slows its breathing
On a lazy afternoon
When my pen finally drop
And my head no longer bop
Just leave me dozing
On a lazy afternoon
Wrinkles
I squint my eyes
And face the mirror
I see two
Betta fish
Head to head
No wonder my mind
Is always
In a fighting mode
A Broken Right Shoulder
I wrestle with
The one arm bandit
Not the casino type
But myself
The left hand becomes right
After years
Of subordination
He must have been
Paying attention
Knowing where to wipe
After
I turn off the shower
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Is It In?
I do not
Even know
The password
To our checking account
All I know
I work
Three and a half days
A week
All I know
It is pay day
And I get to go
To the ATM
Pulled out those
Two weeks supply
All I know
When there is
A bonus
You say
Get an extra hundred
Until
One day
I really need
Some extra money
I woke up hourly
That Thursday night
Asking
Is it in?
Monday, December 1, 2014
Shadow. Box. Sir.
He is the only constant my shadow,
Get it out of the box.
When the sky is dark and my heart is low,
He is the only constant my shadow.
A friend who is close without a lasso.
A gentle sir who dance with socks.
He is the only constant my shadow,
Get it out of the box.
Ongpin ( in Fookien )
Di na u to lai
Chia ko lai che
花園口...
Ya ko si bo uwi
Din 同學的書店
Ya ko si che 橋邊
Pi tao e kang
Ya ko si 黑黑臭臭
亞洲 bo ya hi
Kuwe lo ting
Be chia jeep
Lai lai chi chi
Ongpin tao
Kao Ongpin be
Te te
Di sim lai
Ki tiao tiao
Kao Ongpin be
Te te
Di sim lai
Ki tiao tiao
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Throwing Away
To my old ways of thinking,
Holding on means stagnation.
Release like wind blowing,...
Oh! What a relaxation!
When I feel my old self coming,
It is time for inhalation.
New light and energy mean awakening,
God is always for salvation!
Always embrace a new beginning,
Watch the sunrise for your direction.
Always remember your new becoming,
Yes to a world of fine connection.
Watch the sunrise for your direction.
Always remember your new becoming,
Yes to a world of fine connection.
An Invisible Thread
I have an invisible thread,
I love to call it red.
A red laser beam,...
to point in my dream.
Someday I am Spider-Man
aiming for the trash can.
Someday I am Cupid
firing like stupid.
When I am old
and cannot be bold,
I can attach the thread
to my tiny bed.
If I fall into the carpet,
I will look like a puppet!
aiming for the trash can.
Someday I am Cupid
firing like stupid.
When I am old
and cannot be bold,
I can attach the thread
to my tiny bed.
If I fall into the carpet,
I will look like a puppet!
Di Ba Pwede
Di ba pwede
Kukunin ko ulit
Ang kulay ng araw
Sa dagat ng Maynila
Nakaupo tayo
Sa bato
Nakahawak ang ating kamay
Di ba pwede
Sabihin ko uli
“Mahal kita!”
Pasensya kana
At hindi ko tinuloy
Ang ating
Pakikisama
Di ba pwede
Alisin natin
Ang pangalan ko at
Ang pangalan mo
Bumalik ako
Sa bato at sa dagat
Iba na ang puso
Nag-iisa pa rin ang bato
Di ba pwede
Umibig
Kung iba ang kulay ng kutis
“Bakit?” ang tanong
“Bakit?” ang sagot
Maraming “Sana” ang nasa isip ko
Pasensya ka na
Sa susunod na buhay
Magkatabi uli tayo
The Concert
Her
Piano
Is a black
Boat with a sail
Running down the stream
Of notes where the water
Crest and dip and splash again
Sometimes resting in a still dam
Until the allergro gate opens
Begging for emergency skipping notes
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