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Unsaon nako pagsab-it sa akong palda
aron dili kini mutapad sa imong pantalon?
Unsaon kini niya paglikay sa hangin
aron dili musaphid ang mga kilid sa imong mga paa?
Gusto nako ipakilid ug hayhay
apan unsaon nako pagdahum,
kung kita mahikatulog,
nga dili kining duha mag-abot sa tunga sa hayhayan?
Bisag mauna ug kauga ang akoa,
apan mahikalimot ko ug punpon,
ug ikaw mukuha na sa imoha,
kung kalit muulan ug mabasa na sad akoa,
unsaon nako paglikay, nga kung ikaw labhan,
magkita man gihapon ta sa hayhayan?

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"A soldier’s life is sad
but two soldier’s lives are short lived"

these are the poem's powerful lines...

maybe, the ending would have been good if you put

JUST before "Take me with you"

wink!

Hi guys..im back. had a problem with my password... just retrieved now..

well. here's my take..

Letter To My Unwanted Child

Sorry.

That night,
your father and I slept
like two needles
carefully kept inside
a cold blanket.

Our language was absent.
Everything felt so humorless-
without sensation, without haste.

The air was frozen,
but our breaths remain badly
eaten with time.
Our lips were perfectly still
in muted shadows,
kisses were cracked and scored
like broken potteries,
Stares were empty,
scratching slowly,
cutting
the scene of protective silence.

He came.
Then I sighed.

And the blanket was
folded into layers of
painful movements.
Then we yawned apart
like there’s a rift between us.
And everything was left
in segments of untold stories,
and the only word, which speech
couldn’t hide within,
was You.

But like a leaf,
in that cold midnight,
holding the right of your birth,
I shook you off my bough
like you were the last one to fall.

*I passed this poem to Ricardo de Ungria, my poetry 2 instructor.
hope he will like it...and you, too...

i-add ko.

yourhappyface

chat2x ta,, hehe

feeling nako na over-analyzed nako ang poem hehe..

whatchathink?

naa koy quote after nako na read ang poem

"strangers have the best candy. but be wary, theirs might be deadly"

hehe.. hapit na mamatay ang bulak sa poem ni bambz.. giatik lng sya sa candy sa buyog.. hehe

CONGRATULATIONS TO:

BUYOG
by Bambi

Sakit  ug hapdos pa ang samad,
diin hulma sa imong pagpaniba
And dugos sa katam-is gidim-dim,
diin mo ako imong gipaka-Bathala.
Nalawos kining kadan-ag,
ang kaalimyon nagum-os, natak-tak
Gihulat ko ang bug-yong sa imong harana,
basin sa nataran ikaw mo-usab ug motamak
Apan ang tanan nga kahidlaw sa imong pag-paniba,
Sa bag-ong buklad nga bulak didto ikaw nag hudyaka.

Malimbongon ka Buyog,
ngadto-nganhi ka sa pasalig
Dili kay ako ra ang naling-la
sa imong mga karinyo ug mainit nga parayeg
Tamparos sa unos, ka-init sa kasidlak sa adlaw
Gi-antos ko ang kasakit sa tumang
kamingaw sa imong pagbalik akong gihanduraw
Ikaw.. garbuso nga Buyog
sa laing ling-la,nabihag ug sa kahumot
Bag-ong buklad nga maanyag nga bulak
ikaw nalipong ug nalumos sa pag-simhot.


What makes this entry a well-written poem?


"Sakit  ug hapdos pa ang samad,"

gwapo ang start sa poem, "catching" ang image sa "wound"..
clear kaayo ang metaphor sa flower---> a woman, bee----> penetrator [man]

sa first stanza, i think there's a concept of sadomasochism

"And dugos sa katam-is gidim-dim,
diin mo ako imong gipaka-Bathala."

the act of "sucking"---> the image of parasitism [violence]
pero the speaker is aware, perhaps tolerating the draining feeling in "her"
no offense, but the speaker here is, if not so, worshiping the presence of a penetrator..
"katam-is", a pleasurable feeling in her ---> the bee can only taste sweeter

THIS IS A FEMINIST POEM

shows how women become objects of mens' delectation.

"Apan ang tanan nga kahidlaw sa imong pag-paniba,
Sa bag-ong buklad nga bulak didto ikaw nag hudyaka".


see? a struggle between bee's attention, in effect, summarizes the notion that a woman has no work but to tease men,

"flower" is an enticing image. it exudes beauty that it gets compliments.
yet underneath, since it is very delicate, it easily loses its perfection.

AN ATTACK TO MEN

"Malimbongon ka Buyog,"


hopeless one could see, the bee here is depicted as a "generalized" character.
stereotyping the male species, no offense again,
men are but foolish.

Bag-ong buklad nga maanyag nga bulak
ikaw nalipong ug nalumos sa pag-simhot.

gwapo ang ending ba..
diri gipakita ang weakness sa mga lalake,
aware pud ang speaker how deceiving women can be.
na after all, though men lose this kind of attachment,
women still know how to deliberately confide to each other [sense of sisterhood]
& triumph over men.

BUT

wala kaayo nakaklaro ang intention sa poem,
pero it has a single effect ------> dili libog ang structure.. simple pero metaphorical..


this poem reminds me of "SICK ROSE", a poem by BLAKE ata. "WORM" alng, dili bee, ang addressee.

OVERALL IMPRESSION:

1. this poem knows its language
2. not superfluous
3. it begs as worth reading
4. dili sya emotional purely, there's humor in it, perhaps its because of the language
5. provocative!!! promise!! it need not dare you to speak for emotions, it gives!
6. light but deeply felt by the poet
7. makes the ordinary and familiar  image of "bee & flower" seem extraordinary.
8. this is a good poem because, i think, it stays with me [as a reader]

congrats!!


NEXT SUBJECT:

"KABAW" [Carabao]

Deadline is tuesday next week. Goodluck!

guys, nagpalit gyud ko ug ENGLISH-CEBUANO dictionary ghpon.. hehe.

makatambling man gud inyong mga words.

isa lang akong kaila nga tejano diri sa dvao. pero dili mi close..

hehe. ambot lng pud ig-unsa mi. basta kung gkan sya ug bohol, cguro parente pa mi.

regards nlng ko sa iyaha mack. tnx

sa martes na nako i-announce ang winner mga peeps... busy pko paenroll hehehe..

geez... gwapo ang mga entries ron.. i read one. [so unique] secret sa ni.. hehe

i sent this in one of our local workshops pero wala nadawat..hehe..

ambot..murag wala cguro cla ganahi..hehe

"Early birds sleep early."

-ME

hehe

drop your URLs here.

here's mine

http://profiles.friendster.com/xiolol

add me buddies..

isa lng akong masulti,

LOVE has no ENDING.. hehe

pakornihay na ni..

bamb, curious lng ko, nganong KABAW imong avatar?? hehe..

pwde kaayo, DO.
nagahulat ang tanan sa imong kinakusgan nga balak, nga gipanukaran sa imong gidanlak nga I.hehe

pwede kaayo hehe. pwde pud mgcreate ka ug bag-o total friday nxt week pa man ang deadline.

I would like to congratulate those members who made interesting entries for our first balak-making.

These are the people who made the activity successful.

1. Macky Ferniz
2. El Mundo
3. Bambi
4. Scott
5. Mike L.
6. Yakiyeye

As the organiser of this activity, I would like to recognize the winner.

MACKY FERNIZ's

O Tabanog,

Ka anindot sa imong ikog
Mi sayaw sayaw sa mabugnaw nga huyohoy.
Ang akong kalipay ug katawa mi lanog
Ug na pukaw ang mga bukid nga nag kisdom

Apan sa wala damha, kalit mi hugpa ang unos,
mi ngit ngit ang palibot, mi huyop ang kusog nga hangin,
ug mi bundak ang ulan

O Tabanog, sa kalit, imo akong gi biyaan,
gi putol ang tanod sa atong gugma
Ug mi uban ka sa panganod

Imo akong gi biyaan nga nag inusara,
ga kurog sa katugnaw, ibabaw sa kabaw,
niining darohan nga mamingaw

O Tabanog, akong luha mi sagol sa ulan
akong kalipay uban kanimo, gi handom sa kanunay

Balik intawon sa akong mga bukton
ug atong sawhan ang malipayong kagahapon

POINTS EARNED:

1. this is the kind of poem that you will like at first glance without trying to anylyze its depth.
2. this can have a wide range of comments since the poem carries a heavy, multiple meaning [polysemy]
3. there's a characterized speaker [though not a persona] & it has pointed to a certain distance where the addressee is positioned. use of "KABAW" is very witty. it sets the position of the speaker which is a very important element of poetry. of course, there's an underlying significance as the poet tries to explain why he uses it.
4. its title is just appropriate as it promises to achieve a certain effect
5. the subject is clear. human experience is perfectly captured under a simple yet profound circumstance.
6. the poem appeals more to its emotions than to the intellect of the readers [that's how it achieves its unique singluar effect]
7. every IMAGE of the poem is significant, doesn't intimidate the readers since it shows how "TABANOG" flies. also, its images carries a social context- metaphorical setting.
8. the tone of the poem, which i think is sensitive, reveals the attitude of the speaker to hook also the sensibilities of the readers.
9. word choice is uncontrived. simple language. some of its words help to set the mood.

OVERALL IMPRESSION: it has a very credible speaker, doesn't separate himself from the subject.

VERY SAD POEM

[you can have better views, so feel free to post your thoughts]
[i'd like to thank the members who constantly send comments after every entry]


2nd Call

subject of the week: BUYOG [bee]

DEADLINE:

FRIDAY NEXT WEEK [june 6]

na excite ko unsay mahitabo inig tagak.. hehe.

"murag nabalintong samtang nagduka kay walay maanswer sa exam."

Bamb, murag wala jud ka natulog para lng mkabuhat ug mubo nga balak.. hehe..
KUYAW JUD KA!! ganahn ko nga imong gikuha ang point of view sa tabanog..hehe..

BUG-AT ang unod sa imong balak.
dugay kon naga log in balik kay nasakit ko..

by the way.. mao ni akong entry.. not so good compared to all of you!! 



TABANOG


Makit-an ko kaha ang tanud
sa imong tabanog?

O magpabilin ko nga
maglakaw-lakaw

samtang imo nang buhian
ang imong pangandoy

nga ako imong mailhan
ug makapuli

sa daw naguba mong
paglingaw-lingaw.



.................

isa lng ang ma-comment nako sa akong balak

"BAGAG NAWONG ANG SPEAKER" hehehe..

mag-ilis nlng ko oi. naulaw na nuon ko sa akong avatar..hehe

hala.. gwapo jud kaayo...

one comment lng sa grammar.

dapat falls "ONTO" your dress

(flattered)

may pa mo, na-appreciate ninyo kini nga balak. when i sent this as an entry sa writer's workshop, dili ganahan ang mga panelists..ilabay nalang daw sa bangkerohan river (famous river herein davao)

bitaw BAmb, maglisud ko i-incorporate ang humor sa akong mga balak.. seryoso man gud ko nga pagkatao.. aaaiieeeee..hehe..

TO benylenne:

who's RV? regalado? naa koy classmate nga rv.

woooh?!!!! really, what's in my avatar, anyway? lol

thanks.. i appreciated your comments..

dili ko taga-bohol. just my father.. davao ko. hehe.

To BAMBI:

yes.. TABANOG nga KITE.

This all about poetry and the process of making. Every week, a subject will be posted for the contest. All you need is your creative imagination and the final output. The winner will be recognized in accordance with the highest votes and number of feedbacks.

All members are requested to pick their choice.

This is open for all. So make an entry now and post your creative powers here.

The only rule: All entries should be in Cebuano language.

This week's subject:

make a poem entitled "TABANOG"

Last day of submission will be Friday next week.

PAPA: (naglagat ang mata sa Papa) O, anak! Lalaki man ka diba? Kinsa imong pilion nga dulaan?
si BARBIE o si SUPERMAN?

ANAK: SYEMPRE, si SUPERMAN! Lalaki gud ko!

PAPA: Ana ba! Isog jud akong anak! (nilakaw ang PAPA)

ANAK: syempre, si superman! lalaki gud ako! ka-cute jud nimo superman oi! bukol pa jud kaayo! (nagkisi-kisi)

nangita cguro sya ug CR.. perteng pinugong..hehe

hahhahahahahahahahahaha..... nidako akong baba. more! more!

Quote from: Lorenzo on March 13, 2008, 09:56:52 AM
The Bible

yeah.. best written literature.. i agree

wuthering heights [emily bronte] ..my second time to read this novel..so far the most heart-breaking novel of all time, next is brokeback mountain..

picture of dorian gray [oscar wilde]...i downloaded the PDF format.. the novel is so gay.hehe. all about aesthetic, beauty and the standard of art...

wobegon: summer 1956 [garreson keillor] not sure if the spelling's right.... so far, the most funny novel i've read.. coming of age book.. the character is fond of FARTS! hehe..

by Arian Rey Tejano

to WRITE a poem
is to let the pen become
a branch of your finger
until it grows a leaf
from your flesh.

after i read mike ligalig's poems.. hehe

me loves "children's literature'' lol

by Arian Rey Tejano

Never wash your clothes. Let your older sister do it. You can only help fetching water from that well. Cook the food you like; not the food you want your boy friends to like. It’s good to walk barefoot and shirtless under the sun; the heat makes your tone tanned. Never shave your pubic hair; shave only the beard and the mustache. Don’t pluck your eyebrows. You’re not joining a pageant. Never go to the market unless you look for a new pair of rubber shoes. But don’t look for Hello Kitty bags; you are on longer a kid. But I don't like Hello Kitty. Never bring a basket unless you accompany your mother. Never let your younger sister ask you to do the dishes; scold her. You are older. Never sing Celine Dion's songs before your friends. Don’t pout your lips. Pucker it if you are silent. Don’t sashay your walk. Be haughty. If you’re riding a carabao, don’t lap your leg in the other. Don’t point your toes. Flex it. Don’t wear tight shirts and pants when you go downtown. Your cousins will see and have talks about you. Throw your flowered slippers. Get the black one. This is how you pull the rope. Be sure to grip it like a man. Don’t get scared if the pig follows after you. Just hold the rope until you reach the pigpen. Carry the rooster like you’re carressing your girl’s soft skin. When you’re with me at cockpits, shout your bet loud. Talk with the elders. The old men. You will know how they courted their wives. You will get sure ways to chase your bird. Swim like a frog; swimming like a dog makes you a sissy. Always help your beautiful teachers at school. But don’t cut flowers. You can only shovel the soil. Don’t sketch Barbie and her clothes. Draw Superman. You will be good at it. Play spiders; ignore your fancy of white cats. Play basketball. Reject your neighbor’s invitation for skipping ropes. Plant camote, cassava or Tanglad; but never plant sunflowers, rosal or morning glory.  Join with your uncles. Learn how they puff. Soon you will take cigarettes. Don’t stop when your aunts ask you to pluck their white hairs. Tell them you’re plowing your mother’s garden. Don’t say it’s your garden. Your aunts will praise your industry. Go to the ceiling. Sweep off the cobwebs. Don’t sweep the floor. Your sister can do it. During Sundays, lay down the trapal. Try to carry a 50 kilo of unmilled rice. You will dry it under the sun. Bring it to the court. Make this a weekend habit. It forms your body early on. Girls admire boys with perfect built. Do you drink rhum? Good. It heightens your tolerance. Just don’t let your mother catch you. I have warned you not to be aggresive to girls. Some of them like gentle boys. A gentleman never tells his feelings. He shows. A flower is a prerequisite to love. Chololate is a plus. When the sun shines, it is normal to feel the morning woods. It reminds you of becoming a man. If your tool needs wanking, find a safe place to imagine your girl. The way you imagine her is different from the way you think of her. Ask her things you want without embarrassment or hesitation. A man does his insidious desire without being caught by the woman he loves. This is how you pose before her. Don’t bend your knees. Don’t put your weight on one side. Forget your habit of parting your hair. You shouldn’t be conscious. She might think you’re vain. If you happen to see your girl chasing someone, don’t hate her. A man never hurts a woman. Just go directly to boy who insults your pride. Deal him with a fight. Be sure your girl will never know. Don’t cry. Don’t ask for her help if the fight gets worse. And fight back if you get punches and bruises. But what if he won’t punch or leave me bruises? You mean to say you are really going to be the kind of man who the men won’t let hurt?

by Arian Rey Tejano

Though you are mature cane,
You are still grass.

How did they mount your
Pliant body

If no ropes to knot you
If sand dunes rather strengthen

Your root
Loosely you will fall

How long can
Your suntanned body endure

The light weight
Of ceaseless work.

By now, rootless-
Leafless,

As you are;
No more sap

And soundless breath
To fend

This Artificial
Growth.

by Arian Rey Tejano

Cupid
knows my Heart craves though
it is too sick to be Broken- again;
if only your Attention were as Priceless
as my Hopeful Regard,
i would have fagged
a Surreal Moment that
only the edges of a Beau’s bed
can taste the Sweetest Torture
of your tender Lips-
the Crimson promise
of perfect Intimacy.
sometimes
a Touch is all you need
to Reaffirm;
if only i knew how
to fight a single Desire,
i’d stay a closer Distance
just to be a Captive
of your Fingers.
But
there is so much to Learn;
Time is too pervasive- even if
Chance is so inviting,
You are so unwaiting.

bag-o nako nahibal-an kini nga site, didto na ko naga-tambay daan sa imong site.

hapit na man gud ko mag thesis. plano sad nako nga bisaya poetry akong i-thesis.

basig pwede ta ka isulod sa akong acknowldgemnt..hehe. isip inspiration.

bitaw, nindot jud imong mga balak.

gikan pa ko ug workshop last week. didto pud nako nahibal-an nga naa diay Bisaya Magasin, ingon ni Dr. Resil Mojares. Pero lisud man gud maghanap ug outlet sa kadto nga publication..

kani diay nga balak kay gibuhat nako kadtong nangaligo mi sa akong uyab last march ug nagbulag mi pagkaugma..

bug-at kaayo nga balak.

mao pud siguro ang power sa atong dialect.. makahilanat ang epekto paghuman basa.. hehe

what is "natun-as"?

Tabangan mo kaha ako
sa pagpangita sa mga libro?

Sama sa akong pagpangita
sa liko-likong dalan
paingon sa imong dughan?

grabeh.. this is really poetry!!!

idol tlga kita mike,, i printed all your poems from your personal site,,

the best imong "dahong laya". i forgot the whole title.. basta.. n' ukay-ukay..

by Arian Rey Tejano

sa akong ulahing buga
aning hupas nga Malboro,
akong ihungaw pag-apil
ang kasakit gikan
sa gamatoy nga hiwa
sa akong baga
nga nagarasan kadtong
gipidpid mo ako
sa imong mga haluk-
nga kunohay
timaan
sa akong pagsalig
nga ako ang
katunga sa imong
kasing-kasing.

by Arian Rey Tejano

Samtang
nagkurog-kurog
ang imong mga dahon,
nga daw bungot,
ug naglaylay
ang imong mga bunga,
nga daw itlog,
nisalom
ang imong lawas,
nga daw o****,
ngadto sa bilahan sa yuta.

by Arian Rey Tejano

Kantahi ko
Samtang gigakus ko ikaw.
Iganid ug gunit ang imong mga kamot
Sa tibuok kong lawas
Ug akong ihandus pag-apil
Ang tibuok kong kusog
Paduol sa imong dubdob.
Itanday ang imong ulo
Sa akong abaga
Ug tamokon sa akong liog
Ang matag hungaw sa imong ginhawa.
Lilia ang akong kaguol
Diri sa ilalom sa akong mga pahiyom,
Samtang akong giyawit sa makadaghan
Ang imong kakapoy.

Ihalug ang imong mga kahadlok
Ngadto sa haguros sa hangin
Ug malagnot pag-apil ang akong kakulba.
Ayaw itakli ang kasakit sa matag hangus
Kay akong ikiyuob ang akong lawas
Aron kita magaid sa kahinug sa sagawsaw sa tubig.
Ihabol sa akong lawas ang imong kainit
Ug musagol ang akong katugnaw
Sa imong mga singot nga nipilit sa akong mga ngabil.

Ug kantahan ko ikaw
Samtang nagdamgo ang kagabhion

Ug kita magkisikisi
Samtang saksi ang mga balod sa atong kalipay.

by Arian Rey Tejano

kung ako
mabuhi pag-usab
pilion nako
ang kinabuhi
sa lapis:

bisan kung naa may kapakyasan,
mapapas ra kini.

bisan kung mahabol man ang akong panan-aw,
mahait ra kini.

bisan kung maglisud man ko’g duyog sa kalisud,
naa gihapoy mogunit sa akong agi.

bisan kung maupos man ko, apan dili sama sa usa ka kandila,
dili ko mamatay.

kung ang kandila mawad-an ug kahayag,
ang akong kahayag mabilin
sa papel nga puno ug balak
nga mudugay pa sa pipila
ka panuigon.