Even in Winter

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Trees are all I see,
The sun keeps watching me;
Over the clouds, smiling and hovering.
How can you think I have forgotten thee,
when even it’s winter, I feel you closer?

Underneath the clouds,
You cannot be found,
And I left, bereft,
So many words unsaid.

The leaves are dead and gone,
and darkest night has come,
But dreams, it seem, can bring
Cold winter into spring.

-haiku 1/04/18

Burned (In the midst of winter)

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You can never go far, chasing a star.
It burns you, tears you apart.
If you are lucky, you can make some art. 
Yet a star feels harsh on the skin,
it sears from within.
Never let your eyes stare,
at its glare, lest you have enough air,
to breathe and live.
For the light it gives,
is painfully sweet,
and tastes of defeat.

-if you catch it, it’s worth it

First Dance

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I was thirteen, the world was young,
The night was light and so were your words,
Older by two years at least,
You were oddly serious – looking, and I was
Sitting there, across the room

Music played, I was my usual quiet self.
Just  when I decided, sleep was better,
Than the noisy world, I saw your hand-
“May I have this dance?”

I stared appalled,
twenty-seven or more young lasses,
in front of you and I,
But it was my hand you held.

It was brief, our eyes never met,
I knew your name
and I was just as perplexed-
It meant nothing,  I bet.

After a year,
The world took its turn,
I lived my life, slowly grew up.
I got a letter , asking how I was.

I wrote back, a friendly gesture,
“Hello, I said, nice to hear from you again.”
Three months later, without replies,
I learned, you passed away, at sixteen.

Maybe I will see you again, another time,
As a friend, a brother, another night,
Maybe we can have another dance,
For now, I leave you in God’s hands…

-To A Friend, Ariel Dioquino, may you rest in peace.

 

 

Raking Leaves

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This is not a poem.

I was raking  leaves at the backyard when I noticed the shapes varied and realized how diverse they look. Piece by piece,  they got stuck to the steel edge;  as I pulled and gathered, piled and plucked.

Leaves. They are like people – they have many colors, some are the same as others,  a few are distinct. Most of which are dead, dried, decomposed, and returning to the ground. Some forcefully severed from healthy branches, only to lie amongst the dead ones, and soon perhaps, will turn as brown and as wasted.

I imagine how the journey of mankind is likened to a leaf’s. At some point you are robust and green in your youth, then as Autumn claims its stake, you turn golden and orange, too bright and too warm until Fall, then life gets you burned, you start to weaken at old age and become anxious about what lies beyond. As you expose yourself with the lies that you were told to believe, later on you will  start to detach your self from a wicked system that society forces on everyone.

And you  succumb and die. Like dead leaves.

We all fall down to the ground, leaves and people.  We all return to our source and Creator after we have shone in our brightest colors. Some of us fall earlier in green, quite unprepared and unready. Yet, in the end, winter always come, but those who are unafraid of the bitter cold, are just asleep. Until they awaken to another summer.

This is not a poem. I am just raking leaves.

Katahimikan

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Ako lang ba ang nakadinig,
Ng iyong pagtangis sa kabila
ng mga halakhak at pagtawa?
Ako lang ba ang nakabasa
Sa iyong pagkabalisa?
O sadyang guni-guni lamang
Ang lungkot sa iyong mata?
Ako lang ba ang nakakita
ng malayo mong tanaw
sa kawalan, tila walang patutunguhan?
Baka naman ang iyong katahimikan
ay sadyang mapaglinlang?
At ako ay tila ba napaglaruan-
ng malalim mong isipan?
Marahil ako nga lang…

Limbo

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I came to save you but in the end,
I needed to save myself;
This place is heaven and hell,
This path is not for the weak of heart;

And I am just learning to swim,
blinded with the idea that an act of heroism can
somehow make it easier for us,
but this war was never meant for winning.

Lukewarm zone, temporary bliss,
I lost my life for a momentary kiss-
What an ironic twist, this is,
It was all a mirage, indeed.

Edited

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Daig pa ng kunyaring ulap
tumakip ang  hangin, at hangarin-
sa gitna ng alapaap
parang litratong di tunay-
pilit na sinikap paglapitin
kapangayarihan ng Photoshop
ngunit ang mga patlang sa gitna
na pilit mang tanggalin,
at pagugnayin –
ay ukol sa pagkakaibang di man mapapansin,
langit at lupa, bata – matanda,
mayaman – dukha,
nakahawlang mga kaluluwa,
walang bukas na naghihintay,
Mapagkunwaring pag-uugnay-
sa larawan lamang maaring magpantay.

-Cricket

Langit at Lupa.
Tula sa Tagalog.

11:11

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Isang libo, isang daan at labing-isa,
Paulit ulit ka bang magpapakita?
At ako ay minsang nagtataka,
Kung bakit tila may mensahe ka;

Matapos ang saliw ng musika,
At kung saan-saan man mapako,
Itong balisang isip at mata,
Ay hindi na kayang maitago-

Isang libo, isang daan at labing isang
Pangitain na nagbabadya kunwa,
Ng kapalarang di maaninag,
Dilim sa ilalim ng iyong liwanag.

“Kathang isip nga ba ng makatang isip?”

-Cricket

Summer Haiku

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I love the sound of rain,
like the thumping of my heart when you are close to me.
It reminds me of the synergy of nature-

and the rebirth of life
as each drop of rain resurrects seeds
from the parched arid land.

Rain refreshes my mind after a long summer day,
of waiting for you,
days become like a lifetime.

Remember we met one rainy day?
I don’t get tired of raindrops,
I don’t mind waiting.

*unconventional haiku freeverse

-Cricket

Jigsaw

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Fall for a god,
What greater wrath brought it naught,
To see the sun serenade the stars,
Whilst the moon is left distraught;

Watch the face of death,
Know the taste of love,
Is it not farce that meeting such,
Tears become laughter in the mouth?

Beauty is in love and death,
Seers and prophets view its form,
Eternal as sunrises and sunsets,
Maketh paradise its home.

Die if you must, live if you dare-
Cast your lots then, In this ambiguous affair.

 

-Cricket

A sonnet inspired by Will, and his  undying love for Alice.