a guest post! very good!

this poem is from a friend of mine who loves poetry too. if you would like to send poems to me, you people can e-mail me at kangcanwrite@yahoo.com... and please do comment!

this entry was untitled so i'll be copying it verbatim!

There is no goodbye
For you and I.
No departure;
No such thing as a farewell kiss
Nor a parting embrace.

There is only a melody,
Somber
As the sea at dusk;
Whimpering,
Fading,
Rising,
Only to die again
In the arms of daylight.

There is only a melody,
Distant
As the jewels of the night;
Bellowing,
Echoing,
Rasping
Recollections
Of evenings better and bitter.
There is only a melody,
Elusive
As fireflies,
Furtive
As spies,
Wily
As lies.

There can be no goodbye
Between you and I
Only a waltz
To which we cannot dance

>>>> ain't the poem pur-tee???!!! ^^;; made me wish i could write like that too :D

three

Ilog Pasig

What is it that makes you sad?
May I ask you what tickles your fancy?
I look out of the jeepney window
and look at
your body,
how your hands- so long and withered
reach long forward.
your tears have dried up and took the form of rubbish.
what have they done to you?

I look at you outside the jeepney window
and the moon shines on your surface.

Melancholic wonder.

-this is for a friend of mine who doesn't like to smile too much. smilesmilesmile!!!

two

sakay sa MRT
baba sa cubao
lakad doon.

tumingin sa tubig baha, baka may dumi sa
face.

remedyohan ng face powder
lagyan ng blush on...

if it is not cheeky red enough...

sige kurot dito kurot 'dyan!

leche late na ako!
i still have class for this and that
may paltos ang mga likod ng paa ko
kaya penge ng
OK na band-aid.

hanggang kailan ako magsasayang ng oras?

'eto ang buhay ko. paki mo? ulol.

------the title of this is "estudyante"
my first attempt to write tagalog contemporary free verse.

one

what is in a smile that makes other people
like
or don't like you?
are they offended by the fact that
you are too much
SUNSHINE
or they can't
bring any
SUNSHINE
into their lives
or grace some
in others' as well.

i wonder...
what will become of the
fake documents seller;
the oily faced boy;
the child that sleeps on the street;
the boy in the computer shop who blows
all his money for one measly game...
what will become of them as soon
as all the rain has gone?
and the sun stops shining...

when the moon peeks
slowly...
telling all the little stars
"hello. please stay with me.
the lights from this city might
kill your light.
so. stay close."

the moon smiles at the stars
i smile at all those people
i meet on the street.

a smile can mean well,
for one thing.

but for people so dry and deprived
it can mean the world to them.

even the moon needs the stars
to smile
so she wouldn't cry out much
dew.

i love to smile.

zero

first poem to get the ball rolling

the spring

i am thinking about

pretty white flowers

that sway obediently

when the wnd blows.

The flowers that stand out

perfectly

in the middle of

the green meadow...

white flowers

that grew from

the ground...

feeding on the remains

of the pretty white flowers

that died before them...

2:03AM

June 4, 2005

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