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The old beggar by the church door
Each Sunday I see him
seated on the church steps,
bedraggled clothes, white hair and beard,
as I arrive for the last Mass,
head bowed almost to his knees.
Has he been there all day?
Has he eaten?
Where are the sons he brought
into this world, cared for,
nurtured, loved so...
Why...
Sa Katawang Nagbubuhat, Bumubuhat
(-kay Hidilyn Diaz)
‘Tong isport kong‘di ‘sinsikat ng básketból
Pagsasanay sa pagbuhat ng mabigát
Ilang kilo’t ilang timbang, búhat lahát
Nakakintal, sa katawan ‘tong paghukóm.
‘Tong paghukom, sa masel ko’y lumanguyngóy
Sa weightlifting, lagi-lagi’y nagbubuhát
Kung nanalo, sa balita’y hindi salát
Sa Olympics, sa Asian Games, ‘tinatambol.
Ngunit, batid naman nating ‘di...
sINApupunan
tiwarik at yukyok
ako’y nanahan
sa kweba ni Inang
tigib ng karimlan
ikasiyam na buwa’y
dumatal
supling ng uniberso’y
iniluwal
Nagkangipi’t
nagkabulbol
Saka naging
suhi
Sa sansina-
pupunang
Nagdadalang-
muhi.
A big house is a small house
Like a shoebox cramped with preserved
Fragments of quite a life lived by—the letters
From a childhood friend, puppy love remembered
A ribbon, the first book gifted, cookie wrappers
Like a matchbox—emptied, cleaned and feathered
Cushioned with small cloth and with some litters
Of breadcrumbs, compartmentalized with cut boards
To...
More poems in refracted light
As a child I was taught never
To curse the rain, no matter the floods
Or the roof blown off due to howling
Wind, indeed never mind the lost
House as long as one was alive,
To live and let live, even if night’s
Softness lay in ambush, waiting
For...
Red
Everyone says that
Red is the color
Of love and passion
Which adds meaning to
lovers’ days and
inflames their hungry nights
Yet some of us forget
That red is blood
Personifying life
It moves and flows
Inside our bodies, placing
A stamp on our existence
This hue is the flag
Of pain and sorrow,
Which reminds...
