Poetry anyone?

[woodpusher]

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Pag-paningkamot


sa pag bidlisiw sa adlaw na higmata
tuktugaok sa manok, nag pawala sa duka
sa Dios amahan nag ampo kanunay
usa mag sukod sa matag adlaw'ng pag panikaysikay

wlay laen sulod sa alimpatakan
ang pag andam sa mga baligya, sa way pag langan
dili ma kurat, bsan pag kusog ang ulan
basin dili maka-kaon, kung dili ma halinan

todo shagit2x sa baligya nga gepang dala
ang ka init sa panahon ge baliwala
abog ug aso sa mga kalsada
wala pansina, basta lang maka paninda

bisan pag maka-halin lang gamay
dako na kaayo'g pasalamat ug kalipay
ang mga kasakit sa lawas ug totonlan
hingpit gyud nga na ibanan

ang haring adlaw nag hinay2x na ug pa ubos
sinyalis kini nga kaelangan na mang hipos
nag kwentag salapi sa mga baligya'ng na halin
insakto ba sa mga baligyang na salin

nag hinoktok nga nag-higda sa kwarto
usa matulog, ga huna2x para sa ugma nga trabaho
pero pag pasalamat sa Dios amahan
wala gyud mahikalimtan. . .

by: superidol

Strive

Roused by the flooding of sunrays at early morning sun
The cockadoodle doo of the rooster takes the oscitancy of anyone
To the Lord, Our Father, always praying
Before the daily act of exercising

Nothing else in mind everyday
But to prepare the merchandise without delay
Doesn't get frightened even if there's downpour
If there's no profit, might not be able to eat anymore

At the top of one's lungs shouting as a seller
Despite the scorching weather
Dust and smoke on the road
Not minding at all, just to sell good

Even if the income will be less
Will still be thankful and full of happiness
The sore throat and body pain
Completely lost because of the gain

The sun is slowly going down now
A sign to pack up now
Counting the money from the sales
To compare from the remaining items, just to trace

Inside the room pondering
Thinking for tomorrow's work before sleeping
But to Lord, Our Father, did not forget thanking

translated by: woodpusher

[superidol]

^ hurot aqng bilib nmo bai wood. .

[woodpusher]

bilib sad ko's balak nimo maong akong gisulayan ug translate..naa pay lain pang last..gilahi ra gamay kay para mo rhyme.

qng ikaw nag problema ug buwad
ayaw kabalaka, d.a aq andam mo sulbad
qng mka tilaw kalang niini aqng baligya
cguro tga adlaw ka ani mag pangita

mga buwad gkan sa bantayan aqng ika dalit
nocus, tarorot , buwad pinikas ug lamiang mga boneless danggit
kani tanan cguradong karanditasado
lamian ug dli ka mag mahay sa imong ma gasto

busa ikaw ayaw na pag duha2x
kuha.a ang cellphone ug ako contaka
pwd q nmo tawagan o txtxan
sa way pag dugay ikaw aqng replyan

dili kana ma hasol pa ani
kusog nga ulan o init dli mo na ma bati
kay aq mismo ang mo hatod sa nyong togkaran
mag bagyo o linog man sa wlay pag langan

dli ko na tas.on pa
kining tambag q pra sa higala
hinaot sa pag human mo ug basa ani
imo qng e PM pra sa ubang detalyi...

If you are having problems with dried fish
Don't worry I'm here to make it vanish
If you can taste what I am selling
Maybe everyday you'll be craving

I can share Bantayan's best dried fish
Squid, split dried fish and the delicious boneless rabbitfish
All of these are guaranteed surely
Delicious so you will not spend regretfully

Do not be hesitant
I will reply to you immediately as you want
Kindly get your cellphone then contact me
You can call or text me

You won't be hassled by this
Downpour and hotness you will miss
I will deliver it right to your doorstep
In storm and earthquake, I'll still make a trip

I won't make this long, message will end
My advice to a friend
Hopefully after reading, for further details, a private message to me you will send

translated by: woodpusher

[pohpay]

great!! just my cup of tea.. :P
are you familiar with Rolando Carbonell? his poems are awesome.. especially this one:

Beyond Forgetting

For a moment I thought I could forget you.

For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart.

I though the past could no longer haunt me – nor hurt me.

How wrong I was!

For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself.

And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me — of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions – that in all tasks I can’t help remembering you.

Many little delights and things remind me of you. Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?

I have wanted to be alone. I thought I could make myself forget you In silence and in song… And yet I remembered.

For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once beautiful, the once happy world such as ours?

I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.

I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and tenderness of my feelings towards you?

Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?

You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart.

How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But perhaps, you didn’t understand…

Remember, I came, because the gnawing loneliness is there and will be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood…until you come to me again.

For you alone can blend music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone…

..ayeee! i hope you like it..

[nausicaa]

The Resurrection

We hold so close to our hearts
The cross where Jesus died
But so much more than the blood-stained cross
Is that Jesus came back to life
The stone's been rolled away
The tomb lay open and bare
They looked for Him, and then the angel said
That He is no longer here

Oh what joy they must have felt
To see Him just once more
To eat with Him, to drink with Him
To receive Him back as Lord

So much did He accomplish
Through His death upon the cross
And in His rising from the dead
He reconciled us back to God

Nothing else could bridge the gap
That sin had wrenched apart
Now we can freely go to God
And receive Christ in our hearts

By (M.S.Lowndes)

[giraffemeister]

Faust

Is it a premonition
Or my mind’s playful invention
That this one-sided affection
Was in a two-way direction?

I loved that magic trick you did
Where you pulled your heart out of your sleeve
And gave it to me “wholeheartedly”.

I loved your illusions
In which you’d appear in every
General direction.

I loved how you’d paint a smile
Along my sorrowed face
And with the swipe of your hand
Undo it again!

But the greatest, so it seems
Was when you entered my dreams
And in my waking disappear!

All of these were unclear
Whether they were plain tricks
Or Love’s playful magic.

[Ado Sayaff]

"Her Selfish Goodbye"


Teach me how you did it.
Getting up so well while leaving me in this vanity.
Teach me how so might as well
Getting over you wouldn't be so hard as it is right now.

It could have been easier to forget you who caused me such sorrow.
The hardest part is forgetting the person that I have become because of you.
Goodbye is the easiest part, but the flashbacks after it, breaks me apart.

Teach me how. Teach me how. Teach me how.

Teach me how to forget this feeling
That with your simple text of "hi's" and "hello's"
would make me fall for you over and over again.

'Guess this stupid feeling was never gone.
Not even for a little bit.
Not even for awhile.
Not even close.

If you have done your one last cry,
I hope i can also do mine.
But after tonight, I'm crossing my fingers
That I may be able to fix these shattered pieces that were left hanging for quite awhile.
Not even a word, not even a call from you of a little explaination why.

I hate myself for not having any bitterness,
But damn I felt so depressed.
I have received the most overused consolation prize.
But non of it matters now.

How to stop my feeling like a flame that keeps on burning inside me?
So please i beg you.
Teach me how to let you go the way you've let me go.

[nausicaa]

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You'd walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me."

He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."

Mary

[<SMILE>]

Concrete Angel

She came down from above.
Through the wind and the rain.
All she carried was love.

She stood tall.
As she took it all.
This day was bound.
Death was always near.

Wanted to carry the flames.
If she make's it through.
This concrete life of pain.
She'll see butterflies, not tears.

I know she has angels near her.
They'd like to take her home.
Though she chooses to stay here.

I see her delicate fluttering wings.
Of flaming silver, blue and gold.
She must learn to use them.
That's all it will take, for her to fly.
From this perverted degrading place.

[superidol]

Libro sa Hulagway


sayu sa kabuntagon ako na ngu-kay
ning gitwag nato ug libro sa hulagway
ga pa diulos nag tan-aw sa mga minsahi
nag basa sa ge pang-wad2x nga gebati

pipila ka sigundo ako na kugang
hulagway sa baldadong tigowang
wala siyay duha ka bokton
naning kamot para makakaon

nag lakaw2x tunga sa kalsada
gadalit sa eyang mga tinda
baliwala ang piligro sa gebuhat
kaysa mang limos o mangawat

wala na ako maka bantay
akongng mga luha ning dalitay
kaniya, taas ako ug respeto
pipila lang ang ding ani nga tawo

murag gyud ge kumot akong dughan
ning gibati nga dili masabtan
nag libog sa kina-eya sa uban
mag agad usahay sa daotan

dili rason ang atong kakabos
para mag salig lng sa limos
gitagaan kita ug kinabuhi
tan-aw ko, kini ang imporanti

sa kalibutan wala kita mag inusara
dili mo biya bisan pag mag kina-unsa
lihok tawo. . . . .
kay kita tabangan sa atong Ginoo. . . .


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