ang natigil na bugso.

This may sound very funny but I did my very first "was to be published" poem in filipino which is new for me since wala pa ako ka publish it Filipino poem gid. But due to time constrains, people constrains, emotional, room, venue, press work, dedication, and all the things that are and can be constrained, hindi matutuloy ang folio namin this year.

So for your benefit (and mine since I'm going to lathala my work) I am going to post the poems (one filipino, the other English) that I made.

The essay will come soon after I finish my book review.

Poem #1

Missing

I walked
in the room of tattered wallpapers.

With a four-poster
ladened with a soggy mattress.

Longing
for someone to lay on its glory.

A spinster's chair
in the shadows, almost

smashed but still creaking
looks for the spinster who once ruled her.

Dust
covered everything. The mirror,
fogged up and unappealing

was waiting for her mistress to come again.

A chipped sink and faucet rubbing itself
with age was the witness to all.

She had the world full, but

herself.

And how she made it quits?

by wasting her head on the porcelain. /KP

*dedicated to unsatisfied pre-madonna queens out there and bastradious (is that even a word?) kids who have everything but still crave for the world.

Poem #2

Polomolok

Sulog at
walang aatras.
Yumuko kung kailangan.

Tapakan ang lahat, 'wag lang ang
kasamang sugatan.

Manalig
sa hukbo, hindi sa diyos.

Walang diyos.

Imortal ka
hangga't gumagalaw ka
at di ka nag-iisa.

Dalhin ang sarili
nang walang pag-iimbot.

Patayan ito.

Para sa pamilya mo.

Na hindi mo na nakita
mahigit tatlong taon.

Na hindi na umaasang babalik kang gumagalaw at humuhinga.
Na naghihintay na lang sa telegrama,

patay na ang suldado sa harapan./KP

*dedicated to those soldiers at war and to my nang Clen and her family at Basilan, Daddy Eddy, and Uncle Nonoy at Norala.