Poetographie

there was silence in the dark-
it was deafening and cold.

(lyric of episode)

The man is walking,
seriously thinking for a poem to write,
“What will be my subject,
It should be a thought of light”

he sits on a chair
The whole morning
“Ricky De Ungria is a great poet
who knows the thing”

he starts a word,
Pain is written,
he sends the thought in the air
Sharing to his countrymen.

“To the absence, to the absence,
To the limbo, to the sea
The idea is growing
Like the writer in me.”

The poem is sent to the teacher
He laughs at it and sighs
The last line, he reads
It is fake and full of lies.

“What kind of poetry is this
a perfect crap, a failed attempt?
Lines are awful,
Throw this piece, please?

“A single thought counts,
It is poetry, at some point;
An unfinished thought
That any moment sinks.”

He considered grading the poem,
And set aside his personal biases;
It is marked in red,
In accordance to his prejudices

It is his first time to encounter such poem
Lifeless, raw and terrible
They do not ring a sound
He shout in front of his table,-

“Why do I have to suffer checking this poem,
This is not worth my time”
“Grow, grow, and grow”
It doesn’t even have a rhyme.

“how many times do I have to lecture
About a bad poem and a good one,
do you know what your writing
my dear beloved son?”

“papaliti ko ug balot nimo day

gusto ko makatilw ug dise-otso”,

gihatagan sa tindera si mama ug nilakaw

nag laroy-laroy sa dalan gunit ang itlog nga init-init pa

nalipay si mama, nikatawa

mukaon napud siya ug balotug

bana

(kay nganong nangasawa man gud ug dise-otso)

gipukpok sa dalan nga semento ang balot,

nag-krak,

gihinay-hinayan ug abri ang gahi nga itlog

ug gisupsop ang init nga sabaw,

gihaloan pa gyud ug suka aron

aslom-aslom ug gidugangan pa ug asin,

gisupsop ni mama ang balot hangtud

mahurot ang sabaw

hangtod ma-uga ang itlog

paghuman ug supsop

gi hinay-hinayan ug kagat ang pisô

nadamilan niya ang buhok,

ang bukog ang mata ug ang unod,

lamimurag

karne sa manok

pero giluad ni mama ang pisô

kay giluod siya sa suka sa iro nga iyahang nakit-an,

wala niya gitulon ang dise-otso anyos,

nga nagbilin sa iyaha

kaganinang buntag paggikan niya sa night club.

the sun is high
i could barely see
my soul

the cat is sleeping
she's sleeping with
younger bro's brief
she loves it when it is stinky

the cat is burdened
sleeping with nobody-
sleeping with her soul?

the cat has so many lives,
1. fairy
2. damsel
3.bitch
4. prostitute

the cat is now lonely,
she cries,
wiping her tears
with younger bro's brief

she is burdened
and sleeping
with so many lives.

the sycamore is slowly fading
its leaves,
one, two or three left-
its trunk-
dead brown

the birds are singing
on top of its highest branch

i wonder what keeps the tree alive-
its easier to die when nobody clings on.

The rain blurred the lights-
The sodium lights she wished to see
The waves smelled as fragrant as her skin-
She couldn’t touch them with her
bare hands but it left
a stinging memory she wanted to have back-
no horizon
nothing to look back
her eyes gazed upon the wailing waves –
she could have tasted the salty tears
fresh and rejuvenating-
like a brilliant blossom of the morning sky-
it won’t leave you not until it relinquishes
its throne to man
she never had known.

I could have written this poem with a boastful group of syllables that would cling to the words you never wanted to hear-
A silent requiem, that is-
Lonely when the waves of the sea hear their
Muted wailing
Well, your dilapidated woes with a streak of memory, a universal thought never tasted-
A pride of laughter,
A gushing bleed of pain.


When I stitched the bones of the bangus-
I tried to recollect our memories
The forgotten memory two souls shared
I heard the screech of the tip of the spoon and fork-
Scratching subtle
Feeling of anger;
It slashed the moment when granny envied the silent scream of the rivaled pain-
It was me and you, eating
Both, what they have left behind.


July 2, 2008
Vales beach

*10:20 am September 15

When words whisper like gentle December winds
embracing the silence of the sleeping earth,
they go miles away in their own solitude
as distant as the ether

i wonder if these words ever come back
and find their way home
do they shiver in the cold?

in the absence of the gods
they seem like an empty space,
vacuous-
a minimalistic abstraction.

I will be blowing
a kiss in the air
to serenade the wind
to kiss you
reaching that far
and distant land
where the sun
always borrows the sky
and trees
bear sweet chocolates
as sweet as the lips of a fairy-
virgin
untouched.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2008
SUITE 412 MMC, GENSAN

YOU NEVER CALLED
SHE WAS WAITING.
SHE WAS WAITING.

A LEAF FELL OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
SHE WAS HOPING.
SHE WAS HOPING.

SHE BROKE A LINE

AND
SLEPT.

IT WAS DEEP.
IT WAS DEEP.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2008
SUITE 412 MMC, GENSAN

SHE IS SINGING
THE SONG OF PAIN
INSIDE THE SILENT MEDICATED ROOM

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2008
SUITE 412 MMC, GENSAN

SAVING
A DEXTROSED SOUL
FROM SCIENCE'S SANCTUARY.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2008
SUITE 412 MMC, GENSAN

there are other larger mountains
to climb,
and vistas
to behold...

In the distant stars there you are
among all of other brilliant diamonds,
the brightest of them all
but speak no more
of your illumination
muted radiance,
fading.

In
your
silence
i
scream

In
your
darkness
i
sing

In
your
absence
i'll
dream

night,night
please
send me
your silent
hello.

There was a happy couple-
under the shade of a tree

a strong wind swept
the brown leaves off the tree

they fell-
and kissed the earth

well,
let's just call it
the death of summer.

Stop political prejudices,
Racial discrimination,
Civil disobedience
Racial segregation

Harmonious coexistence
of Black and white-
pursuit of happiness
and liberty-
Let freedom ring,

Yes
we have a dream,
Mr.
Martin Luther King

Your
ship's siren
piercing the silence
of the languid ocean

goodbye
as you
left me with
its reverberating, dire echoes

I'll
kiss you
as you sail
sweet memories of travail

gentle
breeze caresses
me goodnight, goodnight
row, row from here-
we'll meet in knifed horizon.