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Abdul, on the eve of an ambush
Abdul, on the eve of an ambush a rifle rests in my arms for now steel chilling the bones which ache for the children and the wife in my mind and the maddening smell of morning rice as in a … Continue reading
Posted in book, poetry, politics
Tagged ambush, Ateneo de Manila University Press, jolo, Mindanao, Ricardo de Ungria, Sulu
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mt. tumantangis
mt. tumantangis (from the collection: Mt. Tumantangis and Other Poems on Sulu) she lays open the breast to the sea and crouches low enough to ward off the winds, her brows impose the wisdom of the time harder than the jutting … Continue reading
arrivals
arrivals (from the collection: Mt. Tumantangis and Other Poems on Sulu) the wharf is like the season’s face it marks the time, the coming and the going witness the breeze dive to kiss the expectant waves, or the wind howl … Continue reading
Posted in collection: mt. tumantangis and other poems on sulu, photography, poetry, politics
Tagged arrivals, authority, breeze, drones, hometown, justice, law, military presence, mt. tumantangis and other poems on sulu, naval boats, peace, poem, soldiers, steel, Sulu, waves, wharf, yearning
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the calm
the calm (from the collection: Mt. Tumantangis and Other Poems on Sulu) it haunts the people’s dream of comfort too. the cozy rooms, the furnished halls drive the cold out into the night and into the poor man’s house, it … Continue reading
the waves of sulu
(All photos are courtesy of Harly Limlingan Marcuap of http://www.akrosdayunibers.com) the waves of sulu a boy contemplates the nipa huts beneath the coconut trees as a patch firewoods for the sacrificial pyre and the land heaves beside the waves. … Continue reading
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Tagged beach, boat, coconut, collection, Harly Limlingan Marcuap, jolo, mangrove, mt. tumantangis and other poems on sulu, peek, sea, shores, stilt houses, Sulu, travel advisories, waves, white sand, www.akrosdayunibers.com
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dawn
dawn the causeways rattle under sleepy feet waking to the call to prayer at dawn; winds snake from below the sea as sharp bites to a native reality and the tide gently laps to grace the burdened stilts.
fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover
fleeting thoughts of a fevered lover now the gurgling of peace in confused currents of a soft-silvered stream that runs under my pillow is joined by the stringed reflection of your guitar — a heartfelt tone of some moonbeam lights … Continue reading
Circuitry
Circuitry The electric circuitry paces An environmental complex even as The swinging of one’s cradle Accelerates to and fro And to and fro: Finally dislodges me.
Posted in about me, collection: untitled (1976), essay, information technology, poetry, politics, science & technology
Tagged blogging, circuitry, computer, crescendo, Diliman, electrical, engineering, Focus Philippines Magazine, homesteading, identity, jolo, Kerima Polotan-Tuvera, Manila, martial law, Mindanews, philippines, poetry, Quezon City, Said Sadain, secessionist, Southern Mindanao, Sulu, technology, University of the Philippines, wiring, WordPress, writing, Zamboanga
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Recite!
If my memory still serves me right, back in kindergarten, we were taught a rhyme that went like this: “…away with coffee, away with tea, milk, milk come to me!…” At home I was however reciting — nay, more like … Continue reading
This is not like it, the visions
This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster:
Posted in collection: looking back into ten years, poetry
Tagged Apocalypse, beatles, besieged, butterfly, Che Guevara, computers, consumerism, desolation, dystopia, Focus Philippines Magazine, Four Horsemen, ghosts, gradeschooler, growing up, innocence, poetry, proselytizers, revolutions, schoolmaster, Sulu, visions
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