A poem about the controversial President Duterte
I was confused.
I had my head heavy.
I sought the help of my Gibson guitar....
Silhouettes instead of shadows,
countenance instead of face,
immaterial, trivial,...
I accept responsibility
for my own voice.
No more fakeries,...
I’d rather be alone
because of phony speeches,
yellow solutions. It’s all fiction...
Three haiku.
Two short poems.
The green curtain does not sway
on a sunbaked day. It only crumples.
The steel window stands sleek...
My heart wilts with the coming of reason.
I try to recall the magic that once had me
But my heart no longer beats madly....
My muse doesn’t appear anymore.
I crane my neck, night and day,
over the fence, over the shrubs,...
Up to now I still have to use my head
To tell you I’m mad.
I must ignore the turmoil...
It’s so easy to write. Just make your poems,
essays, stories, novels, plays, serious and
socially committed, as the canaille and...
Live now, though despair is not over.
Never mind the bleeding scratch.
Go to the child. Attend not the hour...
Day 76
I’m looking for online writing jobs on the internet. One job I searched requires you to write 100 short articles (300 words for every article) for 15,000 pesos. That means 150 pesos per article. They got me cheap, man. I...
Day 68
I’m still reluctant to open the mushroom fruiting bags. I still do a lot of research on how to clone these fungi. I feel intimidated. Is it really for me? Still I need a lot of patience....
Day 65
A week after the proclamation of state of national emergency, GMA finally lifted it but she said she’d do it again if the same conditions of rebelliousness, lawless violence, etc. would happen. Bad boys had better behave...
Here I am, driving my car,
the goal getting nearer,
but I guess the sky...
I may not be as clear
as the blue water in a jug
but I still have an A-1...
Day 62
Tuesday, the last day before March 1. I have written a Filipino novel, my first. I have yet to type it and after that, only heaven knows where to find a publisher. I also have a collection of short stories and poems. When...
And so what now, dear heart?
The fire's gone, ended forever.
I don't remember...
His eyes are dull,
yellow, sometimes red.
His beard is white,...
Come watch me, all eyes,
my motion fluid and precise.
Arms wide open, waiting...
Let me be your lover tonight.
Everything will be all right,
But not the meter of this poem....
Now that our storm is over,
do you think I’ve no more fear?
My heart trembles still,...