cocoy0 Posted May 13, 2012 Share Posted May 13, 2012 Jim Libiran and Lourd De Veyra reading Pete Lacaba's poems on the radio. Quote Link to comment
immatureandunstable Posted May 18, 2012 Share Posted May 18, 2012 LumbayRoland Tinio Nalulumbay ang puno ng goma sa gilid ng bulibardAt ang puno ng akasya sa likod ng goma.Mukhang uulan sa buong mundo.Wala na ang mahal ko, iniwanan ako. Nalulumbay ang tubig na laging kulay-aboAt ang tatlong bapor na kulay-kalawang sa laot,At sa likod, ang ulap na parang tinggang natunaw.Wala na ang mahal ko, iniwanan ako. Nakatungo ang mga dahon ng niyog,Marahang pakampay-kampaySa hanging humahampas, naglalarongAnaki’y mga batang walang kamalay-malaySa talas-kutsilyo, talas-labaha ng lumbay. At naalala ko ang isang awit na puno ng hinagpis,Parang sugat na humahapdi, lalong tinitistis.At naalala ko ang wala nang mahal koNa naparaan sa aking mundo,Parang ulap na bumitin nang ilang saglit,Saka nagpatuloy sa maraming lakad sa himpapawidAt, sa tingin ko, hindi na, hindi babalik. Quote Link to comment
yaslyn Posted May 29, 2012 Share Posted May 29, 2012 (edited) A fave of mine since I was 13 years oldThis one has so much emotion in it, and it just conveys to the reader that ambition, power and success isn't everything in life. At the tomb of Napoleon Bonaparteby Robert Ingersoll A little while ago, I stood by the grave of the old Napoleon Bonaparte, a magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit almost for a dead deity, and gazed upon the sarcophagus of rare and nameless marble, where rest at last the ashes of that restless man. I leaned over the balustrade and thought about the career of the greatest soldier of the modern world. I saw him walking upon the banks of the Seine, contemplating suicide. I saw him at Toulon, I saw him putting down the mob in the streets of Paris, I saw Napolean at the head of the army of Italy, I saw him crossing the bridge of Lodi with the tricolor in his hand, I saw him in Egypt in the shadows of the pyramids, I saw him conquer the Alps and mingle the eagle of France with eagles of the crags. I saw Napolean Bonaparte at the Battle of Marengo, at Ulm and Austerlitz. I saw Napolean Bonaparte in Russia, where the infantry of the snow and the cavalry of the wild blast scattered his legions like winter's withered leaves. I saw him a Leipsic in defeat and disaster, driven by a million bayonets back upon Paris, clutched like a wild beast, banished to Elba. I saw him escape and retake an empire by the force of his genius. I saw him upon the frightful field of Waterloo, where Chance and Fate combined to wreck the fortunes of their former king. And I saw him at St. Helena, with his hands crossed behind him, gazing out upon the sand solemn sea. I thought of the orphans and widows he had made, of the tears that had been shed for his glory, and of the only woman who ever loved him, pushed from his heart by the cold hand of ambition. And I said I would rather have been a French peasant and worn wooden shoes. I would rather have lived in a hut with a vine growing over the door, and the grapes growing purple in the kisses of the autumn Summer sun. I would rather have been that poor peasant with my loving wife by my side, knitting as the day died out of the sky, with my children upon my knees and thier arms about me. I would rather have been that man and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust, than to have been that imperial impersonation of force and murder, known as "Napoleon the Great." Edited May 29, 2012 by yaslyn Quote Link to comment
LSP Posted June 4, 2012 Share Posted June 4, 2012 Number 43Sonnets from the PortugueseElizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the waysI love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal GraceI love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faithI love thee with a love I seem to loseWith my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death. Quote Link to comment
annanicole19 Posted June 20, 2012 Share Posted June 20, 2012 John Donne(1572-1631) HOLY SONNETS. XIV. Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for youAs yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendYour force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,Take me to you, imprison me, for I,Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. Quote Link to comment
Leyna Posted June 23, 2012 Share Posted June 23, 2012 But I stayed and learned to name my thoughts, so far they are: wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, wanting, judgment,sadness. Excerpt from Buddha's Dogs by Susan Browne Quote Link to comment
dungeonbaby Posted July 8, 2012 Share Posted July 8, 2012 (edited) You Who Never ArrivedYou who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods-- all rise within me to mean you, who forever elude me. You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house-- , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me.Streets that I chanced upon,-- you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image.Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening... Rainer Maria Rilke Edited July 8, 2012 by dungeonbaby Quote Link to comment
bitoy58 Posted July 9, 2012 Share Posted July 9, 2012 "If"By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with triumph and disasterAnd treat those two imposters just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breath a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run -Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! Quote Link to comment
x-art Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 Why do I feel like I have already died Yet I haven't committed suicide Why does my heart still beat In this this life I don't want to keep How can I breathe When all I want to do is leave Why must I be here in a world I hate Where there is no one to whom I relate Why is there nothing to gain Will I ever see the end of this pain Why do I live in this place When I cant even bare to look at your beautiful face When will I be able to fall asleep Or will I forever weep Quote Link to comment
Redguard45 Posted July 18, 2012 Share Posted July 18, 2012 “Lahat ng hindi ko kailangang malaman,natutunan ko sa pelikulang For Adults Only”(By Jose F. Lacaba) Marumi and pulitiko, pero malinis ang budhing p#ta.Ipokrito ang pari, pero may ginintuang pusoang p#ta.Nagpapaaral ng kapatid na magpapariang p#ta.Namumutiktik sa p#tang %na at anak ng p#ta ang malaswang bibigng p#ta.Nalululong sa droga ang anakng p#ta.Ayaw ng p#tang %na na ang anak niyang babae’y masadlaksa pagpuputa.Ang unang tikim sa luto ng Diyos ay ipinapatikimng p#ta.Bukas ang simbahan kahit madaling-araw tuwing magdadasalang p#ta.Nagbubulungan ang mga manang na nakakasalubongng p#ta.Ginahasa ng tiyuhin ang p#ta kaya siyanagputa.Tulak ng kahirapan kung kaya nagputaang p#ta.Hindi nagpapahalik sa labiang p#ta.Kapwa p#ta ang mga kabarkadang p#ta.Magandang lalaki ang nag-aalay ng tapat na pag-ibigsa p#ta.Masungit na ina ng magandang lalaki ang nag-aalok ng perapara lumayoang p#ta.Kung binabaril ang bidang lalaki, yumayakap at tinatamaanang p#ta.Tanging kamatayan ang tutubos at magpapatawad sa kaputahanng p#ta.Sigaw ng p#ta: Pare-pareho naman tayongp#ta! Quote Link to comment
dungeonbaby Posted July 21, 2012 Share Posted July 21, 2012 this is for all of you who are lovelorn, a poem that moved me when i was so much younger, and needing to move on.I loved you -- and my love, I think, was strongerThan to be quite extinct within me yet;But let it not distress you any longer,I would not have you feel the least regret.I loved you bare of hope and of expression,By turns with jealousy and shyness sore;I loved you with such purity, such passionAs may God grant you to be loved once more. - Alexander Pushkin Quote Link to comment
LostCommand Posted July 28, 2012 Share Posted July 28, 2012 Out of the night that covers meBlack as the Pit form pole to poleI thanks whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloudUnder the bludgeonings of chancemy head is bloody yet unbowed Beyond this place of wrath and tearsLooms but the horror of the shadeyet the menace of the yearsfinds, and shall ever find me, unafraid It matters not how straight the Gatehow charged with punishment the scrollI am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul! -Invictus 1 Quote Link to comment
peterdgreat Posted August 22, 2012 Share Posted August 22, 2012 Invictus because it inspires Quote Link to comment
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