What Poetry Moved You?

[bods1000]

bods, andito ka rin pala! didn't know you were a rocker...and poet too!

some of the best rock lyrics can pass off as poems by themselves.

 

If sand waves were sound waves

What song would be in the air now

What stinging tune

Could split this endless noon

And make the sky swell with rain.

 

If war were a game that a man or a child

Could think of winning

What kind of rule

Can overthrow a fool

And leave the land with no stain.

- Suzanne Vega Song Of Sand

[a_ngel]

Come to me through my dreams

& than by day I shall be well again,

So for the night will more than pay

the hopeless longing of the day.

 

Come as thow comes a thousand times

a messenger in radiant climbs,

and smile on thy new world

and be as kind to others as to me.

 

Or as thow never comes in soth,

come now & let me dream a truth,

Part my hair & Kiss my brow ,

& say "My Love why Sufferth thow"?

 

Come to me through my dreams,

& by day I shall be well again

So for the night will more than pay

the hopeless longing of the day.

 

William Shakesphere.

[Magaling]

Something light for a change.

 

MENTIROSA

By Mellow Man Ace

 

Check this out baby

Tenemos tremendo lio

Last night you didn’t go

A la casa de tu tio

Resulta ser hey you were at a party

Higher than the sky

Emborrachada de Bacardi

I bet you didn’t know que conocia al cantinero

He told me you were drinking and wasting my dinero

talking about come and enjoy

what a women gives an hombre

(but first of all see, I have to know your nombre)

But I really wanna ask ya que si es verdad

and please por favor tell me la verdad

cause I really need to know, yeah necesito entender

if you're gonna be a player or be my mujer

cause right now you're just a liar, a straight mentirosa

today u tell me something y manana otra cosa

 

I remember the day que tu me decias

Time and time again que tu me querias

and at the time hey yo te creia

porque no sabia that u were a relambia

con Fulanito y Menganito, Joseito y Fernandito,

Larry and Joey y then his brother Chico

mucho que frentera that’s a straight skeezer

si quieres un pedazito go her way coz she's a pleaser

but I tell ya straight up porque brother me di de cuanta

that on Main Street her cuerpo estaba a la venta

now get some el que quiera get some cualquiera

hey yo she don’t care man she's a tremenda fiera

yeah you're hot to trying how to get what i got

pero ya que te conozco what I got i guess not

coz you’re just a mentirosa con tu lengua venenosa

today u tell me something, y manana es otra cosa

 

Estaba en tu casa y ring there goes the phone

recogiste y dijiste (call me back, I’m not alone)

el queria tu direccion, yeah just your address

y antes que colgaste I heard u say (I'll wear a dress)

alabao que descarada is what ran through my mind

so I say lets go out tonight", she says (we go out all time)

ella no sabia that yo I knew her plan,

de que iba a salir with that other man

so I told the girl in Spanish I said "Ya me voy."

cause you ain't treating me like I’m some sucker toy

cause who needs u anyway con tu lengua venenosa

today you tell me something y manana es otra cosa

 

Just thought I'd share the lyrics of one of my favorite raps of all time. Peace!

(Sana hindi OT- poetry din naman ang rap diba?)

[DELISYUS]

not my own but.... they've touched me yet again...

when you're troubled, lost, confused, angry, insecure, in despair....

 

AFTER A WHILE

by Veronica Shofftstall

after a while, you learn the subtle difference

between holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning

and company doesn't mean security

and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts

and presents aren't promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes open

with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child

and you learn to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans

after a while

you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much

so plant your own garden and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

and you learn that you really can endure

that you really are strong

and you really do have worth

 

and this naman... when you're already empowered and happy about who you are

 

AFTER "AFTER A WHILE"

After 'after a while'

You want to hold a hand not to chain a soul

but to enjoy its company,

and you want someone's lips to kiss,

not because you are lonely but because you are happy,

and you want to give presents and you want to make promises.

After 'after a while'

You begin to accept your defeats like an adult,

but like a child, will want someone to listen and care,

and you want someone who will build roads with you today

so maybe you can pave the way for your future together.

After 'after a while'

You want someone's sunshine and warmth,

but also accept the rain and the cold,

and you want to give flowers picked from your own garden.

And when your garden is picture perfect,

you want it to be more than a picture

even if it means having to be imperfect

because you want someone in it to stay and to live.

Then you'll see that there is such a thing as love...

and that you were made to live in someone else's garden...

and you'll know that there is more to life than yourself.

Edited July 30, 2004 by DELISYUS

[Grimace]

hi..im a pablo neruda fan and we both love the ocean , i would love to share this to all of you ,its called ENIGMAS

 

You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with

his golden feet?

I reply, the ocean knows this.

You say, what is the ascidia waiting for in its transparent

bell? What is it waiting for?

I tell you it is waiting for time, like you.

You ask me whom the Macrocystis alga hugs in its arms?

Study, study it, at a certain hour, in a certain sea I know.

You question me about the wicked tusk of the narwhal,

and I reply by describing

how the sea unicorn with the harpoon in it dies.

You enquire about the kingfisher's feathers,

which tremble in the pure springs of the southern tides?

Or you've found in the cards a new question touching on

the crystal architecture

of the sea anemone, and you'll deal that to me now?

You want to understand the electric nature of the ocean

spines?

The armored stalactite that breaks as it walks?

The hook of the angler fish, the music stretched out

in the deep places like a thread in the water?

 

I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its

jewel boxes

is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure,

and among the blood-colored grapes time has made the

petal

hard and shiny, made the jellyfish full of light

and untied its knot, letting its musical threads fall

from a horn of plenty made of infinite mother-of-pearl.

 

I am nothing but the empty net which has gone on ahead

of human eyes, dead in those darknesses,

of fingers accustomed to the triangle, longitudes

on the timid globe of an orange.

 

I walked around as you do, investigating

the endless star,

and in my net, during the night, I woke up naked,

the only thing caught, a fish trapped inside the wind.

[Magaling]

Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox:

 

Seventeen Warnings in Search of a Feminist Poem

by Erica Jong

 

1. Beware of the man who denounces ambition; his fingers itch under his gloves.

 

2. Beware of the man who denounces war through clenched teeth.

 

3. Beware of the man who denounces women writers; his penis is tiny and cannot spell.

 

4. Beware of the man who wants to protect you; he will protect you from everything but himself.

 

5. Beware of the man who loves to cook; he will fill your kitchen with greasy pots.

 

6. Beware of the man who loves your soul; he is a bullshitter.

 

7. Beware of the man who denounces his mother; he is a son of a bitch.

 

8. Beware of the man who spells son of a bitch as one word; he is a hack.

 

9. Beware of the man who loves death too well; he is taking out insurance.

 

10. Beware of the man who loves life too well; he is a fool.

 

11. Beware of the man who denounces psychiatrists; he is afraid.

 

12. Beware of the man who trusts psychiatrists; he is in hock.

 

13. Beware of the man who picks your dresses; he wants to wear them.

 

14. Beware of the man you think is harmless; he will surprise you.

 

15. Beware of the man who cares for nothing but books; he will run like a trickle of ink.

 

16. Beware of the man who writers flowery love letters; he is preparing for years of silence.

 

17. Beware of the man who praises liberated women; he is planning to quit his job.

[Magaling]

Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox:

Para din kila misteriosa at lusciousmilk . . .

[a_ngel]

Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox: 

 

Seventeen Warnings in Search of a Feminist Poem

by Erica Jong

nice! :cool: he he he

 

tenchyu?

[moonflower]

Para din kila misteriosa at lusciousmilk . . .

 

thanks, friend. basahin ko nga.

[Raintribe]

Para kila broke, WyldChik, quickie, freakish, Nene, ladydredd, at Raintribe at sa mga kababaihang madalas mag-post sa Mailbox: 

 

Seventeen Warnings in Search of a Feminist Poem

by Erica Jong

applause.....

[Magaling]

Here's another Neruda in Tagalog:

 

Nais Kong Ika'y Mawalang-Tinag

Nais kong ika’y mawalang-tinag

Na tila ba ikaw ay wala sa paligid

At naririnig mo lamang ako sa dakong malayo

At tinig ko’y di dumadampi sa iyo

 

Wari’ng mga mata mo’y nagsisipagliparan

At wari’ng isang halik ang tumakip sa iyong bibig

Tulad nang kalahatang pinuno ng aking kaluluwa

Ika’y lumitaw sa mga bagay-bagay

 

Pinuno ng aking diwa

Ikaw ang aking kariwaan

Isang paru-parong bumukal sa panaginip

At ika’y tulad ng salitang: Kapighatian

 

Nais kong ika’y mawalang-tinag

At ika’y tila pagkalayo-layo

Sa pandinig ko ika’y waring nananangis

Paru-parong humuhuni, gaya ng kalapati

At ako’y narinig mo mula sa malayo

At yaring tinig ko'y di umaabot sa iyo

 

Bayaang ako’y puma-sayo’t mawalang-tinag sa iyong pananahimik

At hayaang ako’y makipag-usap sa iyong di pag-imik

Na siyang sing-linaw ng isang lampara

Payak tulad ng isang yaring singsing

 

Ika’y tulad ng gabi

Kalubkob ng katahimikan at yaong mga bituin

Katahimikan mo’y gaya ng sa isang tala

Sing layo at sing tapat

 

Nais kong ika’y mawalang-tinag

Na tila ba ikaw ay wala sa paligid

Malayo at puno ng abang kalungkutan

Kung magkagayon nga'y ikaw ay papanaw

Isang salita kung magkagayon, isang ngiti ay sapat

At ako’y maligaya

Maligayang yaon ay walang katotohanan

Edited October 5, 2004 by Magaling

[Z]

From a friend...

 

Mindf**k

 

Feel nothing of the pain crawling on to my body

For a glimpse beyond the heat of fantasy

To fill my mouth with bittersweet agony

A game lost between you and me

In serenity, I watch the sight of each chance drift

Of the clouds unweigh, of a vague picture shift

But if a hint of IF's for once sounds right;

If fearless cry must pass across his lie,

If my feet stop to dance over his plead of a distance,

If our gap halts to deprive our numbers side by side,

If a gush of time snaps me forth to your pride,

Would it lead me into your arms forever tonight?

 

by KA

8 December 2004

[Guest temperamental]

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

[Magaling]

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

<{POST_SNAPBACK}>

 

Wala akong magawa kaya naiisipan kong Tagalugin

 

May isang bagay na nais kong malaman mo

Batid mo kung paano'ng

kapag ako’y tumingin

sa kristal na buwan, sa mapulang sanga

ng mabagal na taglagas sa aking bintana

kapag ako’y humipo

malapit sa apoy

ang di-masaling na abo

o ang kunutang katawan ng troso,

lahat ay naghahatid sa akin tungo sa iyo

wari’ng lahat ng kalikhaan,

mga samyo, magaan, kabakalan,

ay tila maliliit na balsang

lumalayag

tungo sa ‘yong mga pulong nag-aabang sa akin

 

Kung gayon, ngayon,

kung paunti-unting ika’y hihinto nang pag-ibig sa akin

Ako ma’y paunti-unting titigil nang pagsinta sa iyo

 

Sakaling kagyat

ika’y lumimot sa ‘kin

ako’y huwag mong nang hanapin

pagkat ako kung gayo’y lumimot na rin sa iyo

 

Kung iyo’ng pag-isipan ng matagal at masidhi

ang ihip ng mga layag

na dumaraan sa ‘king buhay

at ikaw na nagpasyang

ako’y iwan sa dalampasigan

ng puso kung saan ako’y nag-ugat,

alalahanin

na sa araw ngang yaon,

sa oras na yaon,

itataas ko’ng yaring mga bisig

at mga ugat ay mabubunot

upang humanap ng ibang lupa

 

Subalit

kung sa bawat araw,

bawat oras

nababatid mo’ng ika’y nakatakda sa akin

nang walang sing-tamis,

kapag sa bawa’t araw isang bulaklak

ang namamanhik sa’yong mga labi upang ako’y hanapin,

o aking irog, o aking giliw

sa akin ang lahat ng init ay nauulit

sa aki’y walang natutupok o nalilimutan

pag-ibig ko’y nabubuhay sa’yong pagmamahal, sinta,

at habang ika’y buhay ito’y lagi sa’yong yakap

nang di rin naman nawawala sa'king piling

Edited December 15, 2004 by Magaling

[solidus019]

The voyeur, the peeper, the Peeping Tom, is a dark

comedian. He is repulsive in his dark anonymity,

in his secret invasion. He is pitifully alone.

But, strangely, he is able through this same silence

and concealment to make unknowing partner of

anyone

within his eye's range. This is his threat and

power.

 

J. Morrison