Big Bang: A to Z Challenge


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The wise claim
that God made the world
but the learned lecture
that the universe came in a bang.

I like to joke
(but I truly wish)
that God just had a party
and it was the bomb!

With a bang,
the idea came to him —
like a flash! —
and so he made the world.

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Anthesis: A to Z Challenge


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Fruits are
because flowers offer themselves —
when they open up (finally!) —
shy buds no more.

But what seduces the bud
to offer its insides,
safely in the dark,
to a world ever ready to crush?

Is it the wind,
whispering and teasing?

Is it the water,
that tickles with every trickle?

Perhaps, it is the light,
threatening the dark?

This fool knows nothing
but is grateful that flowers bloom
so that fruits may be,
so that the plant may be.

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A to Z Challenge 2018


I owe you a lot — it has been almost 2 months since my last update about my reading challenge and I have made none about my efforts to live my word of the year. It’s not that I am not trying. In fact, I have been reading quite a lot recently, both local and foreign literature, and I have made arrangements to try out things I never had the guts to try before. Most recent on this list is joining a blogging challenge.

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So yeah! I have signed up for the A to Z Challenge which is held every April. For 26 days in April, I will be posting about topics themed starting from A until Z. To further challenge myself, I have been thinking of posting poetry for this challenge although I am not quite sure if that is feasible, considering my hectic work schedule.

So what do you think? Is poetry a feasible way to induct myself to this blogging challenge?

Kapag Trapik


Naaalala kita
sa tuwing nata-trapik ako sa daan.
Naaalala kong ‘di ko namamalayan ang oras
sa tuwing hawak mo ang aking kamay.

Minsan marahan mong hinahaplos ang aking palad,
ngunit madalas ay mahigpit ang iyong kapit
na parang bang ako’y mawawala.

Nami-miss daw ba kita, sabi nila.
Oo.
Laging oo ang ang sagot ko.

Kung gayo’y bakit daw ako humingi ng kalayaan?
Bakit daw kita pinakawalan.
Ewan.
Laging ewan ang sagot ko.

Ang totoo’y alam ko ang sagot —
ang tagal na nating na-trapik,
hindi na tayo makausad.

Tama lang siguro na bumaba na tayo ng jeep
at hanapin ang kanya-kanyang daan.
Sapat na siguro ang sandali
na minahal natin ang isa’t isa.

Pero oo, nami-miss nga kita,
lalo na kapag ma-trapik.

Salamat ha?
Dahil sa’yo, hindi abala ang trapik.

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Unwashed by the Sea


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It is the color of serenity,
of blissful solitude.
Unwashed, I watch in guilty tranquility.
Away from the vicissitude masked by quietude.

The sea endlessly beckons,
its rolling waves serenading my wandering soul.
It is a trap, I though reckon,
knowing many souls it once stole.

But what if the sea is my salvation?
What if only it can wash what weighs me down?
But I am afraid, beyond consolation —
What if the sea is but a ghost town?

I shall allow the sea to wash me someday.
I shall wash myself, but not today.

 
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Homeless Heart


“Home is where the heart is,”
they say.
My heart is lost.
I am homeless.

This homeless heart waits right here,
waiting for someone to take her home.

Forever Drafts


I write and write and write,
endlessly through the night.
For with the words I bleed,
my heart I freed.

Papers stained with tears I shed,
papers hidden underneath the bed.

I write and write and write —
endlessly through the night —
stillborn verses and paragraphs,
remaining forever drafts.

Blackout


The dark is captivating.

Lying in the dark is falling unto a bottomless well,
bringing me closer to a new world I cannot see.
Dead to the world yet alive, I wonder,
What does this black, empty space hold?

In the dark lie mysteries.
In the dark lie the secrets of the universe
that we are yet to uncover.
Fearful and restless, I wonder,
How long will they wait to be found?

In the dark lie stories
no one dares tell.
In the dark lie truths
no one’s prepared to hear.
In the dark, they lie,
screaming silently,
pleading to be known.
Guilty but hesitant, I wonder,
Am I ready to listen?

In this blackness I stare,
blissfully,
until the light are turned on.

Suddenly, the world is dismal and expected.

Never Call Yourself a Writer, and Other Rules for Writing


Having read innumerable writing rules, I first thought the article is just another one about writing. However, I found one truth that I never realized, until now:

“Deep down, we all want to be poets.”

In the literati ladder, the poet occupies one of the highest rungs with his enigmatic way of making music with the pen as her instrument. Thus, which lover of words would not love a poet? Which aspiring penman would not look up to a poet and aspire to be one himself?

But alas! Not all of us can be poets. We can all write but not all of us can make verses sing because that is a gift poets are born with. Because poets are born, not made like the rest of us.

Still, we keep writing verses, hoping that with each poem we take one step up that ladder. A long way to go, yes, but still a little bit closer to that coveted spot because no matter what they say and what we know, deep down, we all want to be poets.

Sometimes, not even genetic endowment can restrain the desires of the heart.

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shawna kenneyBy Shawna Kenney

First thought, best thought; revise, revise, revise. Write first thing in the morning when the mind is alert; write at night and never while sober. Do it alone, in an office with the door closed, surrounded by books; write in coffee shops, surrounded by stimulating characters and conversation. Use traditional quotation marks and capitalization Unless You Are a ‘Genius.’ Journal in longhand; always type fast. Sentences longer than three or four lines are unacceptable and tedious, unless you are William Faulkner, William Beckett, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jamaica Kincaid, Virginia Woolf, John Updike, Charles Dickens, Gabriel García Márquez, David Foster Wallace or one of those other people who can get away with it. Short is good.

Write with an ideal reader in mind; fuck the audience. Never show anyone an early draft; find a workshop for feedback. Write to please everyone; quit workshop and hire an editor. Take classes…

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Be My Muse


I can promise you forever —
yes, I really can!

I can make your beauty immortal,
you youth eternal.

Every man will sing your name,
longing or not, they will all the same.

Every lovesick maiden will know your happy tale,
and they will follow your famous love trail.

Just take my hand and be my muse,
together we have the world to amuse!