The Seventh of a Dozen Verses
January 14, Friday
*Treason*
Why does it have to be me?
I would no longer delve on that question
I'll just get on with my task
To free my family from bondage
Why does it have to be me?
I would no longer try to figure it out
I'll just endure such hurtful words and finish
This obligation that fell on my shoulders
Why does it have to be me?
I would no longer ask them
I'll just think of my loved ones who
Truly love and know me
Why does it have to be me?
Oh, may I soon live my life on my own accord
Away from those who to reason cannot afford
January 15, Saturday
*Doppler*
Every passing moment narrows the gap between far and near
But my head continues to throb in uncertainty and fear
The bliss I'm hoping for is radiating yet still unclear
Lights flicker in the same fashion a firefly would shed a tear
The song of the crickets is fading in the rain
As if the Doppler effect of a leaving train
Colder than the coldest Winter home my heart is
When all is fin'lly over I'll remember this
I yearn to return; it will surely be a wham
Home sweet home—warmer than the warmest welcome hum
January 16, Sunday
*Flight*
Midnight was bright, amber were the streetlights; I stared at the snow on the ground and at the stars in the sky
In a flash of hallucinatory flight—or was it a split-second moment of near-slip to regressive lunacy?—I felt I could levitate and fly
Pale and plaintive, inattentive and uncommunicative; I'm preoccupied with my pathetic plight
Weak, sullen, and numb; my brain is spiraling, my senses whining on this Winter silent night
January 17, Monday
*Dented*
His hurtful words uttered lucidly
My respect and affection they had dented
His disloyalty and defection
Had earned my distrust and resentment
January 18, Tuesday
*Oval*
To them a box is just a box
To me it is a container of various wonderful things
To them a ball is a round object
But what about a rugby football?
To them the igloo is the Eskimos' home
To me it is the symbol of the Inuit's resilience and adaptability
To them the Philippines is a land of banana plants and coconut trees
To me my homeland is an epitome of a developing country
To them an alphabet is just a set of letters
To me it is the cradle of most societies
To them a song is just the voice and the melody
To me it is a symphony of various harmonies
To them a home is but a house
To me a house is not a home if devoid of respect and love
January 19, Wednesday
*Scribe*
Languages are indeed the transmitters of cultures
While writing systems and scripts their loyal preservers
I will continue to transmit the cultures I've been learning
Persevere in preserving them through writing and by sharing
January 20, Thursday
*Anesthetized*
The branches of the trees were waving at me, as if they were hands
A hundred fingers glistening, pointing me to unknown and mysterious lands
Reflected on my eyes, as lucid as those of the clearest and quietest ponds
My eyes are droopy
My hands wobbly
Words no longer rhyme
Don't tell me 'tis sublime
Slumber is calling
The water is splashing
Blinded by darkness
Deafened by silence
Blanded by numbness
Anesthetized by the sameness
Of everything and nothing
January 21, Friday
*Intact*
The day I left my dear Motherland
I thought I'd fin'lly earned my freedom
"I'm free, at last!" That's what I said
From poverty my hands unbound
But stepping on a foreign land
'Twas exile; or was it martyrdom?
Fearful; my sense of freedom fled
Uncertainty was what I found
To wonderland I though I'd escaped
Instead, my pride and rights were raped
Can I still rise after this agony
With my rights regained and an intact pride?
My heart is bruised and my spirit tired
May I survive for my matrimony
January 22, Saturday
*Future*
The earth is where I stand on
The sky is where I stare at
The birds' song is what I listen to
The fishes' patience is what I believe in
My thoughts are what I make love with
My dreams are what 'tis all about
My heart is where I'm keeping you
To home is where I'm coming back
The future is what I'm living for
January 23, Sunday
*Greet*
Greet me and I'd quiver
Kiss me and I'd shiver
Leave me, oh please, never
Stay with me forever
Hug me and I'd tremble
Caress me and I'd stumble
Words I could only mumble
Thoughts in my brain they jumble
Yet my heart is as always humble
January 24, Monday
*Págbatì*
At lumípas na namán ang panibágong kaarawán
Dagdàg na namán sa mga áraw na pinaháhalagahán
Subálit karaníwan pa rin ang áking pinagkákaabalahán
Di bale, may mga pláno't pangárap namán akóng pinagháhandaan
Salámat namán at kahìt sa símpleng handáan
Áking kaarawán sa áki'y nagdúlot ng kasiyáhan
Subálit kundì sa mga pagbáting nagdàgsáan
Hindi sána sapát ang tinamásang kaligayáhan
January 25, Tuesday
*Táhak*
Muli na naman akong mangangarap
Sa k'waderno'y sisipi ng panibagong mga karanasan
Daragdagan ang mga alaala't nakaraan
Tatahak ng panibagong mga daan
Sandata'y pluma at tibay ng isipa't kalooban
Kaagapaý mga mahal sa buhay at kaibigan
*Treason*
Why does it have to be me?
I would no longer delve on that question
I'll just get on with my task
To free my family from bondage
Why does it have to be me?
I would no longer try to figure it out
I'll just endure such hurtful words and finish
This obligation that fell on my shoulders
Why does it have to be me?
I would no longer ask them
I'll just think of my loved ones who
Truly love and know me
Why does it have to be me?
Oh, may I soon live my life on my own accord
Away from those who to reason cannot afford
January 15, Saturday
*Doppler*
Every passing moment narrows the gap between far and near
But my head continues to throb in uncertainty and fear
The bliss I'm hoping for is radiating yet still unclear
Lights flicker in the same fashion a firefly would shed a tear
The song of the crickets is fading in the rain
As if the Doppler effect of a leaving train
Colder than the coldest Winter home my heart is
When all is fin'lly over I'll remember this
I yearn to return; it will surely be a wham
Home sweet home—warmer than the warmest welcome hum
January 16, Sunday
*Flight*
Midnight was bright, amber were the streetlights; I stared at the snow on the ground and at the stars in the sky
In a flash of hallucinatory flight—or was it a split-second moment of near-slip to regressive lunacy?—I felt I could levitate and fly
Pale and plaintive, inattentive and uncommunicative; I'm preoccupied with my pathetic plight
Weak, sullen, and numb; my brain is spiraling, my senses whining on this Winter silent night
January 17, Monday
*Dented*
His hurtful words uttered lucidly
My respect and affection they had dented
His disloyalty and defection
Had earned my distrust and resentment
January 18, Tuesday
*Oval*
To them a box is just a box
To me it is a container of various wonderful things
To them a ball is a round object
But what about a rugby football?
To them the igloo is the Eskimos' home
To me it is the symbol of the Inuit's resilience and adaptability
To them the Philippines is a land of banana plants and coconut trees
To me my homeland is an epitome of a developing country
To them an alphabet is just a set of letters
To me it is the cradle of most societies
To them a song is just the voice and the melody
To me it is a symphony of various harmonies
To them a home is but a house
To me a house is not a home if devoid of respect and love
January 19, Wednesday
*Scribe*
Languages are indeed the transmitters of cultures
While writing systems and scripts their loyal preservers
I will continue to transmit the cultures I've been learning
Persevere in preserving them through writing and by sharing
January 20, Thursday
*Anesthetized*
The branches of the trees were waving at me, as if they were hands
A hundred fingers glistening, pointing me to unknown and mysterious lands
Reflected on my eyes, as lucid as those of the clearest and quietest ponds
My eyes are droopy
My hands wobbly
Words no longer rhyme
Don't tell me 'tis sublime
Slumber is calling
The water is splashing
Blinded by darkness
Deafened by silence
Blanded by numbness
Anesthetized by the sameness
Of everything and nothing
January 21, Friday
*Intact*
The day I left my dear Motherland
I thought I'd fin'lly earned my freedom
"I'm free, at last!" That's what I said
From poverty my hands unbound
But stepping on a foreign land
'Twas exile; or was it martyrdom?
Fearful; my sense of freedom fled
Uncertainty was what I found
To wonderland I though I'd escaped
Instead, my pride and rights were raped
Can I still rise after this agony
With my rights regained and an intact pride?
My heart is bruised and my spirit tired
May I survive for my matrimony
January 22, Saturday
*Future*
The earth is where I stand on
The sky is where I stare at
The birds' song is what I listen to
The fishes' patience is what I believe in
My thoughts are what I make love with
My dreams are what 'tis all about
My heart is where I'm keeping you
To home is where I'm coming back
The future is what I'm living for
January 23, Sunday
*Greet*
Greet me and I'd quiver
Kiss me and I'd shiver
Leave me, oh please, never
Stay with me forever
Hug me and I'd tremble
Caress me and I'd stumble
Words I could only mumble
Thoughts in my brain they jumble
Yet my heart is as always humble
January 24, Monday
*Págbatì*
At lumípas na namán ang panibágong kaarawán
Dagdàg na namán sa mga áraw na pinaháhalagahán
Subálit karaníwan pa rin ang áking pinagkákaabalahán
Di bale, may mga pláno't pangárap namán akóng pinagháhandaan
Salámat namán at kahìt sa símpleng handáan
Áking kaarawán sa áki'y nagdúlot ng kasiyáhan
Subálit kundì sa mga pagbáting nagdàgsáan
Hindi sána sapát ang tinamásang kaligayáhan
January 25, Tuesday
*Táhak*
Muli na naman akong mangangarap
Sa k'waderno'y sisipi ng panibagong mga karanasan
Daragdagan ang mga alaala't nakaraan
Tatahak ng panibagong mga daan
Sandata'y pluma at tibay ng isipa't kalooban
Kaagapaý mga mahal sa buhay at kaibigan
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