(Para kay Nelinda ‘Sr. Mary Francis’ Añover) BY RAYMUND B. VILLANUEVA Taym pers, hintay naman sana Sa dami ng maari nang mauna Bakit ito pang si Nelinda Ang inaya Mong maaga? Taym pers, nalimot Mo yata Ang dasal ng mga aba Ng katutubo’t magsasaka Si Francis ay makapiling pa? Ang madre ng kapwa bukid at…
Category: Poetry
March 29, Reply to a Comrade
Many years from now
we shall talk about the moon moving triumphantly
across a red sky;
we shall talk about the trees swaying
amidst red banners on the plaza we shall pass by
Matatakot pa ba kami?
Hindi na namin dinig ang kalabugan
ng nag-uunahang daga sa dibdib.
Pag-ibig sa katarungan
ang itinitibok ng aming puso.
Tokhang: An Improvised Villanelle
When your voice no longer bears the weight
of what you must say, then language must have gone away,
or forcibly buried underground,
silenced the fascist way.
General Luna Street
A city’s peace / once more cracked, broken / by a heinous deed / against a barrister of a people’s rights.
TULA | Kung Minsa’y Nawawala ang Lakas
Women artists of Sulong Likha, a member organization of the Dap-ayan ti Kultura iti Kordilyera presents a poem written by Luchie Maranan in solidarity with the celebration of the #WomensMonth.
Sa Ngalan ng Ina, ng Anak, ng Diwata’t Paraluman
Karapatan Secretary General Cristina Palabay performs Lilia Quindoza Santiago’s most unforgettable poem.
Love completes
By BEN QUILLOY I You were in a mission To save lives With that malaria scare And to be sure that others are cured and healthy. We were like long lost friends Finding common friends Updating on stories And suddenly we clicked. Communicating through letters With words of wisdom and nationalist fervor Always filled with…
Limang Tanagang Pastoral
Pagkatapos ng unos
Ibubuhos ang tuos,
Malulubos ang kapos
Lalagasin ang lubos.
Ka Manny, hindi mo kami malilisan
Higit pa sa ginto`t mga hiyas na kumikinang
walang katumbas na yaman ang iyong pagmamahal
sa altar ng pangarap ng bayang lugmok sa dusa’t hirap
Get out into the storm, my friend
Get out of your comfort zone, my friend,
perhaps you’ll see dehumanizing poverty
Meet the people displaced,
perhaps you’ll see vulnerability