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Poems by my characters

 Seven’s poem
Time passes
‘Neath the sky
Moving with the wind
Lying down in grasses swept with time
In a clearing on forest ground
The owls howled and parrots swayed with the music
‘Til time passes the birds sing the same song
Only in time.
-    Seven


John’s Story – The Little People
Once upon a time, in a garden of a big mansion, there were little people, very little people that hid behind a log. This log was moldy and old, and very big.

Ako ay
Oy! Di mo ba alam?
Na ako’y mahirap!
Ako’y pobre!
Ako’y di pinanganak na may salapi!
Ako ang simula!
Ako ang may pakana!
Ako din ang may gawa!
Ako’y may kamay!
Ako’y may utak para sa makina!
Ako ang gagawa!
Sa huli!
-    John Filipino

 

Untitled (andy mina)
What if you hear what it’s like to sound
The words and the syllables form like stones
Solid and dry, but hollow like marrow in bone
Soft tissue but dry skin
Ancient ancestry is old enough to be your big brother’s shoes
Handed down from father’s left-handed repair-shop
Carted books from old legends, right-handed and right-winged
Business-bookstore National cart-store
Teacups and tealadies in old-fashioned dress.

Tito Laly
The Song of the River
Who, if in what way,
Can do, that to that’s extent
If, only it is possible
For Him to be the only way
Only sight
And only Road to that End
Of which we see only in dreams.


long road (andy mina)
mountains out of buildings
falling, repairing, roofing and shingles
footing and decay
long roads, short mind
falling asleep in my mind
two feet, bare hands
not enough symmetry.

If you never take the first step (andy mina)
If you never move from one place to another
You’ll never know what it’s like to dance
If words are just copied from another
You’ll never know when it’s the last chance
Take this advice and you’ll be relieved
Shortly after and you’ll be deceived
Take the first step and the door opens
Opens to the next door and the door opens.

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