AKO ANG DAIGDIG(ni Alejandro G. Abadilla)

AKO ANG DAIGDIG(ni Alejandro G. Abadilla)

AKO ANG DAIGDIG(ni Alejandro G. Abadilla)

I

ako                                                                                                                                    

ang daigdig           

ako

ang tula

ako

ang daigdig

ng tula

ang tula

ng daigdig

ako

ang walang maliw na ako

ang walang kamatayang ako

ang tula ng daigdig

II

ako

ang daigdig ng tula

ako

ang tula ng daigdig

ako ang malayang ako

matapat sa sarili

sa aking daigdig

ng tula

ako

ang tula

sa daidig

ako

ang daigdig

ng tula

ako

III

ako

ang damdaming

malaya

ako

ang larawang

buhay

ako

ang buhay

na walang hanggan

ako

ang damdamin

ang larawan

ang buhay

damdamin

larawan

buhay

tula

ako

IV

ako

ang daigdig

sa tula

ako

ang tula

sa daigdig

ako

ang daigdig

ako

ang tula

daigdig

tula

ako….

Another Invitation to the Pope to Visit Tondo

Another Invitation to the Pope to Visit Tondo

Emmanuel Torres won the Outstanding Young Men award for literature in 1961, started the Ateneo Arts Club in the same year, and was curator of the Art Gallery from 1960-2001. 

This poem talks about a time during the Marcos regime when the pope came for a visit. Squatters areas were whitewalled, possibly in order to "make an impression" on the Pope. He saw right through it, however, and insisted on meeting a family from the area. The poem reflects the more realistic angle of the story, a mockery of the Church, in some ways, by alluding to doctrines. 

Ma. Therese Boniface Roxas

ANOTHER INVITATION TO THE POPE TO VISIT TONDO 

Emmanuel Torres 

Next time your Holiness slums through our lives, 

we will try to make our poverty exemplary. 

The best is a typhoon month. It never fails 

To find us, like charity, knocking on 

all sides of the rough arrangements we thrive in. 

Mud shall be plenty for the feet of the pious. 

We will show uoi how we pull things together 

from nowhere, life after life, 

prosper with children, whom you love. To be sure, 

we shall have more for you to love. 

We will show you where the sun leaks on 

our sleep, 

on the dailiness of piece meals and wages 

with their habit of slipping away 

from fists that have holes for pockets. 

We will show you our latest child with a sore 

that never sleeps. When he cries, 

the dogs of the afternoon bark without stopping, 

and evening darkens early on the mats. 

Stay for supper of turnips on our table 

since 1946 swollen with the same hard tears. 

The buntings over our one and only window 

shall welcome a short breeze. 

And lead prayers for the family that starves 

and stays together. If we wear roasries round 

our nexks 

it is not because they never bruise our fingers, 

(Pardon if we doze on a dream of Amen.) 

But remember to remember to reward us 

with something . . . more lush, greener than all 

the lawns of memorial parks singing together. 

Our eyes shall belss the liveliness of dollars. 

Shed no tears, please, for the brown multitudes 

who thicken on chance and feast on leftovers 

as the burning garbage smuts the sky of Manila 

pile after pile after pile. 

Fear not. Now there are only surreal assassins 

about who dream of your death in the shape 

of a flowering kris. 

Sa Gabi ng Isang Piyon

Sa Gabi ng Isang Piyon

Sa Gabi ng Isang Piyon (In the Night of a Peon) is a Tagalog poem written by Lamberto E. Antonio in 1946. It is about the life of a Filipino laborer. 

SA GABI NG ISANG PIYON

Paano ka makakatulog?
Iniwan man ng mga palad mo ang pala,
Martilyo, tubo’t kawad at iba pang kasangkapan,
Alas-singko’y hindi naging hudyat upang
Umibis ang graba’t semento sa iyong hininga.
Sa karimlan mo nga lamang maaaring ihabilin
Ang kirot at silakbo ng iyong himaymay:
Mga lintos, galos, hiwa ng daliri braso’t utak
Kapag binabanig na ang kapirasong playwud,
Mga kusot o supot-semento sa ulilang
Sulok ng gusaling nakatirik.
Binabalisa ka ng paggawa — 
(Hindi ka maidlip kahit sagad-buto ang pagod mo)
Dugo’t pawis pang lalangkap
Sa buhangin at sementong hinahalo na kalamnang
Itatapal mo sa bakal na mga tadyang:
Kalansay na nabubuong dambuhala mula
Sa pagdurugo mo bawat saglit; kapalit
Ang kitang di-maipantawid-gutom ng pamilya,
Pag-asam sa bagong kontrata at dalanging paos.
Paano ka matutulog kung sa bawat paghiga mo’y
Unti-unting nilalagom ng bubungang sakdal-tayog
Ang mga bituin? Maaari ka nga lamang
Mag-usisa sa dilim kung bakit di umiibis
Ang graba’t ‘semento sa iyong hininga...
Kung nabubuo sa guniguni mo maya’t maya
Na ikaw ay mistulang bahagi ng iskapold
Na kinabukasa’y babaklasin mo rin.

Ang mga Kagilagilalas na Pakikipagsapalaran ni Juan de la Cruz-Jose F. Lacaba

Ang mga Kagilagilalas na Pakikipagsapalaran ni Juan de la Cruz-Jose F. Lacaba

Isang gabing madilim

puno ng pangambang sumakay sa bus

si Juan de la Cruz

pusturang pustura

kahit walang laman ang bulsa

BAWAL MANIGARILYO BOSS

sabi ng konduktora

at minura si Juan de la Cruz.

Pusturang-pustura

kahit walang laman ang bulsa

nilakad ni Juan de la Cruz

ang buong Avenida

BAWAL PUMARADA

sabi ng kalsada

BAWAL UMIHI DITO

sabi ng bakod

kaya napagod

si Juan de la Cruz.

Nang abutan ng gutom

si Juan de la Cruz

tumapat sa Ma Mon Luk

inamoy ang mami siopao lumpia pansit

hanggang sa mabusog.

Nagdaan sa Sine Dalisay

Tinitigan ang retrato ni Chichay

PASSES NOT HONORED TODAY

tabi ng takilyera

tawa nang tawa.

Dumalaw sa Konggreso

si Juan de la Cruz

MAG-INGAT SA ASO

sabi ng diputado

Nagtuloy sa Malakanyang

wala namang dalang kamanyang

KEEP OFF THE GRASS

sabi ng hardinero

sabi ng sundalo

kay Juan de la Cruz.

Nang dapuan ng libog

si Juan de la Cruz

namasyal sa Culiculi

at nahulog sa pusali

parang espadang bali-bali

YOUR CREDIT IS GOOD BUT WE NEED CASH

sabi ng bugaw

sabay higop ng sabaw.

Pusturang-pustura

kahit walang laman ang bulsa

naglibot sa Dewey

si Juan de la Cruz

PAN-AM BAYSIDE SAVOY THEY SATISFY

sabi ng neon.

Humikab ang dagat na parang leon

masarap sanang tumalon pero

BAWAL MAGTAPON NG BASURA

sabi ng alon.

Nagbalik sa Quiapo 

si Juan de la Cruz

at medyo kinakabahan

pumasok sa simbahan

IN GOD WE TRUST

sabi ng obispo 

ALL OTHERS PAY CASH.

Nang wala nang malunok

si Juan de la Cruz

dala-dala'y gulok

gula-gulanit na ang damit

wala pa rin laman ang bulsa

umakyat

        Sa Arayat

                      ang namayat

na si Juan de la Cruz

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE

sabi ng PC

at sinisi

ang walanghiyang kabataan

kung bakit sinulsulan

ang isang tahimik na mamamayan

na tulad ni Juan de la Cruz

http://upreplib.tripod.com/kagilagilalas.htm

RIDDLES

ASSIGNMENT NO. 1 (RIDDLES)
Q. I have holes on the top and bottom. I have holes on my left and on my right. And I have holes in the middle, yet I still hold water. What am I?
A. A sponge

Q. Jack and Jill are lying on the floor inside the house, dead. They died from lack of water. There is shattered glass next to them. How did they die?
A. Jack and Jill are goldfish. :))

Q. If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it. What is it?
A. A secret

 ( FOLK SONG )
THE RIDDLE SONG
I gave my love a cherry
That had no stone
I gave my love a chicken
That had no bone
I told my love a story
That had no end
I gave my love a baby
With no cryin'

How can there be a cherry
That has no stone?
And how can there be a chicken
That has no bone?
And how can there be a story
That has no end?
And how can there be a baby
With no cryin'?

A cherry when it's bloomin'
It has no stone
A chicken when it's pippin'
It has no bone
The story of I love you
It has no end
A baby when it's sleeping
It's not cryin'

I gave my love a cherry
That had no stone
I gave my love a chicken
That had no bone
I told my love a story
That had no end
I gave my love a baby
With no cryin'

http://kidsmusictown.com

-> I love this song because someday i'll be a responsible teacher to my students. So i'll teach them a folk songs to know them that folk songs is never disappear in their gererations.

GUADAMARIE B. LUZ
BEED-1A

( MYTH )

TUNKASINA & THE ORIGINS OF FEAR & EVIL
by Wambdi Wicasa

A long time ago, when everything was new, all children played without fear. 
To some of his children Tunkasina (Grandfather) had given strong eyes, and they liked the heat of the day. For these children Tunkasina put a big light in the sky, and they ran free over the prairie. 

Other children had weaker eyes. They liked to play in the leaves and in the grasses under the trees. For these children Tunkasina put a little light in the sky, and it came out, when these children woke at the end of the day. 

Everyone was satisfied. Day followed night, and night came after the day. No one had to worry. Tunkasina was happy, and he always came to visit. 

His work was good. 

But, then, something terrible happened. 

One night the little light did not show up ! ! ! ! ! 

Deep darkness was everywhere. The night-children went outside, but right away they were lost. They ran back and forth, and their crying woke up the whole camp. Fathers could not find their sons, and mothers could not find their daughters. 

Fear shook everyone. They had never felt this way before, and they didn't know what to do. Fear was like a damp fog creeping over everyone. It chilled the bones of the worn, old men. It confused the senses of the trusted, wise men. 

Everyone kept turning around and looking over his shoulder. There was great danger. 

Tunkasina heard the cries of his children and the running footsteps of the parents. He also felt the danger that was threatening his children. 

He rushed down from his place to see what had happened. 

He looked and looked -- and THERE IT WAS ! ! ! ! The sky was empty......There was no little light in the sky. 

And he began searching for her. He looked and looked.....And then he found her.

She was sleeping with another man. She had been unfaithful to him, and she had neglected his children. When he found her it was terrible. He dragged her from the bed and tore her over rocks. He beat her and pounded her. He shook her and slapped her. He punished her and he shamed her. 

Then he threw her away ! ! ! ! ! 

That was a long time ago. 

Look at her now. 

You can see that she is wandering here and there in the night. And she still has the marks and the bruises on her. 

She will never be the same again. 

She is shamed. When she gets close to the big light, watch her. She will hide her face. And, when she is far from the big light, she will look out again. 

Maybe someday Tunkasina will take her back again. 

This is how Fear -- Evil -- came to the children that Tunkasina always wanted to be happy. 

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-> For me, a MYTH has no definite or satisfactory answer. Though, these stories are shared by a group or maybe, ancient people. Many students can't believe in the MYTHS. They said that MYTHS is a big LIAR .! 
So, i respected their comments.

GUADAMARIE B. LUZ
BEED-1A