Vol. 1, No. 3, February 2006
February is the month for the hearts.
This month we feature the works of Cirilo Castillon, Edna L. Faral, Janice Viloria, Angelo B. Anceta, Cris Ocampo, and Melchor F. Cichon.
Incidentally, this month is also the birth month of Edna Romulo Laurente Faral, one of our active contributors, and Angelo B. Ancheta, our guest poet.
Edna’s favorite flower is Sunflower, hence her cyber name: SunflowR.
I was wondering what is there in sunflower. From the internet I learned that Sunflower is a symbol of Peace.
Edna or SunflowR was born in Batan, and since her younger days, she has been active in folk dancing.
But Edna is not only a dancer par excellence, she is also an Aklanon poet to watch.
Before going to the other haiku of Edna, let me reprint here with some additions my short analysis of one of her haiku:
Reaching For A Friend
by Edna Romulo Laurente Faral
sunflower reaches heaven
where tulip sleeps
I like this particular poem simply because it speaks of friendship, of peace, and of loyalty.
Sunflower is a symbol of Peace.
This is Edna, the peace maker.
And a person with a big heart.
Looking at the poem, we can see that despite the closing of the day, the persona is still looking for her friend, regardless of whether this person is within her class or not.
It is a known fact that Edna has been doing a volunteer work to the least fortunate individuals in the state where she resides.
On the literary part, we can see that Edna uses simple, concrete, and very forceful words.
In short, this is what we call the economy of words.
Also, look at how she uses the letter s. There is music in the poem. This poem is like crystal water that runs in a sandy lake.
But it is not as clear as we think it is. There is something that is hidden between the lines of this poem.
What that something hidden, try to discover it. This is a kind of haiku that has a tier of meanings.
I wish Edna good luck and I hope our friends will also write more poetry of this kind.
Now, let us look at some of her recent haiku:
EDNA L. FARAL
Yelo sa Florida
it mahabang daean
Rosas Nga Buskad
rosas nga buskad
daea mo –
sakit ko naduea
Makusog Nga Hilamon
hilamon sa kurae
under a candle light –
lips snatch a kiss
the rose blushes
This month we also feature ourselves:
MELCHOR F. CICHON
ginaagubayan it bana
ra hilong nga asawa
Pagguwa't Mga Bituon
pagguwa't mga bituon—
gainisak ro mga isiw't manok
sa idaeo't baeay
Between Two Blue Mountains
between two blue mountains
a lone fisherman
in the sea
Tabtabon Naton Ro Mga Hilamon
tabtabon naton ro mga hilamon
sa kurae it Akean
pabay-i ro alimango
mag-eangoy-eangoy sa Akean
maambon nga agahon—
gabitaybitay ro amo
gatunod ro buean—
may habatian akong hibayag
halin sa Tawaya
CIRILO CASTILLON, Jr
Pila gid ro tueog
It tawong may buot?
New Year's Resolution
My New Year's resolution:
Never to make
Any New Year's Resolution
hidawi gid sa ba-ba.
Kun owa it suea
Manaog sa suba
Ihueog ro bintoe
Pag hueag it bunot
Pagpuka it isda
Agod madali hidakpan
I hate lies—
Get a new one
Life is so short
When you’re having fun!
I am free to fly
In the cage
I am free to live
In the cage
I am free to behave
In the cage
My life is like a lighted candle
but full of tears.
Easy to tell
Easy to remember
Easy to understand
. . . no need to justify.
My Mind, All Minds
My mind, all minds, what have you done to my body and soul?
You rule me with your supremacy and power--without pity, without mercy,
You make me like a slave--bound to follow your desire,
You ruthless mind--you give me no choice.
Why did you make me hate the things I have,
And focus my desires on the things that I don't have?
You create in me a covetous heart—
Envious and jealous of the things that others have.
Why did you force me to acquire more wealth,
Power and prestige that I really don't need;
To do forced labor and go against my will,
And set up a standard that I cannot fill?
My mind, all minds, why are you keeping me awake?
I do need some rest, I do need some sleep;
Why did you trouble me to conquer love, attention and praises;
And once conquered, they are just useless?
My mind, all minds, I only have a short life to live,
All the things you're dying for can't be taken to my grave;
All I need is a small space and some air for me to breath;
Will you make me happy? Will you make me free?
My Own Freewill
Oh, how I long to do my own freewill.
To love, to give, and to show my inner feeling,
Not forced, not expected, neither because it is wanted.
Nor it is my duty, nor my responsibility;
But only because it is my own freewill.
Oh, how I long to do my own freewill,
To cry, to laugh, to shout, to smile,
To run, to jump, to sing, to wink my eye;
not because it's appropriate; not because it's on the script;
But only because it is my own freewill.
I am not a robot; I am not an actor;
I am not a cuckoo clock that sounds at a given set of time;
I am me, different than he, different than they,
With flesh and blood who longs to do my own freewill.
Oh, God, My God; You are the only One Who understands;
With all Your power, with all Your might,
You don't forsake me, You don't twist my arms;
You have patiently waited on my doorstep;
Until I let You in, to dine with me, in my own freewill.
One man with courage
makes a majority. --unknown
what people desire
to stand in defiance
To treatment not like one
Filipinos are worth dying for. –Benigno Aquino, Jr.
but taken advantage of
and worth dying for.
The best of us must sometimes
Eat our words. –J. K. Rowling
Proud like a peacock
Spreading its wings
To be admired
Look at me!
Better than him
Better than they
Somebody out there
Still better than me
. . . the best of us
swallow our pride.
The Secret of Green
Tamed by the wind
Beneath the great blue sky
Home for the birds and the squirrels
like a rare gem
I cannot understand
when given to others, I am
Take A Hike
wander a lot
I want to kick your butt
on the place where it really hurts.
In uncivilized world
There is no freedom
The freedom we know
Is to follow or no
Skill Center Scoop, June 1997
The test of a man or woman’s breeding
is how they behave in an argument.
In the battle of words,
What comes first,
The egg or the chicken?
This bottle of wine,
Half-full or half-empty?
Where did we come from,
Created or evolved from the monkey?
In whatever argument,
On what side you stand,
Carry it out with poise and intellect,
Get hold of your hands.
So your opponent will not say,
You are an egghead,
With the breeding of a monkey.
America is an enormous frosted cupcake in the
middle of millions of starving people.
Starvation among people, among nations
Ruled by dictatorships and corruptions
Governments keep money for themselves
And leave their people all alone.
Their people run by millions,
Trying to escape the bullets and deaths
Wrap up their properties, to carry on their heads,
And run away from uncertainties.
No food to feed them, no water to drink
No medicine to heal their wounds
Their skin touches their bones,
They die along the way from starvation.
Be thankful therefore, America:
For you are not only an enormous frosted cupcake,
But also a sizzling juicy choice cut steak
Amidst millions of starving people.
You may not die of starvation for sure,
But you may die of being overfed.
Dali Kita, Dali
Dali, tabtabon naton ro mga hilamon sa kurae it Akean. --Maeara
Maghinugay kita't duhong
Kun inde kita mag hueag
Mamatay kita sa gutom.
Ro atong palibot
Masakit man sa mata
Kun atong pamantawon.
Sadyaan do mahawan
Maalwan sa pamantawan
Mag tanum kita't daehog
Mabusog pa ro tiyan.
Dali kita, dali
Tabtabon ro hilamon
Ag islan it daehog
Agod may maka-on.
Empty Page: Just Another Day
It was just another day.
In searched for words to weave
To pour the sentiments of the heart.
Tears fell. . .
. . .Tired
. . .Sleepy
Leaving the page
Wet . . .
CYRUS JAY CASTILLON
I am tired
pirot eon ang mata
12 oras nga trinabaho
owa man it nag bag-o
sa manabaw nga sapa.
ANGELO B. ANCHETA
Our guest poet in this issue is a half-Iloko and half-Aklanon. Born in Pasay City on February 19, 1971 from an Ilocos Region father and an Aklanon mother, his poems and essays have been published in journals like Mojo’s Almanac and Ducts: Journal of Personal Stories, both US-Based. Locally, his article and poems have appeared in the Philippine Graphic, Philippine Star, Panorama, Homelife magazine and Real Pinoy Magazine. Online, his poems have appeared in MAKATA Journal of Contemporary Poetry (edited by Sonny Villafania), TBloc: Poetry (edited by Jose Jason Chancoco) and INQ7.Net.
Ilapat mo sa awit,
Tulad ng mandaragit,
gumala ka sa langit.
Ilang beses si Hesus
ipinapako sa krus?
Dugo nyang umaaagos
upang tayo'y matubos.
going to Chinatown
i join friends
watching the dragon dance
driving bad luck
away from me
JANICE M. VILORIA
Janice is a 4th year AB Literature student of the University of the Philippines in the Visayas, Miag-ao, Iloilo. She is a beauty from Mandong, Batan, Aklan.
Sa maliit na silid ako'y hindi nag-iisa
Nararamdaman ko sa bawat sulok ng aking mata
Ikaw ay nakakubli sa madilim na bahagi
Marahan kong pinatay ang ilaw
Kasabay ng pagkalat ng dilim
Ang marahan mong paglapit
Naramdaman ko ang iyong pagdampi sa aking pisngi
Sa bawat minutong ako'y malingat
Isang pagkakataong para sa iyo'y
Masipsip ang aking balat
Hindi kita masaway at sa halip
Sa aking tenga ikaw ay bumubulong
Ng mga bagay na kailanma'y di ko maunawaan
Hindi ako gumalaw at ikaw ay hinayaan
At nang maramdaman kong abot-kamay na kita
Isa, dalawa, tatlo--
Sa wakas patay kang lamok ka.
(First published in HomeLife Magazine, December 2005)