Poetry anyone?

[hanzheyteta]

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Pagkalalum gayud sa palabra nga "kagiw"
Bag-ohay ra dyud nako na sugatan
Mura'g katong isda nga gi paksiw
Ganiha mao ako'ng sud-an

Sige bansayon tika sa gitara
Bisan akong nahibaw-an sukaranon ra
D-A-G-A lang sa' ug G-Em-C-D
Tagaan sad tika'g sundanan gikan sa DVD

Ayaw na lang diay
Sa internet na lang gikan
Sa YouTube naa sad daghan
Puwede ra sad anha ko's inyong balay
Pletehe lang ko padulong dira' inday

Hehe..

haha! nahimoot kaayo ko sa imong pasumbingay
wa ko damha nga tubagon ko nimog balak
nga sa una kong pagbasa, wa ko kaangay
kay nagdugo akong ilong og mata sa pagsabot. hinampak.

mapasalamaton ko nga gitagad nimo akong hangyo
mag.abot ra unya ta pohon, dili lang ta manago.
ayaw lang pud dire's amoang balay
kay atong pagkat.on sa imong gitara, dili matonhay.

(animalistic, morag true)

[woodpusher]

Dream

Watching the sunset
Then the sunrise at dawn
Standing here alone
Where we've first met

In this special place
Remembering that night
I touched your face
Only you in my sight

Years has passed by
But still waiting here
I have to understand why
The reasons are unclear

The breeze is blowing so cold
Somewhat guiding me
In the abyss of the sea
To know the secrets untold

Walking on the ocean floor
Someone's knocking at my door
I heard the clock alarming
Then I knew, I was only dreaming

-woodpusher-

[woodpusher]

New Song

I tried to hold the hands of time,
said the words for her to stay
but it just didn't rhyme,
the music to find the way

A song with lines fading away,
I thought will never be composed
Accompanied by guitar that doesn't play,
with hole which is closed

I tried to sing our song again,
but couldn't hit the right key
The rhythm from the endless rain,
seems guiding me off-key

I closed my eyes to seek the tunes
Moved on to the next line of lyrics,
but blinding me were sand dunes,
for years, and months, and weeks.

I opened my eyes, I found someone,
with melodies that's new to me
I do not know if she's the right one
Another song again for me to see

I hope it will never end
This broken instrument, I'll mend
I'll keep on writing so it will not
The lyrics are all I've got

-woodpusher-

[hanzheyteta]

New Song

I tried to hold the hands of time,
said the words for her to stay
but it just didn't rhyme,
the music to find the way

A song with lines fading away,
I thought will never be composed
Accompanied by guitar without strings,
with hole which is closed

I tried to sing our song again,
but couldn't hit the right key
The rhythm from the endless rain,
seems guiding me off-key

I closed my eyes to seek the tunes
Moved on to the next line of lyrics,
but blinding me were sand dunes,
for years, and months, and weeks.

I opened my eyes, I found someone,
with melodies that's new to me
I do not know if she's the right one
Another song again for me to see

I hope it will never end
This broken instrument, I'll mend
I'll keep on writing so it will not
The lyrics are all I've got

-woodpusher-

hahaha i think i know kinsa ni imong pasabot. harharhar okay aja!

[Bigfoot Oracle]

// I really love spoken poetry and I heard this poem when I watched TED. Man, I almost cried. It's also best to read/listen to Sarah speaking it. here's the link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Eq-3oywyAA //

If I Should Have A Daughter ~ Sarah Kay

If I should have a daughter, instead of “Mom,” she’s going to call me, “Point B.” Because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.

And I’m going to paint the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.

“And baby,” I’ll tell her, “Don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick. I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.” But I know she will anyway, so instead, I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby. Because there’s no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.

Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rainboots are for. Because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat. To look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind. Because that’s the way my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this,” my mama said. When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly, and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment, and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say, “Thank you.” Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away.

You will put the “wind” in “winsome… lose some.” You will put the “star” in “starting over… and over…” And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

“Baby,” I’ll tell her, “Remember, your mama is a worrier, and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more. Remember that good things come in threes, and so do bad things, and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong. But don’t you EVER apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.”

[lien]

Dream

Watching the sunset
Then the sunrise at dawn
Standing here alone
Where we've first met

In this special place
Remembering that night
I touched your face
Only you in my sight

Years has passed by
But still waiting here
I have to understand why
The reasons are unclear

The breeze is blowing so cold
Somewhat guiding me
In the abyss of the sea
To know the secrets untold

Walking on the ocean floor
Someone's knocking at my door
I heard the clock alarming
Then I knew, I was only dreaming

-woodpusher-

[woodpusher]

hahaha i think i know kinsa ni imong pasabot. harharhar okay aja!

Guess

I am trying to read your mind
Asking myself how'd you know
Maybe because of what you saw
How I've been so kind

You formed a hypothesis,
based on facts gathered,
from concrete synthesis
A process you have mastered

You are like a scientist,
with strong analytical skills
Planned to extract the gist,
to see what it reveals

I'm unsure if I'm correct
I'm just trying to think like you
We're only humans, not perfect
I hope what you think is true

-woodpusher-

[Passport]

broken guitar.. a heap of scattered music pieces
all of them.. half notes, quarter notes..
what remains of hopes and dreams
torn and tattered amidst sad realities

-pp2014april30

[<SMILE>]

As I flounder through the midst of life,
finding out the essence of laughter, grief, and strife,
trudging the impediments of worthless mindless intellect that sometimes hinders my way,
exploring learning to commit and when to sway,

vagabond am I wandering through a myriads of so many paths,
choosing knowing and losing embracing my weaknesses succumb to those cunning scats,
I conquered great wrath of storms through indomitable fear,
a human am I fragile vulnerable the knowledge of such is what I always bear,

The arduous gift that life could bring,
callous hands tired mind realities a teacher in offering,
learned to tackle the hazy horizon that"s up ahead,
I could never see but know how to walk and how to heed,

[woodpusher]

Warrior

Scattered shards of onyx
Darkened by flames above sphinx
The rigors of life conferring jinx
Being in solitude like a lynx

In the midst where squall pervade
Instigated from noxious nightshade
Combating by wavy steel blade
Drifting shattered armor of jade

Gasping for breath in a cloud of smoke
Lost in a searing thicket of myrtle oak
Trying to penetrate by slashing stroke
Having fierce eyes of a black hawk

Victory for him seemed beyond grasp
Screamed with his voice that's rasp
He held the dagger by forceful clasp
Then won the battle after his final gasp

-woodpusher-