Collection of Poems
Harvest (1) We walk through the muddy roadwhere blades of grasses touch our legs,which vulnerable for any wounds it can mark. Our hands where veins are visiblesuggest hard-work in the farmwhere we help our parentsin harvesting lanzones and rambutan. We walk through the muddy roadfast even with bare feetfollowing our parents to the farmwhere we used to harvest our own sweat and blood. Old Woman (2) The substandard electric fan is oldIt is unclean but it still works.It produces air and never stopsin order to prove that it’s not old. An old woman who is eighty-three,seldom change her clothes everyday,but she is clean. She still works in the farmto produce fruits and crops for her family.Her back shapes like a crescentBut she never stops workingTo prove that she is not weak. The Clock (3) My clock alarms,three o’clock in the morning.I wake my sister upto accompany me to the mass. The Chapel’s bell ringsTo warn us with the mass.We change our clothesfrom torn shits and shortsto colorful dresses. We walk to the chapelto attend Easter Sunday’s massbut no one’s thereexcept for the board that says,“Mass will be postponed at eight o’clock.” A Man in My Dream (4) In my dreamI cannot see the man’s face,Who tries to grab me and brings me in a room. In my dreamThe room is dark and familiarwith wind chime hung in the door,which sings a familiar songeverytime wind strikes at it. In my dreamI see a hole in the roomAnd look at it,where I see a manwho grabs a girl to a room. The man in my dream is familiar,but I cannot see his faceexcept for the shirt he wears,which my father also has. Night (5) The stars rest,the moon does not shinebut my eyes can seethe night’s beauty. The pen restsfrom creating poemsbut the owls chirpto create their songs. They Say… (6) Her white hair says.“It’s shinier now.”Her wrinkled face says,“You are still beautiful.” His bald head says,“See, you look more handsome.”His weak fingers say,“You can still write more.” Her sagging skin says,“You need not exercise.”Her far-sighted eyes say,“You can read more novels.” His deaf ears say,“You will hear no more insults.”His week teeth say,“You can still chew more bubble gums.” You are What You Have (7) Your eyes speak for the experiences you hadYour nose suggests your status in lifeYour lips show you’re not taintedYour ears imply you’re a simple girl.Your neck says you’re pureYour shoulder shows you’ve never experienced hard-work.Your small breasts say you’re innocentYour belly suggests your lean body celebrates its sexiness.But your legs are covered with unwanted scars from your childhoodThat makes your thighs create prejudice,Which makes it sinful when somebody looks at it.The scars tell you about your past,Ruined by someone close to you.It suggests creation of angerTo never forget what was left from the past. Ubiquitousness (8) Look how the green grassescompete with each other’s existence.Its blades are sharp almost hurting each other’s thin leaf when the windblows away the hungry praying mantis.But in the earth’s healthy perspective,worries no more to be emptied,for grasses exist even in dry or wet lands. Grasshoppers feed to liken it from the grassesin its ubiquitousness it can be envied.At night, when the sun rest its rays, the grasses talk about their colleagues,talk about insects of shooing them awayFor their leaves are fragile it limp.they worry about their relativesWither every time the sky screams and cries.But they want to grow morespread its vastness across the earth’s limitation,even when dogs trot, they slap its dirty feetto prevent it from pissing.
Becoming a grass will battle on its existence
despite existing everywhere, becomes cognizant. A Man that Loves (Attempt o f a Sonnet) (9)Go to the mountains, bury your desire,seek your fortune under a midsummer sky,get up and greet the rays of the sun,you’ll have bounty of hopes and handful of blessings.Either you save your love’s honor or lie in a coffinwhere nobody mourns for you,or please her family and give thousands of goldor suffer the rose’s thornswhen you pick for her to admire you.Give attention to the stars at nightwhen you’ve decided you’ll ran off without her,or listen to the chirping of the birds under the shade of the tree.You’ll never know life without experiencing it without love,because love exists when you think it doesn’t. My Purse (Haiku) (10)My old coin purse falls;It bursts a thousand gold coins,Embraces the floor
