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[PrinceLabuta]

The fresh egg does not cease
To fulfill itself or rot-
It goes nowhere but
Forward or straight down.
It is in the nature of change
To respond to its surroundings-
By the act of advancing
Or plunging.
In the warmth of the hatching
The egg ripens into a chick;
Or it breaks in a fall
Or succumbs to spoilage.
It thrives in the sizzling pan
Or the simmering kettle-
Fried or boiled for one
Just through with his sleep.
And so for anyone who insists
That appearances decide what comes
Of the process of change,
I'll fry a piece of rock-
Sunny-side up!

[Rizzy886]

Well then...

[PrinceLabuta]

To a Reproachful Father

Your child is not sorry
She will not beg forgiveness.
You are in her thoughts
While among the peasants,
You are dear to her
While comrades sing.
How's business going?
Net profits are shrinking
And yet you continue to be mesmerized
By illusions of an economic miracle.
How many fathers and children are like us?
With endless differences,
With minds that never met.
Do not punish yourself
With litanies of regret.
You were not wanting as a father
But the blindfold has long been gone
From my eyes.
We talk about you here
How to save the likes of you.
A wave will come, we know,
Carrying you into the new order
We are fathers and children who will argue,
yet come together to forge the future.

[Rizzy886]

I'm not much a poetry kind of guy but I like that one.l

[PrinceLabuta]

Failure Holds the Promise of Victory


quite bitter to accept are the repeated
setbacks
suffered after repeatedly rising,
more so if hopes of support
attend every rise;
but at the slightest lift
of bleeding knees,
trusted comrades turn out to be the Lavas
that deal the blows.
abominable crime is betrayal,
more so if the victims made to bear
the cross of punishment
are the people, who would be nailed in the calvary
of their islands.
they would pass away naked
and be sapped of blood
and their last raiments
gambled away by alien sentinels.
heinous crime, too, it is
of those who keep vigil
if they would just bow and weep
over the rising number of dead,
shut their eyes at prevailing betrayals
and by hopelessness
be finally defeated.
must we allow
the bleeding knees to swell?
the mangled bodies
to slump?
the gasps of breath
to run out in final surrender
to absurdity-
"rise no more
that you may not fall?"
in falling, we learn
to rise firmly;
amid the dark,
the light is blinding;
in betrayal,
we recognize trust ever more.
never can we defy the law of nature,
of the march of history-
hope abides in hopelessness,
flowers grow among the graves;
failure holds the promise of victory;
the dark night
promises the break of dawn!

[Rizzy886]

Lapsus calami,
Lapsus linguae,
Lapsus memoriae,
Lapsus nivium!

[haprish]

Lapsus calami,
Lapsus linguae,
Lapsus memoriae,
Lapsus nivium!

How many times have I told you to stop doing pot?

[Rizzy886]

Don't judge me. :|

[PrinceLabuta]

If I Die
by:Emmanuel Lacaba*

If I die, yes, many
Would weep: not just kin
But friends from the city long left-
Schoolmates, officemates,
Intellectuals fond of poems.
But most of all, the farmers
And workers who confided in me
The bitter history of their lives.
Yes, I would be glad if they come
To my burial and mourning,
If they fill the streets
At the final march, where my casket
Would be wrapped in the red banner
With the sickle and hammer or three stars.
Greater would be my joy if they start to ask:
"For whom, why did he give his life?"
Still it would not make much difference
If I fall and succumb among rubbish,
To be interred by worm and weed
Without trace, without name.
It is enough that the beloved masses awake:
Break from this rotting prison!
Build a nation of light, yes!
Light from within, if I die.

*A well-known poet in English. He joined the Communist Party of the Philippines before the imposition of martial law in 1972. He worked for the New People's Army as a Red fighter in Mindanao, where he was killed by Government Forces on 18 March 1976



Suicide

If I'm dead and in the grave, will you still love me?
If I look up, will I see the flowers you left above me?
When the worms begin to feed again, it feels like when you loved me.
When decay becomes my closet friend, will you be thinking of me?
I feel so alone since those days are gone when I walked in the sun.
I gave up my chance, in the darkness I chant while holding my gun.
If I knock on your door tonight, will I be welcomed in?
Would you be willing to forgive me of my mortal sin?
I finally escaped the whispers and lies in a life where I didn't fit.
I brought about my own demise and ended here in this pit.
When the moon is full, I can feel its pull and think of the things I missed.
Regret is making it hard to think, it's a shame it has come to this.
I just can't seem to make up my mind but I guess that I've got plenty of time.
In this cold dark place of mine,
In this coffin, imprisoned inside, still contemplating my suicide.
When the worms move, I will think of you, do you still love me?

[Aiken]

something i made



An Age-Old Question - by Aiken


To those who've thrown their towel, in the game that they call life,

I know now how you felt, to be dead when your alive...

I feel i have no place in here no matter how i tried...

Alas i have my verdict, 'tis better if i died

Will i fade out of existence? or writhe in eternal pain...

Man's age old question , the answer soon i'll gain