Rants of a Quill

I Am

2011-09-22T08:31:00.000-07:00

I Am

I am a thought let out when silence pierces.
I am the shadow cast when daylight fails to scream.
I am the colors that define a rainbow's complexion.
I am the glitters that float on wavelets in the ocean.
I am the silk curtain touch when the wind brushes through.
I am the pink rose's blush in the height of noon.
I am the faraway look you wear when boredom sets in.
I am the chance you gave away when it's time to sober up.

My pen writes well. ;)

This Ache

2011-07-10T03:19:00.000-07:00

That boot was not around
when I asked the doormat
for its keys.

That look was not there
when I glared at the mirror
for its youth.

That bit went unnoticed
when I checked for dust
cast by sunbeams.

That did not go;
that went in, stayed
and kept.

Guess I'm going to
keep this as well -
hidden, safe.

My pen writes well. ;)

Wrapping a Nap

2011-04-09T20:59:00.000-07:00

Wrapping a Nap

Take a nap and wrap it;
Put it snugly in a tissue box.
Wrap it again gingerly with gentle snores, hushed tightly. Now, put it in a cellophane.
Blow in the cellophane.
Blow until it takes shape:
round and tightly now.

Air-tightly...

Shake the wrapped nap.
Shake it now; be sure it
wakes up. Careful when
you do it. Be careful now.
Shake until it goes back to sleep. Let it sleep now.
Let the nap cast a dream
on the walls of the cellophane.
Let it moisten up and form
tiny dew droplets of nap-dreams: very elusive in this busy, hectic March afternoon.

Now, wake up! It just got away...

My pen writes well. ;)

Wrapping a Nap

2011-03-16T07:01:00.000-07:00

Wrapping a Nap

Take a nap and wrap it;
Put it snugly in a tissue box.
Wrap it again tightly. Now,
put it in a cellophane.
Blow the cellophane.
Blow until it takes shape,
tightly now. Air-tightly.
Shake the wrapped nap.
Shake it now; be sure it
wakes up. Careful when
you do it. Careful now.
Shake until it goes back to sleep. Let it sleep now.
Let the nap cast a dream
on the walls of the cellophane.
Let it moisten up and form
tiny dew droplets of nap-dreams: very elusive in this busy, hectic March afternoon.

Now, wake up! It just got away...

Jan 23, 2011 6:05PM

2011-03-14T07:53:00.001-07:00

Jan 23, 2011 6:05PM
<3

They defined love right before we knew it;
boxed it, typecast it even before we saw it,
and actually felt it:
bright red silk ribbons and sheets
of sun-dried passion;
yet they never told us it could be this painful.

What love was once when you were just three,
will never be when paper cutouts of red cardboard take the shape of perfection:
them hearts symmetrical and ruddy,
ready to make someone smile.
But then they never warned of Rose's thorns.

So then in this Feb of hearts,
when bow-and-arrowed cherubs go about,
we go scurrying out in the open -
wanting, waiting... hoping to be hit!

My pen writes well. ;)

Upstairs

2009-10-24T09:37:00.001-07:00

Alone
Originally uploaded by maxhomand.

Can you look out the window of your apartment
and say to the lone tree down the street,
"There'll be no kittens on your branch today."?

Or coax a raindrop to fall forthwith up,
back to its gray-blue consort
just to save a grownup rose's precious petals?

I know the latter's way too easy; so easy...

Can you advice excited stars
to untwinkle missed flickers of skylight
all for a blind man's sake?

You do agnize it makes no difference, huh?
So might you try mustering words for this.
To make just what you think is best.

Then -

Why not put your spectacles away?
Or lay naked with emotions?
Why read the paper indoors
when light is out in the open?

Now I declare:
We're lions with big game to catch;
what matters is the opinion of the pack
and what's essential is the pride's nod.

Now look out your window.
Let sunshine pierce through and for once
say to the tree down the street,
"I'll grow branches for you today."

Tambag sa Maya

2009-04-11T19:31:00.001-07:00

My Talking Bird
Originally uploaded by Little Miss Sunshine..

Ang pag-inusara dili aso nga makapahilak nga way lugar;
timan-i nga dili kini makumkom ug usahay di mahikit-an -
sama sa mga laraw ta nga dili pirmi matuman.... Read More

Busa, ayaw tan-aw sa liki sa pwertahan kung adunay
migimaw nga kahayag gikan niini; buhi-a dayon ang suga
ug pahayagi imong matang naglurat sa madugay.

Ang imong lawak dili hawla sa mayang bungol...

Hala, sige, pasiliba ang bulan ug tuguti kini nga ilupad ka
didto sa taas pa sa atop, didto sa panganod, sa taas pa -
aron di ka na mahadlok muabli sa imong mga pako.

Softsea.

2008-10-19T00:14:00.001-07:00

Softsea.
Originally uploaded by Povera Alice.

gentle as Maestro's brush
painting a soft dimple of smile
on a cherub's peace -
the sensation felt, absorbed
and for a long time dreamed of.

with my weary limbs I caress
the foamy liquor that tangles my hair
in cheerful glee, flowing freely,
carrying me away, away from
the noisy scenes on the beach.

Free

2008-09-21T20:58:00.001-07:00

leap up!
Originally uploaded by sir_roar.

I
am
not
what
I
want
others
want
me
to
be
.
I
am
free
!

2008-05-13T17:51:00.000-07:00

Lisud, lisud tukion
kining gibati sa sama ko
makab-ot na siguro and langit
dipa makaplagan akong kalipay

Lisud, lisud sabton
kung aduna may musuway
kay ang sama ko di matungkad
sama sa dagat nga lawom

Lisud, lisud bation
kining tumoy sa panaksan -
buak, ug himabaw lang
di mapuno sa mga luha

Lisud, lisud magpunay'g hilak
na sa kadugay mahikalimtan
ang rason nga gihilakan
sama sa imong pagkalimot

Lisud, lisud mupuyo
hilabi na kon wa kay dungog
labi na sa tawo nga gitan-aw mo
labaw pa sa higala.

Remember

2008-03-31T23:51:00.001-07:00

piece!
Originally uploaded by webphy6

Is it pink?
I say its blue. The sky is never pink -
look at it right now, do you see pink?
No? See, I am right.

Is it red?
I say yes. You never remember anything -
that shirt I gave you last year, remember?
It's on sale and I got it only for 65.20

How is that again?
Yes, its cool; I can still recall the steps.
I messed up with it most of the time though,
but I can teach you again. See, I can dance.

What was it then?
Oh, yeah. I can't forget...
I will always remember - it was by the beach,
then you walked away. You seem very happy though.

Glob

2008-03-26T19:57:00.001-07:00

March 25 012
Originally uploaded by wildlifer78

My thoughts when free
they seem to be so sweetly
undisturbed, peaceful.
They fly like ostritch feathers
carressed by the smooth
hand of the winds way.
In the height of daylight,
they can cross oceans
and dive its depths to find me -

and when they do, I touch them
so gently, sweetly... caressing
with the care for a newborn and
fearful of ever losing them,
specially now that in their hands
they carry my moments with you.

These Old Gentlemen

2008-02-27T18:00:00.001-08:00

Roar003.jpg
Originally uploaded by sir_roar.

Stubborn when reminded
about the sun dwelling in the sky.
Quick to smirk the mere thought
of ending the day with a sigh.
Remedies quickly little things
and mushy things that might ruin
an otherwise blissful Sunday -
but in the end makes nightmare
out of it; stuck to it for days, talks of it.

So why refuse assistance or
small talk of care and love?
Why refute gentle strokes of fingers
which lingers on frigid hands?
Why refrain from sighing at parties
when boredom greets everytime?

Why not pass on the cape and
figure out what to do with the rest
of what remains in life?

A Love Poem

2008-02-12T22:56:00.001-08:00

Roar 07(322)
Originally uploaded by webphy6

Don't think of roses
or friendly 7:00pm dates
and those chocolate boxes

This is not usual,
this is not easy -
it makes others smirk
at the mere thought of it.

But this is a love poem
and this is a love story -
never short of goodies,
candies and butterflies.

Think of lustful moments,
of delightful, delicious ecstasy;
think of ice cream and sweets -
sugar, butter and cream...

Hooo! Such pretensions.

Silly February

2008-02-12T22:52:00.001-08:00

matso
Originally uploaded by webphy6

I don't believe in a kiss
especially if it's sealed
and when it lands it may hurt
a pleasing lover's pride.

Dancing Flags

2008-01-27T22:12:00.001-08:00

Roar015.jpg
Originally uploaded by sir_roar.

After what seems eternity
I came to and realise that
This green I stand on
Is part of a bigger picture
The rainbow is here -
here to claim it.

Now I dance with flags
I wave and flap colors
rising from deep sleep
I wave to seek what is
and there I fly free!

Gawas

2007-11-30T17:11:00.001-08:00

Roar 07(288)
Originally uploaded by sir_roar.

Sa una...

Sulud-gawas, dugay mugawas,
ang kandila nag awas-awas -
nag asu-asu ang hurno sa pagbati,
gidauban ug hinay'ng yamyam.

Tulo-tulo ang singot, gipasagdan
dili trapuhan aron makit-an,
luhod ug dugay, kurog-kurog
hawoy na ang kalawasan.

Karon...
Labay-labay, tan-aw tan-aw,
silib gamay sa ganghaan
nga kanunay gisudlan... sa una.

Friend

2007-11-13T16:16:00.001-08:00

talikod
Originally uploaded by webphy6

This other keeps me ;ooking forward,
not dwelling on scattered pieces -
only on important things and towards,
where hope and joy describe the details.

I, for one, am not the best,
But just being with, like this,
as in, exchanging presences -
is a great assurance of happoness.

[kurni hahaha]

blue

2007-10-08T21:16:00.001-07:00

emo ver 1
Originally uploaded by webphy6

morning came and went
i still can't decide what to say
myself needs my thoughts you know
i have to tell it to keep a nice day,
put it in a jar, save it for moments such as

the dawn is telling me to sleep
but i can't close my eyes despite pain
i don't want to miss a beat with
the birds singing how crazy, silly
i've become...

thinking of you.

Poetry of Motion

2007-09-18T07:35:00.000-07:00

One move, everything stirs.

'Seen the Light

2007-09-11T00:12:00.000-07:00

When prompted to think of what could bes
and be reminded of would have beens,
I skip my routine of useless butchering
this almost forgotten failure I have,
force a smile to change the aura
of what surrounds me: people who thinks I'm not okay.

But I've seen the light..., its bright;
I thought it would blind me to the point
of losing my perspective about life and what makes it -
but I've seen it in its subtlety, its smoothness.
How it makes me cheerful everytime my mind
caresses the idea of flying lilac butterflies -
the flickering joy of its possibilities - that weren't.

Haah, the freedom of will...

Carousel Ride

2007-09-02T19:53:00.001-07:00

Carousel Ride
Originally uploaded by sir_roar.

I've been watching carousels from afar,
Never got the courage to ride.
Missed words to describe my dream -
and felt it's not enough.
Then a silly thought haunted me
which chaged my will to ride,
then I took the chance - it's free,
and chose a giraffe instead.
Boogers, boogers, I dodn't enjoy,
I guess carousels are only good for tots.

Poet's Corner

2007-08-08T20:29:00.001-07:00

Poet's Corner
Originally uploaded by Dave Hayward.

It takes no poet or philosopher to know
that love is never clear to those who dies
and lives but never learn.

(just like knowing what I realized {or remembered} today)

Good is locked to the Ignorant.........

2007-08-07T18:21:00.001-07:00

Good is locked to the Ignorant.........
Originally uploaded by PHOTOFLUSA

Just lie and dream... you'll find the light.

Card

2007-08-02T19:59:00.001-07:00

ccard06jpg
Originally uploaded by webphy6

Painted and printed
Seems to stand immortal
This verse sucks
for a card so memorable!

Can't Help It

2007-06-09T00:07:00.001-07:00

If you can't then you probably won't
But if you think you can then go and don't
keep on thinking you can do nothing,
can't help it... wa na koy masuwat.

Reject?

2007-04-09T01:54:00.000-07:00

Reject
without an R is eject
and my name without that letter
will not mean the same.

Eject - true for those who went in
but not for those who did not;
so this word does not apply,
it does not.

So, reject or rejected? Or say advised
not subjected to any further mishaps...
forced rhyme; scattered thought -
this may not pass as a poem

but a literary scrap - like me -
reject... nope... on second thought -
overlooked.

Dog Fleas and Christmas on the Side

2006-11-15T00:42:00.001-08:00

i hate da flea
Originally uploaded by ms oddgers.

Tail wiggles as lots of jinggle bells play,
waggles as smelly feet pass rotten rags;
Shiny nose stirs as crispy lights go scream,
expands, contracts as Mr. spits a nag.

Plastic covered seats, I love to lie on -
when found at midcreep, a blow to the fur,
sends my poor spirit away to the dawn -
where I lay outside the welcoming door.

Tail wiggles as young candles light the night,
waggles as cans open for a cold feast;
Shiny nose stirs to illustrate a fright,
wrinkles at a feline, an angry beast.

Time to retire and lie where the cold dwells,
not on soft, lovely plastic covered seats
but on a dreamy corner where walls meet
and tiny friends take on a big banquet.

Elderly Woman - 01 (Chennai India, 7-20-05)

2006-10-24T23:41:00.001-07:00

Elderly Woman - 01 (Chennai India, 7-20-05)
Originally uploaded by RTQ.

stop, stare at me - i am worth just that,
it keeps me existing, give time to glance
take me with you, in your memory
everytime you chew, think of me

there, you are getting it
don't smirk or grimace
take time, look; think of time
don't cover your nose please

carry me with you - there
to where you are at best
take me, take me with you
stop looking at a beast

don't blame me for being this
or for ending up here
such is my fate, such is your bliss

The Swanfrog

2006-10-24T23:05:00.000-07:00

in response to:

And so the story ends...

Life is full of surprises and for all we know, a frog prince suddenly turns into a beautiful swan after you give it a sweet kiss!=)

posted by arn-arn at 2:31:00 PM

and who could this prince be?
i hardly have a clue -
could it be me? could be...

and who could this princess be?
i know right from the start -
that heck of a log, is she??

oh, cut the crap, out of trap -
we never give a damn such as that;
take long naps or beat that dog -
who the hell cares for even a frog...

Sani says he's got it for you though,
might as well settle for a sweaty hug -
or stay cuddling with a prince -
who's a swan now instead of a frog..!

Blue

2006-10-19T00:21:00.001-07:00

Autoshop Gig,
originally uploaded by sir_roar.

Duh blah blah
Duh blah deeeh
Blue is the color of the day!

Hopes

2006-10-17T01:14:00.001-07:00

what's behind it?,
originally uploaded by tysonwilliams.com.

Skies are blue yet when concealed
may own queer colors behind clouds;
Wind's strong commands bellow loud
yet hush for a moment's sigh freed.
Green grasses lush on slopy edge
may walk to tow happy thoughts -
may wish to be uprooted soon...

Disco

2006-10-13T18:00:00.001-07:00

DSC00976,
originally uploaded by Reaction Vision.

When the moment is young
and peeps are sober,
stools and high chairs come handy,
the beer is water.

When light flicks to a certain mood
and Adam's apples move in tune
with lots of swallowed saliva and puke
so begins the night up to own.

Because if one lingers in wait
and blue moons seldom come
sweat and perfume will never mix
and parties are good as gone.

Flickr

2006-10-13T17:50:00.001-07:00

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

EUPHORIA

2006-10-13T01:41:00.000-07:00

EUPHORIA
Originally uploaded by J / J.

Aahhh, let them flow, let them flow -
happy thoughts as cold as your
stare that makes me grin a fake
yeah-i'm-happy-to-see-you face;

Oohh, shove them nicely here,
let me feel this glee; this glee
that stays and sways with swine
planning escape from the pan...

Nothing, I dare say, can make one
smile and roll over the floor -
over somebody's dried blood...
spare me the spanking...

wHen U smilE

2006-10-11T17:52:00.000-07:00

Big Smiles from the Big Smiler
Originally uploaded by bradimmanuel.

I think of candies
and how they make me twitch
in delight everytime -

or say of tiny worms
that turn out to be
cute, cocky butterflies...

sometimes I dare guess
it might be the touch of light
that hugs me so, so tight

or a comment put so sweet
yet makes you think and
hold your breath up tight...

it may came by the hour
or a moment quick in haste
but never leaves without a sour,
comment-beaten face.

YOU

2006-10-08T22:36:00.000-07:00

YOU
Originally uploaded by Krhyptex.

You came with your smile
nicely packed with your glasses
concealing those intentions.

We never had this moment -
talking while tea's getting cold -
yet we had them coming...

Yeah, those little ones - making me
uncomfortable. Got to have
my haircut done.

But the tables're set aside now;
time to get your dancing shoes,
which had been long cozy
in my cabinet.

It's never too late to dance.

Nuit Blanche

2006-10-02T18:58:00.000-07:00

Nuit Blanche
Originally uploaded by tysonwilliams.com.

closed eyes that blink rapidly

take no chance but i cant write.....

sldjksldkgfasldkfjasdklfsadfsdfsdf

Shadow

2006-10-01T21:14:00.000-07:00

shadow
Originally uploaded by Yersinia.

When it comes to this
that our presence shrinks
to a mere protruding mark
that stands erect here -

and when downcast shadows
that are forever slaves and bend
to the sun's command
that looms over there -

where hopes are hanged
and battered wishes dumped
to fill empty holes of joy
that waters our sighs...

so then it follows that
when one is done and due
birds reap the light
and daisies grow.

Pagtunganga

2006-09-25T19:33:00.001-07:00

Minsan, mahalaga ang pagtunganga sa kawalan;
nakakahuli ng mga sandaling lumipas,
sasagi sa isipan at magpapahayag,
mensahe ma'y narinig na ngunit
masayang makikinig itong pusong
gutom at kinalimutan.
Sa pagtunganga'y maraming magagawa
ang 'di balisang isip -
pupukaw sa damdaming dati'y
tulog at nakapikit,
pagmamasdan mga larawang likha
sa kawalan. Sa payak na puti't itim
nito'y mabubuo ang litratong
inukit ng sabik na pintor,
matatanaw ang malawak na mukha
ng kawalan, nag-aalway ng espasyong
ipinagkait ng pag-ibig na kung
tawagi'y wagas at dalisay
ngunit dulot ay masikip na daan
patungo sa tunay na kasiyahan.

Baryang Pag-ibig

2006-09-25T19:33:00.000-07:00

Pag-ibig ko'y pisong binitawan,
abuloy sa naghihikahos kong pangarap;
'di kinukupkop at inaalagaan,
malayang binitawan sa pagkukunyaring
bukal ang pagnanasa.
Pag-ibig ko'y 'di mahirap kalimutan,
hindi tinatago - iniaalay sa kahit na sino,
pati sa asong gala - na kung isipi'y
mas karapatdapat.

Sukli ma'y binibilang din.

Why Skies Are Blue

2006-09-25T19:32:00.000-07:00

Clear as white is for black,
then day's but night's alone,
and woe to people who judge
the love I should own;
for how clear it is that the dusk
is for dawn, so as my choice
be mine have grown - its leaves
a magenta to eyes of pure,
that pinch of musky hues too sure:
that it could be white for white
and dusk for dusk, and so on!

Far Love

2006-09-25T19:31:00.000-07:00

Darkness is shadow's embrace
more careful than a lover's arm;
Gently folding sheets
of memories this silence keeps.

Touch is far but mine will pass
barrier of doubting thoughts - will bow;
so shoulders may rub and rest,
and souls be calmed for now.

Lips may not part for a gape
or unite for a grin - but hush,
patience is a sneeze to fight -
may prove one's worth to blush.

So distance may hold its stance
yet blue describes its fate -
for it keeps its pace for its love
and mourn for ours shall wait.

CAROUSEL

2006-09-25T19:30:00.000-07:00

And so we glide round and about
with our gaping mouths we neigh -
sending spurts of mushy words
and emancipated glee as we flee, as we flee.

Then with our trods we poke
the unbeaten road, gnashing pebbles
too small to stop us - determined to ride
this endless, senseless road, senseless road.

But time is gold like our reigns it holds,
keeping us to prod uncertain streets -
rousing us from a dozen naps until we flip
again with cold bars to hold, bars to hold.

And so it goes, on and on, to and fro -
a periodic motion of missed helloes;
never learned a thing, we jump in again
keep right on this carousel, then begin, then begin.

Of Shadows and Darkness

2006-09-25T19:29:00.001-07:00

Side to side as arms on you;
Yin and yang for others too...
Who can separate the soul or mind
from a body of any kind?

Must I say time and again
that light casts shadows
on walls of ground even,
that to you always follows.

So what happens when light falter
and shadows seem to disappear?
Is it then you realized the fact
that shadows do stay intact?

Yes for if you don't notice,
darkness envelopes all there is.
Even great walls will suffice
that your shadow stays and embraces!

Your Ways

2006-09-25T19:29:00.000-07:00

It makes me think every time
you pass that hall with your
hands swaying at your side -
moving freely to and fro,
like swinging lovers in the park.

I often wonder how you cope
with life's demons ever present,
and laugh at yourself when you
see people stare as if asking
how you stay existent.

Then you would go about
your day feeling satisfied and all;
never minding the buzz about
and seeing only what matters -
like the latest horoscope.

Inday

2006-09-25T19:27:00.001-07:00

Lisod mulakaw ug tulin
(it's hard to walk smoothly)
sa dihang nalilian ko ikaw
(when I caught a glimpse of you)
Didto sa kilid sa inyong payag
(there beside your shanty)
mitalidhay ka Inday
(you guffawed)

Gikulkog mo king dughan ko
(You dig my chest)
dugay na ra ba kining mipahuway
(long reposed)
Apan mitihay-ad kining balak
(But this verse guffawed)
kong makadalin-as ug sigbin -
(to slip a demon -)
tungod lang kanimo,
(because of you,)
tungod kay wa kay gihimo,
(because you did nothing,)
tungod kanimo...
('cause of you...)

Lisod mulakaw pag usab
(It's hard to walk again)
sa diahng nalilian ko kamo
(when I caught you two)
Ikaw ug si kuan sa inyong payag
(there in your shanty)
ningtalidhay ka Inday...
(you guffawed dear...)
mitalidhay ka...
(you guffawed...)

Ug ako dili na kalakaw.
(And I can walk no more.)

Blue Sky Overhead

2006-09-25T19:27:00.000-07:00

Endless whisperings of thoughts freely freed,
make your eyes rotate and your lips paint a shape.
Laughter burnt to smiles, tamed by hands clasped,
bang your chest wild - your shoulders begin to sag.

Now look, if you forgot what I told you,
then it is not the snow or rain or sun too;
Maybe it's the way you carry that dimple there -
carelessly perched between your mouth and ear.

So listen...

You make me pick things, eat stuff I detest,
make me like poetry, mushy movies hard to digest;
Yet life flickers in me like it never did before;
Learned to love again, look up the sky once more.

Foyst Post

2006-09-19T20:03:00.000-07:00

This is my second blog site here in blogger.com exclusive for my treasured poems.
Enjoy...

Don't Look

2006-07-22T19:26:00.000-07:00

Put that look away,
I'm not worth a stare.
Keep those words you say,
Shut up,be still as you were.
Your eyes are pinning me,
bruising my heart sore.
This love ceases to be
as good as it was before!
Go on, point that leer
on to the hard hearts
of lonely, wealthy men!

Golem's Sight

2006-07-21T19:24:00.000-07:00

Just so as I can steal a stare
and the contentment of being here
must you say no more, no more
that you shall mock me or...

like moonshine in darkness deep
makes a scene, a sound of weep
paints a picture of what is true
my lot toyou, my lot to you.

Do seek me now, oh seek me
peep to deep, let light direct thee
let rays dance and refract
and show me that am in fact

If so indeed you see me now
in demon's bright eyes somehow
then we can stare and leer, hehe
and let beauty be known to me!

When Grasses Bend

2006-07-20T19:18:00.000-07:00

When the tall grass bends
and its slender body holds firm,
views might come in sight
to explain a weary leaf's flight;
or perhaps a blossom might so
expand or retreat in haste,
like a new kind of life -
lived in an honest tapestry
of guilt-free deeds.

When the wind blows off a hill
and its fur sways, holds and stays,
conscience-friendly assertions
may abide by what fits;
may give a nice pat on the spot
that moves a sleeping thought
to wander off one's mind -
landing on that frigid corpse
like memories out of sight.

So grass or hill, might still
rob you off your cheerful side;
but take the stool, sit tall,
think of the lovely petals
screaming colors at you.
Break a leg, or two -
change, take the risk -
for it is now, only now,
that grasses bend.