Legend of Brgy. Sab-ahan Bais City Negros Oriental

 Base on my research and gathered information from the late Historian Josefa Villanueva Perez of Bais City about the legend and stories in sab-ahan theirs a lot of myths and different kinds of a story but I choose this kind of story because this is quite interesting and looks like, it’s true and can be possible.

The story of Sab-ahan is very true to life where in, long before sab-ahan is known for a lot of BANANA called Sab-a and most of the people there Sab-a (Banana) is one of their livelihood and source of income before, everywhere in that place you can see Banana all around that area.OurBrgy. Before is famous in terms of Sab-a because this kind of banana is very tasteful and unique among the other bananas. And a lot of people say that theirs a fairy behind that tasteful banana called Sab-a, the fairy of Banana where she is the one who protects and gives more harvest to the people in our Brgy. Before.

When the Japanese invader comes in our Brgy. before they abuse the banana that we have and they cut all the banana plants and the body of it used to feed a pig and other animals before. In that case, the Banana fairy got angry and all the banana fruit have a lot of seeds inside of it and we called it Pakol, no one can eat it because of its too many seeds inside.

That’s why our ancestors before they pray and offer some foods, etc. to the Banana fairy to bring back the good kind of banana-like Sab-a and many years to come to the sab-a is back and the pakol is the one that only cut and feed to their pigs, cows, and other animals that can eat it.

One early ritual to plant the banana in the place is a young married man all naked bring clean water from the river and start to plant a new banana with sugar drop around. This tradition was passed on from generation and generation as a result of a good harvest 

And one day theirs a visitors comes in our brgy. and ask what is the name of the place because they want to come back there anytime they want because of the banana, they love to eat a banana called sab-abe cause of its amazing taste.

But suddenly the people who lived there don’t know what is the name of their place, one of the visitors suggest that “what if we called it the place of Sab-a?” and the people here are against it because it is too long if they will call it “the place of Sab-a”. Until they come up with the name Sab-ahan which means kasagikan nga Sab-a.

So that Day they called it Sab-ahan until this generation.-

Legend of Bais Collection from Baisanon late Historian Josefa Baena Villanueva-Perez - 1978

Lockdown

 

When the bad luck day came to be

The clouds with darkness cover the skies

It was a bad feeling that  day I cannot harvest my labor.

 

When the paper was not process

My world turn upside down

When nothing left in your wallet

Only angry and sorrow appear in you

 

I pray to God, he will bless me that day

A good friend leads her helping hand

Even her whole family was suffering

From a virus of imagination

 

The day full of a bad experience

 laying down in my body of negativity

I feel evil and savage heart

My naked soul and confuse heart bring me to wonder

Thinking of ending my life to end my agony

 

When a woman with a map in her face

Slow doing her job, and I can only think of bad things

I want to slap on her face a million times

 

I lost hope and take a day to day as a challenge

The lockdown made me so sad and lonely

I lost a man who knows me and cares for me

I will be missing  you eternally

Til we meet again in a perfect time 

Lockdown June 15,2021

Penn Tulabing Larena 

Tanjayanon legacy For Literature

Tanjayanon  legacy For Literature

Dumaguete-born, political activist,Literature icon and writer. Martinez was resettled with his family by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees; has lived in Los Angeles, CA since July '74. He was the 1979 Editor, Asian American News (L.A.); awarded First Prize for "The Amulet", Short Story / Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature; and a 1997 Palanca Awardee, poetry, for "Shadow on the Sun".

He published poetry, short stories, and essays in Philippine Free Press and Weekly Graphic,1964-1971; was record holder, Silliman University, collegiate debate gold medals won against RP's top universities, Ateneo de Manila, San Carlos University, University of San Jose, and Divine Word University; Outstanding Alumnus (Literature), Foundation University, Philippines. Currently Secretary General, Alliance for Separate and Independent Nations, Negros and St. Paul University Pillar in Literature.

Atty .David "Danny" Cabello Martinez,JD,LLB

THAT FOR WHICH WE THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE

A Short Poem by

Rolin Migyuel Cadallo Obina

The bud opened. Slowly-

Even the thorns below could not prevent her -

from blooming

It awaited. Patiently-

For the bees to sip its nectar,

and the butterflies to flirt,

Amidst the discomfort,

of the blowing wind-

Amihan

She knew her time

would come. She didn't rush.

She waited. For so long-

And now,

it has already bloomed-

beautifully

And without warning,

she was nipped,

from the stem

She knew, by then,

her time is fast coming-

to die, wither and be gone

No roots to cling on to,

she was

a virgin

No more bees, no butterflies,

her life was destined to be short-

she, only to be adored - only for a while

Everlasting love 2001- by Penn T. Larena

When a son was born

The family was happy

Every afternoon we walked to shell beach sand

Togetherness is like Everlasting love 

 

The water was so green and cool

The firefly light  in the nipa palm such a beautiful evening

But when God gave us sadness

The struggle in life with a broken heart

A memory of sad and loneliness appear in my shadow

 

When you saw everybody was wearing black and sadness on their face

You feel the smell of the floral scent scratch everywhere

A tear drops with a sense of sadness and feeling the darkness

When the sound of the roaster and the dawn came the morning light

The morning glory appear gracefully with majesty

 

The aroma of green grass spread the surrounding,

feeling the sadness of losing someone at your Tender age

The woman stands in silence holding the two boys and promise to care for them 

 

Growing up I feel the loneliness of a love

I was waiting for a long time

My heart moves from cold to fire

Would that I could walk with you,

Along some distant seashore,

Leaving only footprints,

 

When my time comes in the future

I want  to see your  sweet smile

I want you to wait for me in the old railway

I will hold your hand to the white light

To meet my creator received my everlasting love

Holding you forever and the love I want for eternity

 

 

 By Penn Tulabing Larena,MPA,KCR

Educator,Civic Leader, Rover Scout ,Poet and Historian

Bais City Philippines

 

 

                   Photo by : AMAROMA

Sana

 

 SANA
Tula ni Josette May C. Absin

Ano ang 'sana' mo? Basahin po natin ang tulang kukurot sa bawat puso ng ina, nanay, o mama na may tanging hinihiling mula sa kaniyang supling.

Si Mam Josette May C. Absin ay Teacher III sa Jacinto Aguilar School ng Tanjay City Division. Mahilig siyang sumulat ng kuwento at mga tulang pambata. Naging inspirasyon niya sa akdang ito ang mga kabataan, ang kanyang pamilya, at mga kaibigang naniniwala at patuloy na sumusuporta sa kanyang talento

ALTERNATIBO:Tula ni Joseph Torres, SDO Tanjay

 

′′ This coffee is cooler than tubâ: ( Tanjayanon Literary )

 “Kining kapé mas kuyaw kay sa tubâ:

Akò ng napamatud-an kay ag sa usang gabii, naga-inum kami ni Pareng Sidro. Nahurot nako ang upat ka grapon nga tubâ hangtud sa alas 3 nga maoy pagpauli nakò. Ang akong asawa nag-inum ug kapé samtang nagahulat kanako. Ug nakita ko unsa diay kakuyaw ang kapé! Nagsyaggit siya, nagayawyaw, daw nagpangasabá, apan dili masabut kay dili man ma-apás ang iyang mga pulong. Samtang ako, calma lamang, misulod ako sa kwarto, mihigda sa kama ug sa walay langan nahinanok sa kalinaw. Apang akong asawa, hapit na tingali siya mabuntagi sa epekto sa iyang giinum.

Mao nâ, ako naga-ingon kaninyo, hinugay na kamu anang kapé kay makada-ut na sa lawas!”

(Thanks to Nicolas Sagrario, Brngy 14, Tanjay, his contribution for the Book.)

′′ This coffee is cooler than tubâ:

I just realized that in a dull night, we are drinking with Bro Sidro. I finished all four grapons of tuba until 3 o'clock when I'm going home. My husband is drinking coffee while nagahulat kanako. When I saw how scary coffee is! He's cheering, he's dancing, he's saying he's making noise, but he can't understand because his words can't be passed. While I am, just calm down, I entered the room, lay on the bed and without any reason, I was drowned in the clear. My husband is so handsome, he might be affected by the effect of his drinking.

That's it, I'm telling you, take a long time to drink coffee because it's going to be in your body!"

(Thanks to Nicolas Sagrario, Brngy 14, Tanjay, his contribution for the Book.)

St. Peter Story ( Tanjayanon Literary)

 Bob came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber. He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, 'You died in your sleep, Bob....' Bob was stunned. 'I'm dead? No, I can't be! I've got too much to live for. Send me back!' St.. Peter said, 'I'm sorry, but there's only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken.' Bob was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home.... The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking, and pecking the ground. A rooster strolled past. 'So, you're the new hen, huh? How's your first day here?'

'Not bad,' replied Bob the hen, 'but I have this strange feeling inside. Like I'm gonna explode!'

'You're ovulating,' explained the rooster. Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before? '

'Never,' said Bob.

'Well, just relax and let it happen,' says the rooster. 'It's no big deal.'

Bob did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg!

Bob was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg -- his joy was overwhelming.

As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard his wife yell.....

'BOB, wake up. You're shitting the bed! Smells horrible!!!

Bag-ong Kusog ( A Tanjayanon Literary )

 

The Louisville Review for including my poem "The Funeral" in your Fall 2020 issue!

International Poet 

Simon Anton Diego Baena

 

 

VALENTINE'S DAY IN 2014

The light was dim

The table was set

The candle was the witness

Mushroom/Arugula Salad

Pasta in thick tomato sauce

Herbed chicken

Blueberry cheese cake

Bottle of red wine

The music was great

Reminiscent of years gone by

The laughter was pure

Un-choreographed

And true

The dance

It was perfect

Everything was bliss

The movie after dinner

Oh love, it said

It always has room for mistakes

But one who's loving shouldn't fear

Then slowly everything faded

Everything gone

What's left were memories of a wonderful evening

And the hope that one day, love will be forever

(This poem was written on February 14, 2014)

Poet Rolin Migyuel Cadallo Obina

A Blossoming Gumamela

 

A falling Star

Ignites from afar;

A vision unravels

A presentment foretells

A seed within the womb

In still regrets entombed

And withered by forces tragic

But still rejuvenated by the magic

Of a motherly faith retained.

In Hopeful dreams regained.

 

Ah,Daniella!

A blossoming gumamela,

In bloom enchanting

With freshness everlasting!

Ever so sweet,my niece

Deliverer of peace;

Amidst the darkness thrown

Your petals reflect the dawn

Price of a forbidden game

Conceived in passion’s name.

 

 

A morning star

Enlights from afar

A vision unfolds

A presentiment foretold

A Flower so beloved,

In still innocence enshrouded

A flower so beloved .

In still innocence enshrouded

Whose purity is unmarried

With a delicate skin, yet unscarred

 

Ah, Daniela!

A blossoming gumanela

In bloom enticing

With freshness everlasting!

Ever so sweet,my dear,

Conqueror of fear,

Through flying kisses of love,

Swifter than a flittering dove;

Fruit of a forgiven love,

An angel bestowed from above

 

 By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  1998 

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD. He grows up in Tanjay  City Negros Oriental . He is an Art Collector, Poet, Philatelist,Civic leader,  Past President of Tanjay Rotary Club,Chapter Commander of Knights of Rizal  Tanjay Chapter and Heritage & Cultural  Advocate 

In Tanjay City He is known as the Good Doctor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simon Anton Diego Baena Literary International Journal

 Another great issue of Osiris! I'm honored to be in this issue with Rob Cook , Eugenio de Andrade, Andrea Moorhead, George Moore, Salgado Maranhao, Ray Kefeitz, Simon Perchik, and other amazing poets!

Osiris

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I'm stoked and honored to be in the 10th anniversary issue of Phantom Drift! Can't wait for my copies. With Ray Keifetz, Derek Anis, Cindy Veach,

Peter Grandbois

, and other stunning poets.

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for including my prose poem, "Black and White Reels" in your forthcoming 91st issue! Thank you so much for supporting my work! Happy New Year!

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Siquijor

By Elsa Cabello Martinez Coscolluela | 1 March 2018

Folks say they do not live there

Anymore, witches stitching

Rag figures of souls to slay,

Or warlocks brewing potions

Of bark and root three moons

Before Jesus-God lies cold

On a slab of stone.
They say they have grown weary

Of chanting the same old incantations,

Casting the same spells over loves

Lost or betrayed, claiming justice

For the helpless and oppressed,

Or setting our small worlds back

On their proper tilt and turn.
They say they have their own lives

To live, burdens to bear: fields

To till, seeds to sow, waterjars

To fill, and sons and daughters

To tend and teach mysteries

Of blood and bone, earth and sky,

Wind, water and fire.
Folks say when you first set foot

On the shores of Siquijor

That those you seek do not live

There anymore, but if you truly ache

For righteous remedy, you might linger

For a night: one might fly by

With a magic brew for you.

Author :



Elsa Cabello Martinez Coscolluela is the daughter Carmen Cabello Martinez from Tanjay City  , Negros Oriental. Her poems have received honours from the Don Carlos Palanca Awards, Cultural Center of the Philippines, and Philippines Free Press. They appeared in anthologies and collections such as Katipunera and Other Poems (1998). She is also well-known in the field of drama, having garnered more than twenty prizes from the Palanca Awards in that genre, and was instilled in the Palanca Hall of Fame in 1999. She held the position of Vice President for Academic Affairs at the University of St. La Salle in Bacolod until her retirement in 2010, and was conferred the title of Professor Emeritus. She was one of the brains behind the founding of the Iyas National Writers Workshop, Kritika National Workshop on Art and Cultural Criticism, and Negros Summer Workshops on Theatre and Film.

Give thanks, my soul

By Poet Rolin Migyuel Cadallo Obina

Give thanks, my soul, for the food on our table,
For the dried fish that’ve been served,
And for the bread the children shared.

Shout your praise, my weary soul,
And sing with gladness and joy,
For the bed you rest upon, and the roof above your head.

Leave your doubts behind for God will provide,
The sun will rise, the children will play,
Surely rain will pour on this summer’s day.

Throw your fears away, set it all aside,
Like the birds that flip its wings, playing with the fishermen,
A piece of fish when shared, becomes food for many and one.

The world is colorful, not just red nor blue,
There’s green and purple and all the colors of the rainbow,
When you’re happy and you’re grateful, the world will smile with you.

Soon this will be over, this fear of hunger,
Our questions of where to go after will soon be answered,
Never lose hope, my soul, for nothing is impossible, for God, the King of all.

Lift your worries to God for He will never abandon us,
Learn to share your gifts, even the little ones,
A bread divided can feed a multitude of men.

The Room

The COVID -19 Poem of Prof. Penn T. Larena March 2020


A dirty white covers the whole space
Feeling so sad, lonely, and broken-hearted
It feels my mind  of  things to do
The sound of the drama, dancing night and day

People are dying of the virus
Here we are praying day and night
Always thinking about money
and life within the day
How would you spend it and the world will stop for nothing
Thinking of our loved one
and Frontlines saving lives every day

Naked in the room
That feel the heart and soul
Looking at the calendar every day
For the days wasted
Your minds were savage

Touching your body with desire in mind
Looking the time to kill
Praying for everyone to stay healthy
Thinking about the next month's things to do

Only God will help
In a tiny room, you are so afraid
Thankful for the blessing you received
Just in the corner bare naked
Holding to yourself, what world the future brings

Simon Anton Niño Diego G. Baena

In the Field of International literary arts

Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena currently lives in the Philippines. He spends most of his time on the road with his wife, Xandy. Some of his works have already been published in The James Franco Review, The Bitter Oleander, After the Pauseand its forthcoming Anthology, The Blue Hour Magazine, Mascara Literary Review, Shot Glass Journal, Off the Coast, Red River Review, Eastlit, The East Bay Review, Philippines Free Press,and Philippines Graphic Magazine. Catamaran Literary Reader, Osiris, UCity Review, Off the Coast, Off the Coast, and are forthcoming in Caliban Online, Cider Press Review, Saltfront, and Skidrow Penthouse.

Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena's work has recently appeared in The Cortland Review, Santa Ana River Review, Osiris, Chiron Review, Construction Literary Magazine, and Saltfront.

Virgin

 Poem by Simon Anton Nino Diego Baena 2011

she drifts,
like hush of the eerie night
a plume of crimson roses
her gazing starlit eyes.
gentle and careless,
her nipples stood erect
radiant under the piercing
light, as her vanilla thighs
glow, warm blanket
against the December cold;
my flaming pheromone. 

How Bais got its name

Writer Josefa Baena Villanueva -Perez 1981

Photo by : Brian Villanueva

When the fertile flatlands and rich fishing grounds were reported to the Spanish colonizers after they arrived in the Philippines, an expedition headed by a Spanish engineer was sent to the area to get its name and pinpoint its exact location, as well as prepare a map of the island. They happened to enter the mouth of the river in the area and saw some people gathering the abundant freshwater eel locally called “bais” that were caught in their fish traps.

Upon seeing the fishermen, the Spaniard asked in his native tongue, “Como se llama este lugar?” (What is the name of this place?). Failing to understand the engineer of the course, and thinking that he was asking for the name of the fish caught, the fisherman answered curtly, “Bais”. The Spaniard, therefore, recorded the name “Bais” as the name of the place.