Perfection 1985

 

As I'm going through life, a scenario pops into my head.

 A created disorder that scoffs at the idea of a future.

 A stumble while I was entering a throng

I kept my posture straight and worked hard to keep quiet.

mouth making such whispers and high-pitched giggles:

Stunningly evil eyes look at the large window

 stepping into the path of onlookers who may have differing opinions

 I keep second-guessing if I came out as too commonplace.

 

 

Everywhere there was style and sophistication

On their face is engraved the desire for perfection.

Snakes nest on their neck.

Consider me as a small speck in your eyes.

You must stride straight.

And keep it light.

formally attired as they say,

Every day, you are being handled like a machine.

 

 

 

I think my best option is to whimper.

 But all of a sudden, reality hits me in the face.

 All of their expectations were crushed, and I'm still improving.

 for an unacceptable letdown.

 The desire for perfection is universal.

 And everybody wants to be noticed.

 They desire to possess everything.

They are fixated on perfection. 

Perfection  Luca Tanjay City 

Leonaga Tulabing Larena 

Blood suckers

 

 By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  2008

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD. He grow 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.

End

 By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  2007

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 

 

Footnote to a Sunday Psalm

 

 I know you made the growth, lord, from 

which we weave these sheets

 to make our beds, and the petalry which we

 crush and  let alone to bleed, to trap

 perfume, yes and the oak and shore

 and most good things, and even perhaps

 our meeting there last monday in the 

wind, and the dirty book i caught her

 with. did you make the cats she owns? 

one of them bites, you know, and i 

felt like kicking it and I really did 

while she was out riding one of your

 horses. and i know you made her, made

 her with her dewy eyes and clasp and

 hair, made her as you wove satin and 

the shade. god, you are the greatest. 

had you added one last stroke, you 

would have had a sly and savage peer. 

 Sands & Coral 1966

David C. Martinez 1967 Co-editor David C. Martinez was born in Dumaguete City and earned his undergraduate degree from Foundation University.Teaching English ,Literature and Social Sciences in his alma Mater St. Paul University Dumaguete City. Soon after, he entered Silliman University law school, where he distinguished himself as a debater winning gold medals at national collegiate debate competitions. He also wrote poems, essays and short stories which were published in the Philippine Free Press and Weekly Graphic between 1964 to 1971. As a vocal political activist during the early years of Martial Law, he was briefly detained by the military and eventually resettled by the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees in California USA, where his family has resided since 1974. He edited the Asian American News in Los Angeles in 1979. Martinez was a double winner in the 1997 Carlos Palanca Award for Literature (English Division) with his “The Amulet” garnering First Prize in the Short Story Category and “Shadow on the Sun” garnering Second Prize in the Poetry Category. His book A Country of Our Own: Partitioning the Philippines was published in 2002 by Daykeeper Press and in 2004 by Bisaya Books. 

Kassandra and Other Heroines

 Katipunera and Other Poems by Elsie Victoria  Martinez- Coscolluela

(Anvil Publishing, Inc., 1998)

Kassandra and Other Heroines

The poems in this collection were written between 1965 and 1973, overlapping Philippine President Ferdinand Marcos' declaration of martial law in 1972 by only one year. Historians claim this period in Philippine history is the country's most prosperous. When Marcos declared martial law, all forms of expression were suppressed -- newspapers were shut down, publishing almost ground to a halt. Stories of writers, labor and student leaders disappearing have entered into the Philippines' history pages and mythology.

During that time, Elsa Martinez Coscolluela pursued graduate degrees in Siliman University and De La Salle University and tried her hand at playwriting. When she tookp up poetry again in 1993, she would create collections that would win awards -- Katipunera and Other Poems won first place in the Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature, a national writing contest, in 1995. This collection along with new poems appeared in book form in 1998.

"Katipunera" reflects the prosperity shortly before martial law that the Philippines would have pursued had writers not been diverted from craft to survival. Coscolluela draws from the Philippines' relationship with China and Spain in telling about a recently-passed grandmother in "Camphor Chest":

The men say you always knew your place, standing
By Grandfather at every feast...
The women praise your tidy
Home, your upright sons...
Your honoring the head of your house.

(They do not speak of your absent daughter.)...

And though the hour is late, it's too early yet
To sort out all the tokens fixed and sealed
In you precious camphor chest...
Carefully crafted by your mother in China
When she sent you off across the sea....

And here, more precious than all these, a stack
Of letters from your daughter: frayed and stored
And ribboned, and now I know what I always
Thought I knew with inner knowing. As I unfold
The letters, one by one, the vague aching
Spaces in my heart are filled with love.

Though you could not send her off with woman--
Things in a camphor chest, I know she brought
With her your silent blessings, knowing
Perhaps all mothers know she had to break
Her vows to be. And so you set her free,
And secretly sent her off across the sea.

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

Literary Development of Negros Oriental in Bais and Tanjay

 Women in Literature in Negros Oriental  

Men  in Literature in Negros Oriental  

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

 

“Pilipinas:Iba Ka!” ni Kien Mayorga, 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!!!

Emotions ( Black to Red Heart )

 Is full with everything,

Unable to handle it no more,

For it surge like a blood of fountain by means of emotions,

I feel like I am replete like a fever rising,

 

I feel like I crave to slay,

I intend to die,

I desire to verbalize out,

I aspire to cry,

I would like to shriek,

 

Entirely of this emotions,

I want to be departed,

And replaced through new emotions,

 

I crave to love,

I yearn for peace and harmony,

I require to be ecstatic,

I want to chortle,

 

If this stuff will occur,

My emotions will wrecked,

And my heart will be different,

Commencing black to red heart……….

 

 Monday, March 16, 2009 

Poet from Tugas ,Tanjay City  Ayla Lopez Sedon

hi im ayla lopez! ! ! ! my freinds call me ling, ayling, and emoempress...... and i like to write poems........she started writting poems age of 15 years old

Major Works 

Long Time Crush Until Now 

Dark Angel 

Emotions ( Black to Red Heart )

Dark Angel

 Ayla lopez  Tuesday, March 24, 2009 

 

Angel descend form the sky,

Going through the darkness of me,
Therefore the angel called the dark angel,
He enter my humanity and possesses me,
To bring melancholy in my heart,
To grant domination that kills me,
To guide me in the most critical way,
To drain my head,

Dark angel kill me as I say,
I don’t want to be here,
So that my darkness will be gone eternally,
There is no happiness that happen to me even a slight,

My heart shatter me,
My soul kills me,
My thought brings me to dilemma,
So what is the point of living in this world with no love? ? 

Poet from Tugas ,Tanjay City  Ayla Lopez Sedon

hi im ayla lopez! ! ! ! my freinds call me ling, ayling, and emoempress...... and i like to write poems........she started writting poems age of 15 years old

Major Works 

Long Time Crush Until Now 

Dark Angel 

Emotions ( Black to Red Heart )

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PENN (A WARRIOR TORN)

By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD   Jan  2021

 If a warrior were gifted a magical pen 

To change this world's chaotic arena 

Would one write down "Zen" Or invoke the Goddess Athena 

To battle - regardless of where or when –

 As cries extinguish the flame from a broken glass vitrine. 

When visions alternately brighten or dampen, 

Would weapons shine or get patina, 

As raging emotions either fade or deepen? 

No reckoning as to how eruptive or serene a Warrior whose name is Penn 

If one chooses to be as gentle as a puppy over a Hyena,

 Would this valiant being miss the chase out there in the open, 

Even though the prey is a gazelle ever graceful as a Ballerina? 

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD.He grow 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 

 

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.

LOVE AND ANGER

By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD 2021

 

 Love and Anger, Hold your horses,

they are no stranger As we go through courses,

 like baby Jesus in the manger Up until Roman's curses,

when His life was in danger

 

 Love and Anger, Do complement each other!

 Never like a brother arguing with his sister,

Never like a ring fighter clashing with another.

Instead, they belong to one single corner,

 Even though one is unique from the other,

Love and Anger, are intertwined forever and ever.

Notes : This is a  poem challenge "Love and Anger" was a 15 minute poem. the poet could have done better but choose not to

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD.He grow 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 

"REGRETS"

 

By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD  2008

 

If only I could turn back the hands of time,

I would've hindered the blunders of the past,

Avoided the incessant aftermath of guilt

If it were possible to mend heartbreaks,

Stop tragedies from taking place,

 

Settle some unfinished business from before,

Given that very power,

I would've used it without any hesitation,

But who am I to manipulate the course of nature?

 

We all have our shortcomings,

We all have deep-seated flaws,

We all can learn from our mistakes.

 

Crumbled debris of bad experiences

Are he building blocks of my temple,

Thus I try to construct a much more solid structure

 

 

Even when it's already late for forgiveness,

Know that fate or destiny can be both unforgiving, too

So if you've done wrong, just make it right next time

 

Regrets,

Though its minions keep on gnawing at my conscience,

But they remind me that I am indeed only human.

 

Tanjayanon Dr. Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD.He grow 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 

                             Modern Jose Rizal 

 

The River 1973

The river is a human being of pleasure
From the valley to the lowlands showing clear water
Carefree that she turns out at her best
And swans that cover her love’s measure
Flowing under the bridges showing her life of Free
Surrounding the trees seen its day and night
Hang around her naked to hear the sound of music and dance to please her self
Toughing the water so kisses her pleasure



The River is like spring the source of life on earth
Flashing in the wide green glade,
Hidden worlds kept from human being watchful eyes
Disaster to Sunshine appear with Grace and Beauty
Tempered with the lightning’s aid and charity,
To  touch the crystal clear water and endless connection
Witness to my endless love to the man I love
For life, I hope to see you end again flowing
From the mountain to show his precious treasures



A 1973  Poem by Baisanon Poet Leonaga H.Tulabing Larena a lover of World Literature and a member of Dumaguete Reading Club from 1971 to 1985. In  Summer of 1965 and 1966  she was sent to Manila thru a government scholarship to study Noli Me Tángere and El Filibusterismo at the University of the Philippines Diliman.