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

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 )

Graveyard

 

City of the dead,

The ancestral legacy will someday ensue, 

The Promised land will soon beckon me to its gates

 

Befallen

With such a blackened vision,

I let go of one very meaning sigh

For there’s no telling when,

For there’s no saying how,

For there ‘s no knowing why

 

Never have I felt this down to earth

The grass I ‘m stepping on will turn the tables one day

As the tombstones are stuck on the ground ,so will I

 

Crestfallen,

I settle into submission

And let out a breath of acceptances

So be it ‘ I say

One last good look before I head away

Emotions gone as grey as the light of day

 

Death whispers its parting words,

We shall meet again but next time it will take forever

I smile ,only to say ‘I’m glad I still have you them

 

By : Gerard Jude C. Bumanglag ,MD 2007

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