“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!!!

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 )