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!!!

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