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by Leona Florentino
to be spurned is my lot.
(original version:)
NALPAY A NAMNAMA
dagitiaddacaayanayatda
ta addapimanmangricna
cadagitiisuaminaasugda.
Ni Gasatco a nababa
aoanenngatatcapadana,
ta cunacdiacagduadua
ta agdamangarudgnainnacagsagaba.
Ta nupay no agayatac
itimaysaaimnas
aoanlatpangripripiripac
ngaaddapacaibatugac.
Ilunodcontotihoras
ngainnacpannacayanacta
no natayacidin ta nayanacac.
nganipaayticalac-amac.
Ngemumanayento a liolioac
tipannacaammonitoy a panagayat,
ta icarickencaketisapatac
ngasicaaoansablitipacatayac.
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Don't we all love it? Because without the love of the sadness
and darkness of our lives. The sadness is caused by an expectation
of falling apart because of inaction.
Region 2 (Cagayan Valley)
By Fernando M. Maramag
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The language comes alive not from the present words and their
common meanings, but from the usage which enables our senses to
In his poem, The Rural Maid, the persona is a guy who fell in love
with a girl. Even if he left, the memory of his maiden still remains in
him; proving that his love for her transcends time and distance. I
especially like the last 2 lines since they visualize and magnify his
Youth by maximoramos
of going back
to God.
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being given the chance to see the light of the world for the first time
was beautifully described. Being born and having been given the
fun and wonderful memories are being savored in the restless days
of childhood, until such time when one comes of age and gets the
new one and reunite with the Giver, and that is the greatest and the
Servant
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person feels. To cut the long story short, “hope” is always there in
the side of every tragic story. New beginnings follow after harsh
endings.
them, and taking good care of them. It is a process of life, where we can
be our own through the help of our elders or masters. This will give us
the poem that we have a name deep inside us. In order for you to justify
your identity, you must be a good steward and in turn pursue your own
way.
forsaken, and overtaken. I can relate this to the Filipino people who were
abused by foreign visitors. Even if they want to fight, stand up, and be
free, they have no choice but to follow and be a slavey. But all people
have names and identity, unique and absurd. No one can hinder an
individual to grow and fight for his right. You cannot stop an eagle to fly,
it needs space to soar. You cannot hold up a thunder bolt from striking
above the sky. It needs to shout and shine bright blinding the enemy.
You cannot stop a genius mind to think of ideas that could change the
world. Every body needs to be treated equally, because deep inside all of
AMBAHAN 131
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third stanza “She holds no joys beyond the day’s tomorrow, She
finds no worlds beyond his arm’s embrace, She looks upon the
FORM behind the furrow, Who is her mind, her Motion, Time and
Space. In here, the woman is imprisoned in her love for the man.
The man is established as her life, her strength, her only joy, and
her everything. She is obliged to perform the act of loving her man
living outside the world of her love. A second look at the piece
Love of Country
(GugmasaPungsod)
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The poem is all about ones love for his own country which is
nothing greater than any forms of love, we Filipinos truly love our
country since the days of our national hero up to now , thats why I
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AngKanyangMga Mata
Dalawangbituing
kumikislap-kislap
sagitna
ngdilim. . .
Tambalngaliw
nasasayaw-sayaw
satuwingako'y
naninimdim. . .
Bukang-liwayway
ngisangpagsintang
walangmaliw!
Takipsilim
ngisangpusong
di magtataksil!
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Oh greed when you was born demons absurd, you cause trouble,
ruin lies, poor soul arose everywhere as they are sinking to their
We wonder where is the finger of God to point out and subdue those
Parading in perfume,
Tulang Tumututol
sa dyipni, sa traysikel,
sa eroplano, sa grocery,
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Region 12 (SOCCSKSARGEN)
Let’s hurry!
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by Kevin Piamonte
HOLY Thursday.
The house loomed over the street. Massive. Windows gaped open
like mouths. So this would be summer for me. There were other
houses nearby, but not as big and old as this one. As I stood
outside the rusty iron gate, Doray came running out of the heavy
"You're finally here. I've been waiting since morning." She kissed me
on the cheek.
declined at first, but couldn't bear the thought of going to the beach
"I promise." She held up her hand. "We'll go to Boracay after. You
just have to see how they spend Holy Week in my Lola Conching's
town."
me." Once I saw you lighting all the candles in church so that Rona
would live."
Ask and you shall be given. I thought that was the doctrine of the
Church. Rona died of abuse three years. ago. She was one of those
deaf children we took care of in the Center. The twelve-year old girl
for two days. The pain was deeply etched on her face. Even her
"All right, all right." I gave up. "We'll go to your Lola Conching's
house first, purify our souls during Holy Week and burn them after
in Boracay."
Doray and I have been the best of friends since college. We were
serving the best of humanity. But the truth was we were both
For some reason I wasn't able to make it on the day Doray and I
"You'd better follow, mister," she warned, her hand balled to a fist.
SAN Jose Street, Ibajay. Doray told me that on Holy Week the
years. Every year, during Holy Week, they would bring out the
the landing.
The old woman sat on a chair carefully lighting candles on the altar
in front of her. Her lips reverently moved in silence and her gaze
visit.
"He's here to help in the activities for the Holy Week."
The old woman stared at me. Her face looked tired. It sagged with
wrinkles. But I could see there had been beauty there ages ago. The
fine line of her brow softly curved to gray almond eyes. Her nose
cut-glass.
"They'll be here in the morning," Doray said as she opened the door
to the bedroom.
I stepped inside.
"And the other door to the right leads to your room," I recalled.
Lola Conching was blind. She suffered greatly at the hands of the
At first she resisted. Then the Japanese hit her on the head with a
"Yes, do," she replied as she opened the door to her room. "We'll
The room was replete with old wooden heads of saints. Some had
of my bed was a cabinet with glass casing. It was empty. The whiff
of camphor from the wooden heads made me dizzy and I fell asleep.
Soundly.
"Yes. Burt, you've met Tiya Basyon," Doray began. "And Tiya
Patring, Tiyo Lindo, my cousins Ted, Joey, Ina, Elena, Nicky and
Damian."
eaten."
"I didn't bother to wake you up last night," she said between bites.
"You were snoring and I took care not to wake you when I put up
She sat on the chair at the head of the table. It was uncanny how
she could move with just a cane. She seemed to know every inch of
"Ah, there you are." Her head followed the sound of my voice. "Did
After breakfast, we went downstairs. The light from the bulb coated
casing whose sides were made of glass. Angels with dark faces
ominous, like a hearse. Tiyo Lindo and Tiya Patring came in.
"Boys, let's do this together." Tiyo Lindo went to the carriage and
started pulling it out from the corner. All of us did our share. The
wheels creaked.
"It needs oiling," Tiyo Lindo said.
"Why don't we just open the door?" I suggested. "Then we can have
light."
"No, don't," Tiya Patring said. "It's a tradition. Nobody should see
I helped polish the carriage, shining the leaves of silver lining. With
agility Ted climbed the carriage and dusted the wooden top of the
casing. Tiyo Lindo wiped the inside of the glass. No way would I go
"We're ready with the Santo Entierro," one of the girls called out.
The dead Christ was laid out on a mat. My stomach tumbled over. I
"Are you all right?" Doray approached me. She had been arranging
"Look," I said quietly. "I don't know what this is all about, but I'm
"The dead Christ. I just don't like it." I sneezed. "And this scent of
She laughed.
"That's what you get for being a heretic." She brushed my face with
"Oh, stop that." I wiped my face. "I think I'd better go upstairs for a
up.
Lola Conching was sitting by the altar when I got to the top of the
stairs. The subtlety of light coming from the candles caressed the
I was startled.
"No, Lola Conching."
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who agrees to stay with his friend Doray at her grandmother's home
for Holy Week. Doray's grandmother tells Burt the story of Santo
Entierro, the dead Christ, and how her family owns the statue. On
Good Friday there is a parade and the take the statue to the church
so everyone may see it. Later that night Burt awakes and takes a
Sunday.
Forever Love
Are In My Mind
You'll Be Remembered
Till The End Of Time
Always In My Heart
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love which resulted the poet to make a poem about his loved ones.
Si Amomongo at si Iput-Iput
magagawa ng malalaki”
hapon.”
kasama?”
ulo.
mga ito.
Do not judge your neighbor based on his size or body size. Often,
small ones do more than the big ones can do. Avoid spreading false
A Tinguian Folktale
One day a man who had been to gather his coconuts loaded his
horse heavily with the fruit. On the way home he met a boy whom
“If you go slowly,” said the boy, looking at the load on the horse,
“you will arrive very soon; but if you go fast, it will take you all day.”
The man could not believe this strange speech, so he hurried his
horse. But the coconuts fell off and he had to stop to pick them up.
Then he hurried his horse all the more to make up for lost time, but
the again. Many time he did this, and it was night when he reached
home
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can go fast but at the end of the day it will only take you more time