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Mananap
Mai Santillan Poetry by Krisha Rose Pasaol |

Kon akong pangutan-on

Ania ka na pod sa akong balkon,
Manglimos sa akong pagtagad.
Katilaw na ko’g tagam intawon.
Pangita na la’g laing mailad!
ang hulmigas,
Nga gabaktas diha karon
sa inyong dos andanas.
Iya ba kaha ning tubagon,
kon kinsa tong miduaw nimo
gahapon?

Passive Aggressive Kon akong pangutan-on

ang taluto,
Gaimpake ka na sab. Nga anaa diha nagpahiyom
sa suok-suok.
Asa na pod ka paingon?
Iya ba kaha ning tubagon,
Kon kinsa ang rason
Sa iya na pod, no?
sa imong paghinuktok?
Ingni ra god ko unsa’y naa anang Sugbo.
Kamagayan? Aduna man ko’y Cruz-Taal. Kon akong pangutan-on
Carbon? Aduna man ko’y Cogon. ang anay,
Colon? Aduna man ko’y Divisoria. Nga dekadang namuyo diha
sa inyong balay.
Iya ba kaha ning matubag,
Lahi ra gyod didto?
Kon ikaw ba nakabatig
Gisumhan na ka’g tsada? pag-mahay?
Gusto ka’g nindot?
Di na ka’g lingaw?
Gapangita ka’g alegre? Kanunay kong gabahis-bahis
sa inyong tugkaran.
Hala lakaw. Sa mga mananap nagpakaluoy
nga ila akong tug-anan.
Layag didto.
Apan iwit na nakong nabantayan.
Imoha na silang gisabutan,
Kay kon pul-an na siya nimo Ug dayon sab nila kining gituman.
sa ako ra ba ka mobalik. Maong sukad karon, ilaha nakong
gilikay-likayan.
Ayaw lang pagdahom
nga sa pag-uli nimo
ako pa ang Kagayan
nga imong gibiyaan.
Boys Can Wear Pink
Poetry by Raphael Luis Salise |

Metronome Boys can wear pink

Gratian Paul Tidor With socks up to the thighs
Wear anything you want,
It should be no surprise
ang tulo
sa gubaong gripo
gisalod sa hunahuna Boys can bake cakes
mipuno sa damgo And do garden work, too
mibanaw sa alimungaw Be feminine, be affectionate
Whatever suits you!
Boys can show weakness
Machismo is a myth
Go and cry when you want to
To My Bereaved Beloved
These emotions exist
Poetry by Paul Randy Gumanao |

Boys can like boys I want my body to be cremated.

And hold hands with them, too
You can choose your own gender
There’s more than just two!
Boys can do this
And boys can do that
The norms cannot dictate
How boys should really act
So the next time someone asks,
“What’s with that outfit, Paul?”
Just say “Boys can wear pink,
There’s no problem at all!”
Libro
Poetry  by  Renner Sasil 
|
Kini nahisamag atabay
ug lagutmon.
Weigh my ashes as against my flesh.
The difference would be of my soul’s.
Much of my leaving soul is water
from each of my cells after the long years of
lingering
edema. Much of my soul would be water
gushing like geysers above my earthen remains
in the form of vapor trying to escape
from every crevice of the cold kiln.
And my soul would become clouds.
Find me in the sky, a tiny turtle in the sea
swimming among the flock of flying fish.
Later at night, it would rain
seawater from the sky.
Bathe in my soul.

makainom ang giuhaw

Dance with me in the rain while all of my soul
sa kahibulong
would trail every inch of your tender skin
sealing with moist kisses the wounds you left
mahimo sab busgon ang gakutoy hidden.
nga alimpatakan.
And in the morning, while still drenched
sa matag kitkit reach for the urn and mold my ashes into a rock
nimo sa mga pulong to be thrown into that stream at the back of our
house.
usapa pag-ayo hilabina ang
mga pakli sa tanghaga A plop would signal the happy reunion of my
remains,
and my soul, while freely flowing, would await
ug ilad-ok sab
another skyward journey
ang gaawas nga
To reappear up above as a tiny turtle in the sea.
pagtulon-an

And we shall dance together again.

aron dii mahaw-ang
sa kakulangon.

diha sa imong panumdoman.