FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL AND DEAR TO ME

by Phyllis (a.k.a. PatayNaDaga of Missosology Forums)

THREE MONTHS AND STILL COUNTING
DAYS AND WEEKS JUST KEPT ON PASSING BY ME
WELCOME ME AGAIN, EMBRACE ME IN YOUR ARMS
90 DAYS OF HIDING AND DENYING ONE TRUE FACT
–YOU ARE DEEP INSIDE, HERE IN MY HEART

I HAVE KEPT A SECRET TO MYSELF
AND THIS TIME, I GOT TO BE HONEST
I GUESS ITS BEEN LONG SINCE I LAST FOOLED ME
AND ACT LIKE AS IF NOTHING IS THOUGHT PERSONALLY
YES, ACT LIKE THAT BUT CRAZY

MAYBE I WAS JUST SCARED OR WHATEVER
AM I JUST WANTING TO BE A FRIEND OR A LOVER
REMINDING ME OF ONE HORRID VERSE IN MY LIFE
KIND BUT VERY HURTING INSIDE
OR MAYBE, WE WERE JUST NOT MEANT TO BE

IF IT WASN’T ONLY THAT I SOMEHOW LET YOU GO
LATER ON, THEN WE MIGHT END UP HAPPY
ON THIS PRETTY LITTLE WORLD
VERY CHEESY AND MAYBE OVER RATED
EVERY WORDS THAT WAS USED IN THIS SONNET

(MADE)

UNDER THE LIGHTS, ON THE FIRST NIGHT OF SUMMER…

PLAZUELA DE LA ROGATIVA, OLD SAN JUAN (Poem)

by DEMOGARGON SAATBARMALD

 

The torches of triumph raised up high

Blazing fires reaching the indigo sky

Warm breeze came from God’s Kingdom

now embraces every walls of the old city

White gringos and God’s amigos now

raising up their crosses with pride,

for the crosses they held will shine upon

the heavens

defeating the lonely, fading sunset

It will also typify new era

not only to the old city

but also to the whole virgin island.

 

As the faith triumphs among the pagans,

centuries past, a monument was built

made of high quality bronze from Spain

and reshaped by the skillful hands from Europe

This monument symbolizes the spirit,

the identity given to the gentiles—of

being God’s followers,

slaves of God’s followers.

 

The monument was erected within the city

named after John the Baptist

Joannes Est Nomen Eius! They all shouted

as the city gains its identity

from being a king to a useless slave

Built by using tons of bronze metal, this

monument always received kisses from

numerous waves,

kisses of welcome and protest

Numerous thunders also paid reverence

making the statues deformed

but these statues made of bronze remains so

strong, that it will recognize a memorial for

real kings, venerated with deep holiness.

 

Today, standing up high, proudly representing

the whole island

These four statues of deceit and monocracy

stayed in its deformed figure

The history repeated to the inhabitants

of the rich port:

All of them  still chained tightly from

their hands and feet

Freedom is still not present

Nationalism still in its old place—nothing

Still dependent and useless…

Still remained as a colony

but now of the empire of the

milk and honey.

 

The flaming torches were already faded

There is no triumph anymore

and these bronze statues are now infesting

with destructive, fatal rusts.

 

Dirtier than ever.