KAKABA-KABA
Habang lumalapit, araw ng eleks’yon,
Mga kandidato’y naghihiga’t bangon.
May pangamba dine at may takot doon…
Ano kayang sadya ang magiging hatol?
Mga mamboboto naman ay gayon din,
Hindi makatiyak… Sinong pipiliin?
Kahi’t manok nila’y talagang magaling,
Kung hindi popular, baka matalo rin.
Kanya-kanyang gimik at mga padahak.
Magkabilang panig takot humalakhak.
Baka magkamali at iwanang sukat
Ng mga katoto na palipat-lipat.
Gastos, puyat, pagod, nakakahilo na.
Mga kandidato’y nangangalumata,
Nguni’t kailangang ngumiti, tumawa
Upang ‘di magtampo ang mga kasama.
Buhay kandidato’y mahirap din naman;
Puhunan ay yaman, pagod, kalusugan.
Na kapag nanalo’y babawiing tunay;
Kung matalo nama’y tatagulaylayan.
Dapwa’t bakit kaya mahilig ang tao
Na mamulitika at mag kandidato?
Makakatulong din kahi’t papaano
Maging isang simple’t taong ordinary.
Ang buhay ng tao’y mahirap malirip,
Puno ng ligaya sa pananaginip;
Nguni’t ang totoo kapag iniisip
Ang buhay na ito’y puno ng ligalig.
Talagang sinadya ng Poong Maykapal
Na tao’y magdnas din ng kahirapan.
Upang ‘pag natikman ang hapdi ng buhay,
Matutong lumuhod at saka magdasal.
Talagang masarap na magunam-gunam
Ang tamis, matapos pait ay matikman.
Masaklap matalo, nguni’t malinamnam
Ang biyaya ng D’yos ay walang kapantay.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
ELEKSIYON
ELEKSIYON
Sa kaharian ng ibon, minsan ay nagpulong-pulong
Upang pilii’t ihalal ang magiging panginoon:
Minungkahi si Agila nguni’t maraming tumutol
Dahil siya’y nandaragit ng mumunting mga ibon.
Minungkahi si Buwetre, maraming ‘di sumang-ayon…
Dahil siya ay sa patay nabubuhay sa maghapon.
Minungkahi si Paniki, si Loro at iba roon,
Hindi sila magkaundo, iba-iba ang opinion.
Sa kaiisip kung sino ang nararapat mamuno,
Nagkasundo ang marami na si K’wago ang iupo.
Sabi nila si K’wago raw ay talagang matalino;
Kahi’t gabi at madilim, malinw ang mata nito.
Kaya’t wala ng tumutol – naging Pangulo si K’wago,
At ano mang iutos n’ya’y sinusunod na totoo.
Kahi’t anong gawin niya, ginagayang todo-todo
Ng lahat ng mga ibon na sa kanya ay saludo.
Nguni’t hindi nila alam na pagsapit ng umaga;
‘Pag sumipot ang liwanag, lumalabo na ang mata;
Si Pangulong K’wago nila ay wala ng nakikita;
Ang kilos at gawa niya’y marami ng sumasala.
Nguni’t mga taga-sunod, pilit-matang sumasamba,
Ano mang gawin ni K’wago ay kanilang ginagaya;
Kung si K’wago’y matapilok, tumatapilok din sila,
Kung si K’wago’y matihaya, tumutulad ang bala na.
Sa paglalakad ni K’wago ang lahat ay umusunod;
Kung si K’wago ay mauntog, sila rin ay sumasalpok.
Ng si K’wago ay maligaw sa kabila noong bakod,
Ang iba pang mga ibon ay sumamang nalulugod.
Sa kalyeng ‘di nakikita si K’wago ay napaluhod;
Ang kaniyang tagahanga’y nakigayang walang lungkot.
May isang trak na dumaan, silang lahat ay nasalpol…
Pagsunod sa punong bulag, lahat sila ay natepok.
Gayon din ang pamayanan, tila isang kaharian,
Na may punong pinipili upang sila’y pamunuan.
Sa pagpili ng pinuno, dapat nating kaingatan,
Baka ang ating mapili’y pinunong pang-kadiliman.
Kailangan natin ngayon ay pinunong may pananaw –
Upang sa ating pagsunod ay hindi tayo maligaw.
Ang pinuong naka pikit at sa liwanag ay silaw
Ay wala ring magagawa kahi’t ga’no pa katagal.
Kaya’t ngayon na panahon ng paghalal ng pinuno,
Tayo ay maging maingat upang hindi na mabigo.
Kung tayo ay magkamali’t maniwala sa pangako,
Tayo rin ang magdurusa, kung ‘di dapat ang maupo.
Piliin natin ang punong matalino at may puso;
Na kahi’t sino mang tao’y p’wede siyang makihalo;
Malawak ang pang-unawa’t ang pananaw ay malayo…
Upang maabot ang hangad na bayang may bagong anyo.
Sa kaharian ng ibon, minsan ay nagpulong-pulong
Upang pilii’t ihalal ang magiging panginoon:
Minungkahi si Agila nguni’t maraming tumutol
Dahil siya’y nandaragit ng mumunting mga ibon.
Minungkahi si Buwetre, maraming ‘di sumang-ayon…
Dahil siya ay sa patay nabubuhay sa maghapon.
Minungkahi si Paniki, si Loro at iba roon,
Hindi sila magkaundo, iba-iba ang opinion.
Sa kaiisip kung sino ang nararapat mamuno,
Nagkasundo ang marami na si K’wago ang iupo.
Sabi nila si K’wago raw ay talagang matalino;
Kahi’t gabi at madilim, malinw ang mata nito.
Kaya’t wala ng tumutol – naging Pangulo si K’wago,
At ano mang iutos n’ya’y sinusunod na totoo.
Kahi’t anong gawin niya, ginagayang todo-todo
Ng lahat ng mga ibon na sa kanya ay saludo.
Nguni’t hindi nila alam na pagsapit ng umaga;
‘Pag sumipot ang liwanag, lumalabo na ang mata;
Si Pangulong K’wago nila ay wala ng nakikita;
Ang kilos at gawa niya’y marami ng sumasala.
Nguni’t mga taga-sunod, pilit-matang sumasamba,
Ano mang gawin ni K’wago ay kanilang ginagaya;
Kung si K’wago’y matapilok, tumatapilok din sila,
Kung si K’wago’y matihaya, tumutulad ang bala na.
Sa paglalakad ni K’wago ang lahat ay umusunod;
Kung si K’wago ay mauntog, sila rin ay sumasalpok.
Ng si K’wago ay maligaw sa kabila noong bakod,
Ang iba pang mga ibon ay sumamang nalulugod.
Sa kalyeng ‘di nakikita si K’wago ay napaluhod;
Ang kaniyang tagahanga’y nakigayang walang lungkot.
May isang trak na dumaan, silang lahat ay nasalpol…
Pagsunod sa punong bulag, lahat sila ay natepok.
Gayon din ang pamayanan, tila isang kaharian,
Na may punong pinipili upang sila’y pamunuan.
Sa pagpili ng pinuno, dapat nating kaingatan,
Baka ang ating mapili’y pinunong pang-kadiliman.
Kailangan natin ngayon ay pinunong may pananaw –
Upang sa ating pagsunod ay hindi tayo maligaw.
Ang pinuong naka pikit at sa liwanag ay silaw
Ay wala ring magagawa kahi’t ga’no pa katagal.
Kaya’t ngayon na panahon ng paghalal ng pinuno,
Tayo ay maging maingat upang hindi na mabigo.
Kung tayo ay magkamali’t maniwala sa pangako,
Tayo rin ang magdurusa, kung ‘di dapat ang maupo.
Piliin natin ang punong matalino at may puso;
Na kahi’t sino mang tao’y p’wede siyang makihalo;
Malawak ang pang-unawa’t ang pananaw ay malayo…
Upang maabot ang hangad na bayang may bagong anyo.
Friday, April 9, 2010
MY PERSONAL EASTER
MY PERSONAL EASTER
Holy Week is supposed to be a time for silent meditation, for introspection and self-reflection but the recent Holy Week didn’t turn out to be that way. My eldest and youngest sons together with my eldest grandson came all the way from Australia to commemorate Holy Week with other members of the family who are comfortably based here in the Philippines.
This year was our turn to sponsor the “Pabasa” for the clan’s antique image of San Pedro Apostol. There was a mixture of solemnity and excitement as we happily recalled by-gone days; as we review nostalgic experiences; as we divulged secret maneuvers to outdo one another.
My eldest grandson was a riot. He won’t stop in one place or even in one simple position. He is that active that back in Australia he had to wear helmet to protect his head from injury.
Holy Thursday was my youngest daughter’s birthday and her husband insisted that we all have lunch at Chateu Hestia, a sophisticated garden eating venue. Everyone enjoyed not only the meal but the healthy atmosphere with beautiful shrubs and vines and colorful ornamentals.
The following day, Good Friday, my eldest daughter and her husband again treated us to another lunch. It took us time to look for a place that would allow my granddaughter’s pet to be with us. Antonio’s Grill was accommodating enough though it was a late lunch of very especial recipes. It was a terribly hot day. Tagaytay’s breeze was not enough to help everyone feel comfortable.
After the very long procession of the images in the salvation drama the night turned out to be chilly, just good enough to disturb my respiratory system after a sudden crazy change of temperature.
I ended up coughing severely as always during hot, dusty season. I failed to join the Black Saturday and Easter Sunday celebrations. I performed my religious duties on Television.
Now they are all gone and back to their own homes. It is not easy for me to change mood from exhilaration to solitude. Now the disturbing noises of the campaigning candidates are helping me cope. Never mind the damage to my already weakened hearing.
To add more gloom to my solitude there is rotating brown out every so often driving me mad as I don’t know where to go for the luxury of a simple electric fan. The hammock and the long bamboo seats at my garden are very inviting if not for the hundreds of tiny insects all enjoying a bite at my ‘delicious’ skin,
I was not fooled during the first day of the month but I feel foolish not knowing how to behave properly in solitude with power interruption and deafening noises caused by unconcerned candidates.
Rain, rain where are you? Come now! Soon… we much need you.
Holy Week is supposed to be a time for silent meditation, for introspection and self-reflection but the recent Holy Week didn’t turn out to be that way. My eldest and youngest sons together with my eldest grandson came all the way from Australia to commemorate Holy Week with other members of the family who are comfortably based here in the Philippines.
This year was our turn to sponsor the “Pabasa” for the clan’s antique image of San Pedro Apostol. There was a mixture of solemnity and excitement as we happily recalled by-gone days; as we review nostalgic experiences; as we divulged secret maneuvers to outdo one another.
My eldest grandson was a riot. He won’t stop in one place or even in one simple position. He is that active that back in Australia he had to wear helmet to protect his head from injury.
Holy Thursday was my youngest daughter’s birthday and her husband insisted that we all have lunch at Chateu Hestia, a sophisticated garden eating venue. Everyone enjoyed not only the meal but the healthy atmosphere with beautiful shrubs and vines and colorful ornamentals.
The following day, Good Friday, my eldest daughter and her husband again treated us to another lunch. It took us time to look for a place that would allow my granddaughter’s pet to be with us. Antonio’s Grill was accommodating enough though it was a late lunch of very especial recipes. It was a terribly hot day. Tagaytay’s breeze was not enough to help everyone feel comfortable.
After the very long procession of the images in the salvation drama the night turned out to be chilly, just good enough to disturb my respiratory system after a sudden crazy change of temperature.
I ended up coughing severely as always during hot, dusty season. I failed to join the Black Saturday and Easter Sunday celebrations. I performed my religious duties on Television.
Now they are all gone and back to their own homes. It is not easy for me to change mood from exhilaration to solitude. Now the disturbing noises of the campaigning candidates are helping me cope. Never mind the damage to my already weakened hearing.
To add more gloom to my solitude there is rotating brown out every so often driving me mad as I don’t know where to go for the luxury of a simple electric fan. The hammock and the long bamboo seats at my garden are very inviting if not for the hundreds of tiny insects all enjoying a bite at my ‘delicious’ skin,
I was not fooled during the first day of the month but I feel foolish not knowing how to behave properly in solitude with power interruption and deafening noises caused by unconcerned candidates.
Rain, rain where are you? Come now! Soon… we much need you.
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