Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

ik’s triumphant poem

Hallo! I made a *rather* nice poem. LOL.

Sender: aaIk  Received: 02:31:35pm

That’s nice! Email it to me, pls tnx

To: aaIk  Sent: 02:32:07pm

Ookie! I shall email triumphantly!

Sender: aaIk  Received: 02:37:28pm

I look forward to your triumphant email! I luv u!

To: aaIk  Sent: 02:38:52pm

Sent, it is! :D

Sender: aaIk  Received: 02:54:45pm

ze poem ~ (via email)

To Fly

How I wish I could fly -
But I wonder where?
Well, as long as I could,
I would go anywhere!

Maybe to the beach,
Even to the mall.
Anywhere, as long as I
Don’t fall!

But what if one day, Mama came
And I was nowhere to be found?
She would be so worried, so I know
It would be best to stay on ground.

© 2008 Erika Alcasid

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the poetry of joel h. vega

How mysterious is friendship, and the bonds that tie people together across years and distances. When I was in fifth or sixth grade in a Protestant school in Pasay City, one of the people I admired and looked up to was a senior named Joel H. Vega. We lent each other books, and talked about literature and how words could be  powerful enough to move us in ways others could not understand, or even care to learn.

Joel graduated, and I saw him only once after that. He visited our school about a year or two after he had left, to tell me that he had entered the University of the Philippines in Los Baños and was taking Journalism. He encouraged me to develop my writing skills and take Journalism too.

When I became a senior myself and had to decide on my college course, I was confused. My other classmates were going for Nursing, Biology, Dentistry, and the other life sciences. This was the career path encouraged by our school. Not being particularly altruistic nor desirous of encountering blood and other body fluids on a daily basis, I remembered Joel’s words, and so I ended up also in UP, in the Communication (Journalism) program, where I spent four happy years.

Now I make my living from writing. And my choice of career path, I owe to Joel H. Vega, and a chance remark on his part, perhaps forgotten soon as it was said, but with a profound and significant influence on my life.

After 24 or 25 years, we are in touch again, through the Internet. Joel is in the Netherlands, working as a medical journalist, and before that in other countries, always as a writer. Always as a writer.

His life is filled with words and music and art and travel and culture and I am so happy for him.

One thing that made me even happier – and proud – was when I learned that he is a published writer and poet. His poetry has been anthologized many times in Philippine and US literary journals, and he also wrote a collection of essays - Dir’iyah – about life as an expat in the Middle East.

Here’s one of his most popular poems -

The Fifth & Careful Season

Beyond October, before the lure
Of orange, the swarm flies across
Nevada’s skies.

Listen, the talebearer says,
Listen as they drag the weight
Of distances from as far as Peru
And Cebu.

Head, thorax, abdomen,
Two antennae, six legs.
Lepidoptera. Scaly wings
Open (inhale) close (exhale)
The dusty breath
Of mute birds.

What is an army of itinerant moths?
A catapulted piece of the moon,
Flung to earth from the Sea of Tranquility.

But ours is a season of agitation
When guns in an arid land
Hound orphans, their pain looming,
Bigger than a mountain.

Tonight, the moths seek shelter
In mossy ribs of fallen logs,
Their wings encoding
Secret trajectories of storms.
What we hear though is neither
Typhoon nor hurricane

But the solid rain
Of ricocheting bullets
Hissing in the dark.

Joel H. Vega
Copyright © 2004

About this piece, Joel says: “I am particularly delighted with the poem published by DMQreview (The Fifth and Careful Season), because I somehow hit a sensitive nerve with that poem. Besides, the images, words, rhythm, etc, just all came together…. Poems like that doesn’t come to me often. It can be my most successful poem to date as it has been re-printed thrice, and with that poem I bagged the Meritage Press ( a small Filipino-owned lit press in California ) annual poetry ‘fun’ contest in 2005.”

I look forward to reading all of Joel’s poems in one volume – whether published in the Philippines or abroad, as long as copies are available in this country – so that this wandering poet’s works may be read and appreciated in the land of his birth.

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monkey-bots produce bot-poetry.

Automated blogs are created using software that will “allow you to put various blogs that have been already written by someone else” on your website or blog, according to a website that offers such services.

Autoblogs are the scourge of bloggers everywhere, as they steal content from other people to put on their own sites. “Keyword-rich” content is plagiarized in order to increase traffic to their sites.

Legitimate bloghosts such as WordPress have declared war on autoblogs, and suspend such accounts when they come across them.

Here’s a sample from an autoblog – misspellings and lack of punctuation as-is - that popped up on my WordPress “Tag Surfer” page:

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It doesn’t make sense, right? It’s as if several posts were integrated into one blog entry, with some random words or phrases sprinkled here and there. It brings to mind the “million monkeys typing on a million computers for a million years” thing.

Sorry, I couldn’t find a cheerful monkey robot image to P’Shop. Original image here.

Curiously, some of the words are rather interesting – “effluxion”, “prolegomenon”, “rancidity”, “izzard”. Some phrases are downright brilliant – “our stress, our dolor, and our discomfort”; “idealistic blues”; “Tweedledum and Tweedledee regime we prosecute”; “we carry exotic tribulations”.

There you have it – robotic poetry. And it didn’t take a million years to produce.

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rod mckuen: looking for a friend

Shared with me in 1989 by sportswriter Joel Atencio.

looking for a friend


if one thousand men

walking through this world

room to room to room

then home again

ask the favor of your friendship

know that i am one

within the thousand.

if one hundred men

making do within this world

in city places or the kindest country

fall down fighting for your friendship

know that i am on the battlefield

amid the hundred.

if twenty men

who know and knew this world

from crested hills to uncrowned valley

send letters breathing friendship

expect my letter soon

among the twenty.

Photo taken in Los Angeles, 11 July 2009.

if one man living in this too-grey world

running crooked paths or pacing pavements

comes in need of friendship

be not amazed or disbelieve,

i am that one man.

if no one comes to you

carrying a new world in his arms

or at his back in a rolling wagon

offering to you out of friendship

know that I have been detained

but even now am on my way

still no one comes to you

within this world

when two dozen years or half of that has passed

come and seek me out

for i’ll be lifeless in a grave and gone.

perhaps you were hiding

or concerned with other things

but know that while I lived

i went on looking.

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