Mga Babae (The Girls)

Mga sandal, bag, manicure, pedicure, mga laki.

Mao ra ba gyud kini ang ka busyhan sa mga bayi prmi?

Manglibak, magtsmis gkan buntag hng2d gabii!

Hala, kining mga babaye, wla gyud pul-i!

Apan, mao ba gayud ang sukdanan?

Sa imung pagkababae…cguro, dli mn.

Aw, wala lang, kining babae luyu sa screen,

Nagpaminaw sa gibati ug nagpaabot

Sa sakit nga sobra pa sa binhud,

Mawagtang, mahanaw arun dli nasab magtukaw

Sa pagpaabut sa sakit nga unta mulakaw.

(A random piece)

This is a Visayan poem.
This poem talks about girls who loves gossiping and doing all those mundane and trivial stuff like manis, pedis and boys almost all day everyday, from night til day. Yet they somehow want to do those anyway. However, this also says that the latter things mentioned is not the way we measure a girl.This poem was made out of annoyance of the physical pain that keeps you up all night (i.e. all girls have been experiencing) and when will it disappear eventually.

ARE YOU THERE?

Are you there?

If you are, can you dare?

To sweep me off my feet

With the irregular hearbeat

I can’t manage to bear.

Are you there?

If you are, then get past the scurry

And to me, please be hurry.

For every time you delay,

My heart shrinks like a fay.

Are you sure you’re there?

If you really are, then don’t tear

My already withered pear

For I’m still hopeful for my pair.

Please be sure that you’re there.

My unpredictable sun,

To clear away my wroths

And fill it with innocuous fun.

Lord, be sure to bring him here

In my vessel so mere

Yet full of incognito treasures

That only you — whoever you are — can truly measure.

THE FRIENDSHIP AND THE OTHER --SHIP

You think you’re so high & mighty?
That you could even understand me?

Have you even tried surfing my soul?

Before concluding that you understand my sore?

I don’t even comprehend

These thousand bruises I can’t mend.

Why do you torture my soul?

This soul inside a bowl.

Can’t you see?

It’s hurting me!

Please don’t be like that

It scares me enough.

All I need is temporary escapes

From the two suns’ capes—

Of friendship and the other —ship.

Give me time to suppress

The —ship that’s inept.

After all, you are the very first one to dress

The word SUPPRESS in kept.

But do not be alarmed, dear.

For our friendship is very dear

That even I can’t dare to bind.

And so I’ll be back very kind

after separating the friendship

from the other —ship.