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Bi-yu-ti-ti-e-ar-ef-el-way, Butterfly.

Dites sa jundo kong superhate ng mga relihiyoso
dahil nakarehistro daw sa jimpiyerno,
akis na-sight and realized
ang bundara ng pagiging paru-paro.

Lahat ites natanto ng lola mo
nang akis ma-inlab kay Superman
at siyempre kay *****-man.
Mga moralista kuno, silencio muna.

Ang mga verbals ng lola mo
na nagpapajalakpak sa inyo
ay laging jinjatulan
ng unfair nating lipunan.

Ang majujulay kong pekpak
na rumarampa para sa mga jutoko
ay ang aliw na nagpapabongga
sa mga chapters n'yong aura.

Bi-yu-ti-ti-e-ar-ef-el-way, Butterfly...
An experimental poetry on Filipino gay language, this poem was first published in the literary folio of University of Makati in 2005. Note the swift and dynamic shift of gay lingo words compared to the present so-called "vocabularies of gay people," throwing back eight years ago. This poem won the hearts of young gays in our University, enough to elect me to the governing presidium of the student government for two consecutive terms. More power to gay communities!

Makati City, Philippines
2005
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
shaqila
A zero on its own may hold no value
But add a zero to 10 and behold you get a 100
And the value of zero seems to increase exponentially
Just think in terms of 100,000, add a zero and walla! it's 1,000,000

So, it gives rise to the question
What is really the value of zero
Does Zero mean nothing?
Or does it depend on how you place it?

What if a manager said, 'the production showed zero growth rate'
Would the management shout in glee or consider firing?
Is it silly to think zero is valueless when logically
adding zero at the end of any number only makes it more by tens?

Yes, I'm certifiably crazy but that is not the point!
The point is life is full of paradoxes
So why is that we adamantly stick to one theory of belief
When any number of theories could be true or not
like birth and death and yes of course 'God'!
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
shaqila
To the ground, to the ground, the country must fall,
If it is to rise again, free from leeches, mosquitoes, et. al.

Murderers walk free
Gangsters parade their ware
A country controlled by thieves petty
Citizens governed lack of care

A dozen missions have now been declared
To the moon, to space, there and back
Petty thieves calling themselves politicians
Will be forever doomed, karma bites back

Poet laureates hauled to prison
Patriotism is questioned
If petty thieves continue ruling
Why wouldn’t learned souls rise to action?

Hope is nowhere in sight
Dissension and strife are forthcoming
Divide and conquer, it worked really well
First the British and now the national front

To the ground, to the ground, the country must fall,
If it is to rise again, free from leeches, mosquitoes, et. al.
(Me hopes not, but it seems inevitable)
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
shaqila
Who am I to want more
than you can give?
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
Traveler
Washed up on the shores of life
His sorrows just begun
He lost his life and family
While wallowing in the ****…

Too late now the dog you beat
He’s tasted blood before
Lust stabs deep the hungry beast
Rots his very core…

No rest for the wicked
And the millstone ceased to grind
Tear the poor sap open
And there’s no telling what you’ll find…

Blinded now Oh Jezebel
She wonders why you weep
Taking aim to avenge
The heartaches that she seeks…

Denial won’t hide the feelings inside
For the victims that you’ve slain
Therefore he’s become the whipping boy
And she’s become deranged…
WHAT?
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
Traveler
Taunted by unseen forces
I am powerless to extremes
Why shall I be forsaken
In my lucid lover’s dream?

In cognitive slumber
I live a life of grief
I play the easy plunder
And await my special thief...

I see our world
Through enlightened eyes
I know my heart is not divine
The paths of love
Tear through the mind...

Chasing her, I dread the voice
That wakes me when I tire
Beckoning me to pace myself
And seek unknown desires...

The trespasses of one’s heart
Are far beyond the soul
Thus ‘tis the larger part
That I may never know
I believe that there's something to believe in...
R Po TT 07 2019
With all his World pulling him back,still
He left for the other side one fine morning,
He was a traveler and that's the best he could be.

With hunger and thirst ruling all the way
he did not give up to seek something that
can fill his emptiness that he felt being in
the middle of everyone with everything.

With wandering eyes he saw the world like
a baby bird first opened it's eyes getting surprised
at every steps he took,everywhere he went.

But one day while wandering here and there
he met a beautiful girl somewhere at the corner
of the earth and immediately fell for her charming beauty,
her mesmerizing lips,her integrity and grasp over making
dull things into attracting events.

He spoke out his heart to her and started to get
closer and closer and he was reciprocated likewise.
Even she got drawn to him hearing his mind blowing
Stories of traveling the world alone.

Every thing was so perfect,but here comes the traveler
into act and defeats the lover and said to himself-
"Oh dear lover,I have still got to see so much world
around ,dont stuck to her.lets leave,thats how you started
from and thats what you are,make yourself free and
make the journey to the unseen,you can not stay with her"  

With every possible love existing inside him,he
Chooses to go.He knew this could be his lifetime
spending with this lady but he has to leave now.
But the unseen world keeps more joy for him
than to sink into this never ending beauty, and finally
he decides to go.

I dont know whether they met again or not.
but I say when and how can a true lover
and an honest traveler co exist?
Inspired by a true story...
Moments melting Blue in the canvas of silence,
This serene splash of loneliness,I save it in my heart.
The Blue wing of my imagination is getting deeper
And I feel I am being followed from the ancient time.

Then I stoop to myself to find out who is it
And all I hear is me and only me from long back.
Now I believe  in my existence,these moments
with all it's silence told me so many things.

All it craved was some words from me,
Here I try to give some to it,can you see?
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
Àŧùl
I wonder how we will stay,
When we are close together,
Away from the social bounds.

I can't presume us to be good,
When we are close together,
Away behind that wood.

I only foresee them say,
When we are close together,
Away from all societal shames.

I foresee too that someone asks,
When we are close together,
Away from social masks.

I assure you we will be,
When we are close together,
Away from the worldly boundaries.

I don't claim anything baseless,
When we are close together,
Away almost shameless.

I share dignity with you,
When we are close together,
Away in such peace just me & you.
My first Wave-shape poem!

My HP Poem #425
©Atul Kaushal
 Sep 2013 Marieta Maglas
Àŧùl
Yea!
I'm not in love,
It's just this feeling I'm getting.

Yea!
She's not in love,
It's just that feeling she's getting.

Yea!
We're not in love,
It's just love has found its abode in us.
My HP Poem #428
©Atul Kaushal
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