Sunday, October 10, 2010


O! I can’t simply sleep
In the scent of the midnight deep
On the time of the early dawn
My eyes open as the lion’s moan.

O! I can’t simply sleep
When it is simple and too cheap
Were all poor and rich can fairly get
But I can’t even glimpse more so met

O! I can’t simply sleep
If my bed is warm and silent beep
These thoughts injects caffeine strength
May keep me awake for three nights a length.

Is it a cunning disease
Or sleep fairy’s tease
I tried counting thousand herds of sheep
But O! I can’t simply sleep.

Looking at our olden Britannica
It seems that I have insomnia!

*April 25, 2002 Thursday; written out of desperate sleeplessness and unreleased thoughts to the Great Void.

At the Sea

We sail the world
Like flocked birds migrating
Yet we’re all alone,
In solitude,
In that silence,
Sometimes afraid,
Too often troubled,
Enflamed by love,
Satisfied by beauty
We travel seas apart
Miles away
Only to find home
Is where we are
In our naked selves.
Yes anchors are up
Our rudders turning
Winds…our breath blowing
Often we hurry
Then at times lazy
We cram and procrastinate
rushing and tumbling.
We time our actions
Our deeds rehearsed
But plans are maps
Written lands and waters
however life at sea
Are lived
all but a day.
We sure do sail
All over
Even under
Above the clouds
And to the wonders
Praying at storms
Cease and abate.
At triumphs
Bottles are raised
Toasting to the God,
Who created the waves
Thanking the heart
That beats
And the love
that made them be.

Sailors are sons
Of the great Poseidon
But pirates,
They are warriors
Of this vaster blue.
Whichever flag
tied on the mast
We all sail
With our reason paddling
For dreams we row
Our lives as boats
At the sea.


Saturday, September 25, 2010

Your Beauty did to me

Like a child running to the rain
Or the first time he ever rode a train.
The sweet dance that is unforgotten
And the moment I ever drawn with pen.
Maybe it sounds like my staged infancy,
But this is what your beauty did to me.

Maybe it’s like a seshuan rice in the evening
Topped with steamed prawn dumpling
It could be the secret adobo of Lola
Or her special palabok with extra tinapa.
It might seem to be I’m hungry,
But this is what your beauty did to me.

Then it could be the golden sunset view
And the walk at calm ocean blue.
Perhaps a trek at the olden verdant trails
Or simply watching sky and clouds sail.
A marvel of the world’s tranquility,
This is what your beauty did to me.

A silence that hushed my noise
A light that gave me poise
The hopes of morrows bring
And the comfort of the angel’s wing.
It reads a senseless flattery,
But truly this is what your beauty did to me.

*September 15, 2010

Eros’ Decree

Claim my dear my heart!
Accept this love of mine.
You my phantom of cheer
Created my feelings and all that is to fear.
You lit my soul in this gloom-filled days
Laud my emotions
Through the crowd of this restless place.
Veracity will not pass again like this.
To you I evoke my life to suffer and to cease.
None is nigh for this love inside.
Yet there is you from now ‘til heavens beside.
The anguish by solitude delivered my body my mind to frail.
O cohere with me on this lonely tale.
Eternally you would be wooed.
faithful until the mountains relieves it’s stood.
No obstacle to reach the velvet sky.
O’er my love is strong and does not die.
The longing for your heart and through its shadow
I come to profess to let me be to peace
the thousand cheers and maybe of sorrow
All from the heavens, a little Eros inside flaming bliss.

*a poem of February 5, 2002. A poem given to someone and returned.

Seven-Day Starting

White fertile morrows
Strengthened by veering jade
Lamented in an unending sorrow
That’s what my will been made
Constant cheering of the heart
Widened brought my part.
So comes my futures door,
A week counting more.
All will face the sonnet change
Places, peers be arrange.
Love may knock unto my soul
The passion unknown recall.
Still searching inside, before come beguiles
About what I am in misery’s smiles
Or joy’s tearful ride.
Step to form a wealthy trade
Or fall to the abysmal blade.
After Sunday passes, come be the day.
A balance by the morning way.
Meditating closely on the dunes of heaven
So to know the jovial songs I hum
And for the verity of what I want to become.
This will all see light after the waiting of seven.

*written on June 2, 2002 upon stepping into the gates of university life

Of Longing and Missing

Your picture flashes again,
Not even a question when
I find it lovely as it appear
As it is your consoling cheer
All day I wonder where you are
But God! I hope not too far!

I flew and unto beyond
Only to wake…dreaming a fond.
Yet I visited a land of flowers,
Of roses, tulips, and those from the ethers.
A dozen red I held be given
But even a million wouldn’t suffice even.

Walking on the line of passer-by
Holding your hands may have a try.
And maybe to dine under the starry night,
the portrait of vespers and candle light.
An olden film after…‘til morning coffee brew
O! Wait I’m thinking but a much…
I must be really missing you.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Tagong Himno

Ang ilaw sa tanaw ay di-napaparam
Huwag ka lang magpaalam.
Sa pagiisa ika’y binuong sigla
Wika sa piping lumbay tila.
Luhod sa araw ng kalayuan
kulang na di-mapunan.
Lawing na walang pakpak,
Ngunit sapa’t ika’y hanging hawak.
Lipad sa kahinaang abo
ang tinig na taglay at amo.
Tugon sa liman-libong anino
na nagmula sa isang tao.
Halika balik sa piling
ito ang walang hanggang daing.
Subalit ang dila pinako.
Ang puso pilit sinako.
Agam sa walang kasiguruhan
Ang pagtigil ng tubig ng buwan.
Ngayo’y wasto sa angulo
mistulang tunay na bato.
Hiyaw na ‘sing tamis ng awit
Laman din ang ‘di madinig na pait.
Lasa na ayaw tikman
dahil baka tunay na matauhan,
na ang kapalaran ay di-gagalaw
sa takot na ayaw pakalaw.
Isang tunay na saliw.
Isang himig na ayaw.
Pigil na tibok sa takot,
isang bukas na ikapupoot.

*a poem of July 3, 2006

Everyday a Sunday

Everyday seems like a Sunday.
Seven-twenty-four-hour clock.
The relaxing earl mayer grey.
Then walk to someone from the block.
The food served in platter hot.
Worry free minutes awake,
and every snooze I make on spot.
Plus a few vision painting make.
All is free to be and be
that is a pronounced bumming decree.

All I wanted is a little space.
So all the more for a starry gaze.
After a lengthen day rest
one finds surprised to be robbed
by the quick fading face green;
money’s ever changing test.
All I want is some long night sleep.
Yet now I sleep pass the fare of a jeep.
I wished before for a week-long play
Turns out, everyday is now a Sunday.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

As I Near a Training

We walk our walk
With every minute of self-talk.
A routine circling day
Holding dreams at bay.
Living at a give-and-take
Counting hours to spend in wake.
Morning embrace with coffee cup
Then on and on in that city of a crap.

Though I may buy and point
Like my job materially annoint.
But on the days that pass
I knew a hollow space amass.
When naught a smile beats a heart
And your body, mind apart
All the place lose its color
Even scrapers flat to no more.

When your feet seems to drag
Like dogs’ tail can’t wag
My throat even can’t utter
Until I force it to mutter
Selling a cause I don’t even care
I look above in a weeping stare.
O! How far should I lie?
Is job enough to get me by?

copyright ryanrañeses Aug-27-2010

On Thinking of Morrows and Yesterday

Time is wilting…then anew.
Another clock to waste
a second no clue.
Place where no one predicted.
Hall of scholars shed.
If naught the pictures save
My mind simply to slave
It’d be telling story ether
Again twice the troubles,
The blithe and adieu!

ryanrañeses 06/07/02

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Ang Simulain

Alitaptap at Alipato

Isang mailap na ningning sa puwang ng dilim,
nila'y sa gabi ay napupukaw ng abang ilaw.
Mistulang piraso ng talang magalaw
sa luntiang pansin ang paglipad sa ulap.
maski sa itim na babalot sa hapong pula
kubling romantica kinulay yaong mula.
sasamang ligaw mula sa digma o laro
ito ang alitaptap paliko o deretso gabay san man dako.

Isang nagsasayaw na ningas mula sa apoy
munti pero dula'y sadyang masilay.
Sa bugkos ng init ang kanyang mulang buhay
batid sa luntiang saglit ng malay.
Isang layon ang idadaloy sa sadyang mata
ang pagtungo sa langit at kung san isinta.
Mawawala sa ligid ngunit ang layon saliw sa tono
ito ang alipato sa sunog o sulo sasaklaw sa buong koro.

Mistulang natatangi ang dalawa,
ordinaryo ngunit pinintang hinga sa aking tanto
gunita tila andito at naglalaro.
Sa gabing yaong nilamon ng sampung-libong anino
Maging sa araw na ang liwanang ay abono.
Buhay sadya, sukat sa biglang malay
ang alitaptap ang tanglaw, buhay at akbay.
Dama sa abang yugtong maligno't santo
ang buhay kong puno ng kwento.

Pangarap at kalungkutan ang baluti ng lakbayin,
ngiti at kabiguang markang tao,
minsang galit at tibok ng pag-ibig
ang ilang kulay ng apoy sa aking himig.
Mula sa tao ang buhay ng alipato
ang mismong pluma na susulat sa ulap at bato.
Bagamat saglit ang ningas ng sipi
ang paglaho ay iba sa bula ng saing
ngunit yaong tutunaw o huhubog sa ating mithi.

Sumulong maging sa pag-abo.
Humayo maging sa pagupod ng kalyo.
Kulayan ang wari uling na pinta.
Magdiwang maging sa piling ng dusa.
Akapin ang ngayon sa tipang kita.
Ang hinga ng buhay mula sa kuna.
Hiling makita ang alitaptap at alipato
marahil sa salamin...andito at ako.

-benjamin ryan rañeses, III