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Dating is a fallacy; just as much as the concept of ‘love’ is. -Me

I have never been in an intimate relationship with anyone, NBSB, is what they call it. No Boyfriend Since Birth. But I have had my own share of heartbreaks and dumb moments. Sigh. The things we do for love. Over time, I realized that maybe that quote… how every relationship ends? FriEND. BoyfriEND. GirlfriEND. Best friEND. And how even ‘lover’ has OVER in it is true. I am no cynic, mind you. I am unlike the character Daniel Radcliffe played in What If. I am a hopeless romantic. A realist…But a hopeless romantic nonetheless. April is National Poetry Month and I have been reading up on poems even more than I usually do. I usually prefer reading freeform and sonnets but anything well-written is fine by me, really. An absolute favorite will have to be a poem of E.E. Cummings.

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“l(a” by E.E. Cummings

This poem is … to quote from a friend, dense with meaning. And he is right. The mark of a great poem or any work of art (for me) is not in how little or how many words are said but in how it makes its audience feel. Very much like how a painting or a photograph says a thousand words, a poem does so too.

Spoken word poetry holds a special place in my heart. I grew up reading poems on paper and when I was introduced to this new way of presenting the art form, I was hooked. The voices of the poet, the feel of being in the moment, hearing the crowd’s immediate reaction, is not even enough to describe the awesome experience. Poetry jams rarely happen in my city so when they do, I always try my best to attend every single one. A collection of spoken word poems are in my phone’s playlist for times when I feel like listening; imagining an alternate universe where I have taken a stab at relationships. And Phil Kaye’s Camaro is how I imagine my first heartbreak would have been like.

Love, poetry, passion, beauty, romance…these are what we stay alive for. And so to love, whenever he wishes to come by, I say this:

If I do find you… and you leave, one poem will be on repeat.

Love’s a verb. Love is many things. Love is a story quicker than the blink of an eye. And until it comes (or even when it does), I’ll be listening to poems on repeat for the rest of my life.

 

Song a Day Challenge Day 4: My Morena Girl

In our church, our priest is Polish. He has lived in Cagayan de Oro City, my city, for years now and is very fluent in Bisaya, my native language. It is always a funny feeling when I get to bring friends to mass and share to them how our priest is a foreigner but when he delivers the homily, he speaks in the native tongue. The shock in their faces is priceless for me. Personally speaking, for a Filipino, Bisaya is not that hard to understand and learn but for foreigners, getting rid of the accent may be a bit hard so I am always amazed by the very few people I know who master it and can still keep their foreign accent.

I do not know the struggles of knowing a different language after the formative years of childhood but I am always amazed if I get to meet tourists or anyone not from my area who can freely converse with me in my native tongue. And so…in the spirit of amazement (LoL). Here is a love song written in Bisaya, for Bisayas all over the world, by a Bisaya, and yet sang by Bisaya-speaking Americans.

Original lyrics and translation below:

Original Lyrics

Hey Inday,
tagda sad ko gamay
Basin wa lang ka kabantay ba
Pirte nakong igoa

Sa imong pagkapayter
Molaag ka’s Colon
Memorize pa gyud ang tanang lyrics
Sa Missing Filemon…
Mao ning akong kanta
Paparaparapara’s imoha
I’d go and travel halfway round the world
For my morena girl
Mao ning akong awit
Dididipapipiri
Motoo ko’g forever
‘Coz I have someone just like her
My morena girl
My morena, my morena girl
My morena…

I know, di ko original bisdak
But whenever you say “Hey Joe”
I feel like saying “Nahigugma kow nimow”
Mamuwa ang akong aping
Whenever my blue eyes see you
Moskip og beat ang kasingkasing
Wishing you could love me, too…

Mao ning akong kanta
Paparaparapara’s imoha
I’d go and travel halfway round the world
For my morena girl
Mao ning akong awit
Didididididi papipiri
Motoo ko’g forever
‘Coz I have someone just like her…

Ay ay ay kay in love man ko’g Bisaya
Sulngon ko’ng traffic sa Manduae
Aron lang magkita ta
Mag-abot ta sa Fuente
Mag-ginabot man o mag-tuslob buwa
Agdon tika…

Mao ning akong kanta
Paparaparapara’s imoha
I’d go and travel halfway round the world
For my morena girl
Mao ning akong awit
Didididididi papipiri
Motoo ko’g forever
‘Coz I have someone just like her
Way sama in the world
Yes, I’m so lucky I got her
My morena girl
My morena, my morena girl
My morena, oooh my morena girl
My morena, my morena girl
My morena, I love my morena girl.

Translation in English

Hey Girl, mind me just lil bit
Maybe you just didn’t notice
You really hit me
For being such a tough girl
You went to Colon
You even memorized every lyric to Missing Filemon

This is my song
Foforforforforforfor you
I’d go and travel
Halfway round the world
For my morena girl
This is my song
Didididididi papiri
I believe in forever
‘Coz I have someone
Just like her
My morena girl
My morena, my morena girl
My morena…

I know, I’m not an original visayan
But whenever you say “Hey Joe”
I feel like saying
“I am in love with you”
My cheeks turned red
Whenever my blue eyes see you
My heart skips a beat
Wishing you could love me too…

This is my song
Foforforforforforfor you
I’d go and travel
Halfway round the world
For my morena girl
This is my song
Didididididi papiri
I believe in forever
‘Coz I have someone
Just like her…

Oh oh oh
I am in love with a Bisaya
I will face the traffic in Mindanao
Just so we will meet
We will meet in Fuente
Even if we met or not
I’ll wait for you

This is my song
Foforforforforforfor you
I’d go and travel
Halfway round the world
For my morena girl
This is my song
Didididididi papiri
I believe in forever
‘Coz I have someone
Just like her
Like nothing in the world
Yes, I’m so lucky I got her
My morena girl
My morena, my morena girl
My morena, oooh my morena girl
My morena, my morena girl
My morena, I love my morena girl.

Good morning everyone! Or…you know, good afternoon? Good night?

Day 286: The Man and the Spoken Verse; ‘Fry’

For poets; their audience… And those who understand that art is supposed to make you feel.

I write, I bleed.
You see the wounds,
And bleed with me.

I write, I laugh.
You hear the joy,
And rejoice with me.

Happiness at its best
Or happiness at its worst,
Life is my poem…
And words are my medium.

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I’ll be honest with you.

I have a very complicated love/hate relationship with spoken word poetry.

In the sense that I love really good spoken word.

And that I absolutely hateloathedespise really bad spoken word.

And unfortunately, the vast majority of current spoken word is really really bad. So I hate more, and nowadays, hate by default.

BUT…there are a few glimpses of hope. Some rays of sunshine. Some good examples that, I don’t know if it’s because of the muck that they are surrounded with or the true merit of their extraordinary talents, really do blow my mind.

When I was first introduced to spoken word I was just in awe of the emotion and animation that spoken word poets brought to a normally quiet and subdued art. Poetry was something you wrote and read in your mind, or in hushed tones, or in quiet…

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