tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31810619454716624222011-04-21T14:21:00.372-07:00Online folder of my published poems in English and CebuanoRaul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-57957731542582949382009-05-20T03:03:00.000-07:002009-05-20T03:04:09.910-07:00Bisan naglagom apan hait<br />daw lansang ang bangkil sa anaconda<br />nga naglubog sa iyang dughan<br />Nagnganga andam motukob<br />sa mga tudlong mangahas pagkuhit<br />sa iyang panit. Matag buntag magtindog<br />siya sa tunga sa dalan. Way sapot.<br />Gituyo aron makit-an ang anaconda<br />nga kalisangan. Magkurog ang mga tawong<br />molabay kaniya. Labi na ang mga drayber<br />sa de pasaherong jeep nga obligadong<br />mopahagtok og sensilyo ngadto sa lata<br />nga iyang gihuptan. Sama siya kaabtik<br />sa kilat. Kusgan sama ni Samson. Ug<br />way gikahadlokan. Apan karong buntaga,<br />human mitipon ngadto sa mga panid<br />sa kasaysayan ang kapitoan ka berano,<br />daw sa itlog siya napus-an. Nahilis<br />ang bus-ok niyang mga braso. Natunaw<br />nahimong yatyat nga panit. Ug<br />ang anaconda wala maulaw pagpakita<br />sa iyang gidangatan: Nga siya karon<br />usa na ka wati nga nasaag sa iyang kalibotan.<br /><br /><em>(Published in Bisaya Magazine, May 13, 2009 issue. Page 48)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-5795773154258294938?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-29085097021519210552009-03-09T14:12:00.000-07:002009-03-09T14:13:33.557-07:00I cast safety over the quadrangle. And<br />flash away light to assist watchmen<br />in crippling inmates from going out.<br /><br />I scan every nook and cranny, sweep<br />the horizon to extinguish the dark<br />that solicits blueprint for an escape.<br /><br />Every night, I elongate my leg.<br />But I cannot stretch it far enough.<br />I have not kicked a barbwire yet.<br /><br /><em>[Published in Panorama, August 28, 2005] </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-2908509702151921055?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-33378047625431781562009-01-23T17:23:00.000-08:002009-01-23T17:26:13.287-08:00Being done without anesthesia<br />and having experienced it myself,<br />I can tell you how painful it is.<br /><br />But I will not dissuade you<br />to undergo such ritual,<br />the boys' only right<br /><br />rite of passage to manhood.<br />It's once in a lifetime, after all.<br />As you brave the scalpel<br /><br />of <em>Tiyo Pisyong,</em> gleaming<br />radiantly in all its sharpness,<br />tell him to do with precision<br /><br />his spitting of chewed guava leaves<br />unto the wound. Then take Vita-K.<br />It will help halt the oozing of blood.<br /><br />So you can move with ease,<br />wear my loose t-shirts<br />until the laceration is healed.<br /><br />Ask your Mama to dress it<br />with <em>agua oxigenada </em>every morning.<br />And be careful not to step on<br /><br />or pass over chicken dung<br />so it will not swell red<br />like overripe tomatoes.<br /><br /><em>(Appeared in Home Life, October 2005, Page 28)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-3337804762543178156?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-22934922781050420402009-01-23T17:21:00.000-08:002009-01-23T17:23:18.204-08:00I cast safety over the quadrangle. And<br />flash away light to assist watchmen<br />in crippling inmates from going out.<br /><br />I scan every nook and cranny, sweep<br />the horizon to extinguish the dark<br />that solicits blueprint for an escape.<br /><br />Every night, I elongate my leg.<br />But I cannot stretch it far enough.<br />I have not kicked a barbwire yet.<br /><br /><em>(Appeared in Philippine Panorama, August 28, 2005, Page 19)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-2293492278105042040?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-62794309869180236082009-01-20T22:50:00.000-08:002009-01-20T22:51:05.707-08:00Nagngisi ang tigre sa iyang bukton<br />Namintana ning sayong kabuntagon<br />Mikagot ang mga tango ug ngipon<br /><br />Magtindog siya sa daplin sa kanto<br />Gikan buntag hangtod kilomkilom<br />Nagngisi ang tigre sa iyang bukton<br /><br />Siya mangilkil sa mga PUJ driver<br />Kaniya moitsa silag kwarta samtang<br />Mikagot ang mga tango ug ngipon<br /><br />Wa siyay hunong sa pagsigarilyo<br />Ang pikas kamot nagsapnay ni Kulafu<br />Nagngisi ang tigre sa iyang bukton<br /><br />Mahanaw unta ang tigre nga nagngisi<br />Pangaliya sa iyang asawa samtang<br />Mikagot ang mga tango ug ngipon<br /><br />Ipalit nyag T5 mga sensilyong natigom<br />Mag-inom taman mosihag ang kabugason.<br />Nagngisi ang tigre sa iyang bukton<br />Mikagot ang mga tango ug ngipon<br /><br /><em>[Napatik sa Bituon, A Literary Folio of Xavier University-Ateneo de Cagayan. Volume 1, 2008. Pahina 15]<br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-6279430986918023608?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-74228326884734542422009-01-20T22:42:00.000-08:002009-01-21T17:23:44.753-08:00Naglugitom ang bagang dag-om sa kasadpan<br />Nagyatyat daw nagbudlot nga tiyan<br />Nahadlok mitago ang langgam kanaway<br />Aron makalikay sa pagbuhagay<br /><br />Giandam ko ang karton sa Fortune<br />Ako kining pagaguntingon<br />Isungsong sa mga buslot sa atop<br />Aron ang mga lusok sa ulan di makatuhop<br /><br />Di malalis ang kinabuhi dinhi sa kalibotan<br />Sa bagang mga dag-om giliyokan<br />Gihulga sa matag karon ug unya<br />Apan king dughan way kalisang o kabalaka<br /><br />Kay human mopabuhagay sa ulan ang dag-om<br />Molutaw ang tam-is kong pahiyom<br />Iya man ugod idason sa pagpasihag<br />Ang bidlisiw sa bulawanong kahayag<br /><br /><em><br />(Kining balaka maoy nakadaog sa Unang Ganti sa Tigi sa Sinulatay og Ginaray nga Balak nga way pangandam [on the spot writing contest] atol sa ika-12 nga Kombensiyon sa Bathalad-Mindanao, Nobiyembre 29-30, 2008 didto sa dakbayan sa Iligan. Mga maghuhukom: Marcelo Geocallo, tsirman; Atty. Ver Quimco ug Prof. Amy Catarata-Bojo, mga sakop). Napatik isip Balak sa Semana, Bisaya, Enero 28, 2009. Pahina 48</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-7422832688473454242?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-39192590558975242082009-01-20T22:36:00.000-08:002009-01-20T22:37:24.771-08:00Bisan naglagom, talinishait gihapon<br />daw lansang ang bangkil sa anaconda<br />nga naglubog sa iyang dughan.<br />Nagnganga, andam syang motukob<br />sa mga tudlong mangahas pagkuhit<br />sa iyang panit. Matag buntag, magtindog<br />siya sa tunga sa dalan. Way sapot.<br />Gituyo aron makit-an ang anaconda<br />sa katawhan. Magkurog ang mga tawong<br />mosaylo kaniya. Labi na ang mga drayber<br />sa de pasaherong jeep nga obligadong<br />mopahagtok og sensilyo ngadto sa lata<br />nga iyang gihuptan. Ayog makatilaw<br />og bun-og! Sama siya kaabtik sa kilat. Kusgan<br />sama ni Samson. Ug way gikahadlokan.<br />Apan karong buntaga, human mitipon<br />ngadto sa mga panid sa kasaysayan ang kapitoan<br />ka berano, daw sa itlog siya napus-an.<br />Nahilis ang bus-ok niyang mga braso.<br />Natunaw, nahimong yatyat nga panit.<br />Ug ang anaconda wa maulaw pagpakita<br />sa iyang gidangatan: Nga siya karon<br />usa na ka wati nga nasaag sa iyang kalibotan.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">[Napatik sa Bituon, A Literary Folio of Xavier University-Ateneo de Cagayan. Volume 1, 2008. Pahina 14]<br /> </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-3919259055897524208?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. Moldezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09087420246419704558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181061945471662422.post-23799323062225146852009-01-14T17:09:00.000-08:002009-01-14T17:19:05.566-08:00Nothing provides him shade. So<br />the scorching heat of April sun<br />tans his skins he looks like<br />a dressed life-size bronze statue.<br />Sweat marinates his body<br />and soaks his red t-shirt.<br /><br />He smells of the sun.<br />At the roadside,<br />getting dustier each day<br />due to the absence of rain,<br />he peddles Sweepstakes tickets.<br />Leaning against the concrete fence<br /><br />of the school run by nuns,<br />he repeatedly announces<br />that the draw will be on Sunday,<br />as if reciting a litany of praise.<br />But it seems his voice<br />is just a whisper no passersby<br /><br />dares looking at him.<br />The booklet is still intact.<br />At late afternoon,<br />his foot trembles, his leg hardens<br />due to the pressure of his weight.<br />It’s good enough the two shafts<br /><br />suspended under his armpits<br />are made of hardwood.<br />By sunset, he goes home<br />leaving in the dust<br />a single trace of slipper mark<br />and a hole on each side.<br /><br /><em>(Published in Red River Review, May 2007)<br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181061945471662422-2379932306222514685?l=aninipotsaudtongtutok.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Raul G. 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