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WHEN THE SPIDERS NEED TO LEAVE

The room once slayed in webs and dreams, Now wakes beneath the broom’s bold beams. [Written in June 2025, this poem came to life during Brigada Eskwela. As I cleaned the classroom, I was reminded that every helping hand, no matter how small, leaves a lasting mark on the spaces where learning begins.] The room once slayed in webs and dreams, Now wakes beneath the broom’s bold beams. The spiders know it’s time to weave New tales elsewhere, they’ve got to leave. The ants will march a different route, No crumbs for them to rave about. The cockroach stroll is shut down tight, And mosquitoes? Smoked out of sight. The mouse who ruled the quiet stage Has been evicted, no more page. The mop will guide the dust to the door And the panes will be clear once more. Ooops, a slithery friend (or a hopping, croaking one) might lurk in the corner, So clean with care—be a tidy-floor explorer. Lift every box and sweep with flair, You never know what’s hiding there! Oh, scavenge smart, don’t judge too fast...
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UNTITLED

Tikatik ng ulan. Nag-aabang. Matigas na upuan. [Inspired by a one-day beach trip that felt far too short. The long journey was worth it for a place that felt like paradise. Written on June 14, 2018. ]  Tikatik ng ulan. Nag-aabang. Matigas na upuan. Sandaliang idlip. Natutulog. Naiinip. Nagdasal. Humiling. Umasa. Namangha. Naglakad. Nagmasid. Umasa. Maliliit na espasyo. Nagpatuloy. Nagpumilit. Natapos. Kumalam ang sikmura. Balik sa paglalakbay. Nasilayan. Nahaplos. Mata sa mata. Nagpahinga nang sagad. Nagising. Nasilayan. Naglakbay muli. Walang hinihiling. Sinamsam ang indayog dala ng hangin. Namangha. Nagpasalamat. Nagpaka-sasa sa paraiso. Walang hinihiling. Nakita. Nahaplos. Nag-tamang muli. Mata sa mata. At dun na rin natapos.
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Salat. Malat. Salamat.

Maghihintay Muli ang Orasan Para sa Manggagawang Pilipino, lalo na sa mga Guro [Written in June 2025, this poem came after I cleaned my classroom with my first batch of SPJ students—a space I had barely called my own for a week before I was assigned to a new workstation.] (Since pasukan na bukas, MANAKIT MUNA TAYO NG DAMDAMIN) Maghihintay muli ang orasan sa titig mo bago ka magmadali. Hahalikan mong muli ang baso, o gagawing salamin ang plato— tanging saksi sa paulit-ulit na pag-alis nang wala pang laman ang tiyan. Gagawin mong baton muli ang kutsara’t tinidor, na para bang armas sa digmaan ng araw-araw. Magtitiis ka na naman hanggang kinsenas, magtatyaga ka na naman hanggang atrenta, habang ang talampakan mo’y nagmamakaawang huminto. Magpapanggap kang masigla sa kabila ng nananakit mong mga paa, tatawa ka sa mga batang hindi mo anak, habang tinuturuan silang mangarap sa mundong halos ayaw silang paniwalaan. Lalanghap ka muli ng simoy ng pagsusumikap, amoy chalk, alikabok, pawis, at pa...
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Love comes in small batches

Love comes in small batches of torn, crumpled papers stained with perseverance and midnight breakdowns Love comes in heavy bundles of endless calls for survival in a cutthroat jungle dressed as fondly romance Love comes in empty halls that keep the years and filled with unfillable spots donning its own light Love comes in crowded rooms through some piercing looks and warm breaths dictating the atmosphere (or utmost fear) Love comes in a cup of coffee that stirs the tranquility of a holiday morning until the last drop drips off from your second cup
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a stellar deception

The stars that you see are dead The sky you stare at does not lie Your eyes see the light's sparkle But not the years it travelled by You wish and hope for music You long for some sweet melody "The song needs your poetry" That is what was told to me But The song needs words I cannot weave My poetry is not the sword To the shield of your melody The stars do not shine at all And oceans do not have a line I could just write you a poem But I can never write you a song (Because suspicions and doubts always thrive on the surface)
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The wishings of a wanderer

I search where the salty breeze is coming And it always pulls me back on my shoulders   With the force of a wave Now... Its delight has me yearning Always But its curse, just like the sea, is timeless   I search where the dusty road is leading And it always gets my heart in a tremble With the sound of the drum Before... Its sight had me wishing Everyday But now, the horizon is far from reach   I search for how my soul is feeling And it keeps me on edge of wonder With the will to drive Beyond The far north, the shining east In the cold south, feel the autumn breeze Soon, not now I yearn to conquer What my heart wishes to wander (A poem that I submitted to and was posted on Lavender Poet's Official Facebook Account)
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Educational Frontliner

May mga umagang 'di ako nagkakape Walang init na gumuguhit sa lalamunan Tutungo sa banyo, may alampay na tuwalya Ang isip ay tila saranggolang walang pisi Hanggang matapos Nagpatuyo. Nagbihis. Nag-ayos. Pipilitin ang mukhang maging handa Papantayin ang kilay Kukulayan ang mga labi Tapos ngingiti. Hahanapin ang selpon  Ihahanda ang laptop Babatak muli sa paghubog  Babagtasin ang mga kalsada ng internet Tutusok muli ng mga isipang hilaw pa sa mundo Magpapaka-paos Magpapaka-pawis Magpapaka-pagod Magpapaka-dalubhasa Bibihisan ang mga hubad na isipan Pakikilusin ang mga tinatamad pang mga kamay Pupukawin ang mga mapanuklas na mata Hahayaan silang maglaro sa kalawakan ng kanilang imahinasyon Tiya-tiyagain ang aandap-andap na koneksyon Higit sa lahat Susuungin ang maghapon Makikibaka sa init at ingay  Ng sabay-sabay na tanong Ng sunud sunod na sumbong Ng lahat ng elemento Na siyang bumubuo ng aking araw Ng aking buwan Ng aking taon Ng aking buhay Ng buo kong buhay Ito ang aking ...
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