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Friday, March 14, 2008


We are at the final leg of the schoolyear and everybody's busy with grades! For students, getting high marks and teachers computing them. It's really crazy this time of the year. What I could not understand is how students would relax the whole season with nothing to do but talk with their seatmates instead of working on their grades and panic on the last day trying to make up for lost time. Real valuable time, and they never learn. They'd do this again the following year. Well, maybe that is human nature. At least for most of us. I, too, am guilty with this phenomenon, you know. I would dilly dally on tasks thinking this or that is easy and when it's crunch time, would not even sleep just to complete the deed. Procrastinate all you want guys for in the end, you will have to do what you're supposed to do or face the consequences of your irresponsibility.

Anyway, while I was in a stage of stupor, thinking what and how I am to do the volumes of work that are hitherto unattended, a poem came to me and this is the result of that squalid serendipitous splendor. Here's hoping that you'll like it.

What is and what is not

I don't have to hear my baby cry
to know he craves for food
or that he wants a warm hug
on a cold, cold night.
I know what is and what is not.

I don't have to taste a mango
to know if it's sour or sweet,
nor do I have to cut myself
to know that a wound
immersed in brine hurts.
I know what is and what is not.

I don't have to see the tears
to know that not all dreams
come true making men
miserable all their lives.
I know what can or cannot be,
I know what is and what is not.

I don't have to hear wailing
to know hunger exists and lingers.
I only have to see children
with open palms, begging for alms.
I know what is and what is not.

I do not have to witness a man
manacled with strong chains
being dragged into the corner,
beaten with truncheons
or bombarded with water cannons
to know that there's injustice.
I know what is and what is not.

I don't have to smell the land
bathed in blood to know
that your greed can only be sated
by my sweat and tears,
I know what you can and cannot do
I know what you will and will not do.

I don't have to see the sun
to know it hides behind
dark clouds on a stormy day.
I know what is and what is not.

I know I can't go on whining
and do nothing about it.
I know it's what it is
snd not what it's not.




Anonymous Eloisa said...

a nice poem to break free from my worldly urges

a nice poem to bring back color to my dull self

a nice poem to re-discover life


happy weekend

9:51 PM  
Anonymous bingskee said...

I don't have to see the sun
to know it hides behind
dark clouds on a stormy day.
I know what is and what is not.

I know I can't go on whining
and do nothing about it.
I know it's what it is
snd not what it's not.

here's my take -
i don't have to see papers
that tell more lies than truth,
more cover ups than details
i know what is and what's not.

i know it's a lame attempt on poetry he he

but talking about procrastination, my kids even had an altercation about my son's 11th hour preparation for a project and daughter was very busy with a plate. tsk tsk i talked him out and told him he better be good next time. tatawanan ka lang.

10:10 PM  
Blogger ipanema said...

oh, i love that! sometimes we are at our best in some inappropriate times. :)

11:41 PM  
Blogger Panaderos said...

Lovely poem, Rolly. An inspired piece.

8:42 AM  
Blogger rolly said...

eloisa Thank you very much. Bon weekend to you,too.

bingskee Nice take on the poem. MOre contemporary. Re the procrastination, that's exactly what i get with my children. Tatawanan lang ako. hehehe din sa kanila.

ianema Sarap ng feeling no?

8:49 AM  
Blogger rolly said...

panaderos Inspired> Maybe although I don't think I like where this kind of inspiration comes from.

9:57 AM  
Blogger ipanema said...

talaga! ako, i have moods in writing. so, bihira kang makakita ng maganda...siguro, 2 lang...hahahaha.

all my posts are products of 15-30 minutes writing. :)

10:10 AM  
Anonymous ajay said...

Great poem. Nagmamadali ka pa nito? Halika na sa Liwasang Bonifacio,hehe.

11:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ang ganda, tito rolly.

12:40 AM  
Blogger rolly said...

ipanema Ganun din naman ako kadalasan. Pero this one, medyo matagal tagal kong ginawa ito. It has been playing in my head for two days before I put it down on paper.

ajay sige ba. Kelan?

mari Mas maganda ka :-)

7:50 AM  
Anonymous bugsybee said...

... and I don't have to see God to know that He is there.

Sounds cliche but I really have no talent for poetry. I read your new post first (about tradition and superstition) and then this post and that line was the first thing that came to my mind after reading this.

Nice poem, Tito Rolly! And Happy Easter to you and your family.

7:46 PM  
Blogger rolly said...

bugsy That's probably what they call "by association" no? Thanks.

9:12 PM  
Blogger Matthew Chua said...

Wow sir! you really are a talented person! I really admire you sir...

1:17 PM  
Blogger rolly said...

Michael You make me blush, hehehe

Thanks for the visit and the wonderful comment. Come back okay? I can always use that kind of encourgament. :-)

2:17 PM  

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