Ashy Verses

by Ronel L. Alijado

Sitting quietly

On a rocking chair

On a paper

I made a poem

To make a world

You and me

Loving me

Not only I 

Love must be

Hugging together

Building home

Raising children

Eyes telling me

You are life

Touches show me

You care and enjoy

Kisses express

You protect and save

Both of us

Picking fruits

Cutting thorns

But the stanzas 

Blown away

To a fireplace

Destroying the world

Turning it into ashes

I realized painfully

It was just poetry

I MISS YOU MRJ!

Incomparable Dream

by Ronel L. Alijado

I need to forget you.
But my mind still remembers you.

Many times, I look at things,

I see your face.

Many times, I listen to a song.

I hear your voice.

Many times, I touch a pillow,

I feel your caresses.

Many times, I smell a flower.

You scent me around.

Many times, I eat treats,

I taste the sweetness of your memories.

Still loving you.

No one replacing you in my heart.

If a new love comes,

Must be beyond extraordinary,

For you are incomparable, my dream.

That Night We Were Together on the Shore of Zamboanguita with the Stars in Heaven

Hugging and Kissing You While You Were Asleep

I miss you very much!!!!

For Sale: The One

by Ronel L. Alijado

The man went to the market,

Saw apples, roses, pork;

Yet he bought the one,

Like a diamond sparkling,

A wine intoxicating,

A chocolate tempting,

A scepter priding,

Or a flame burning.

On day, the one was his,

But not on night,

Could not sleep;

Purchased the one again.

Evening came,

The one leaving; robbed.

Sleepless night.

The one disturbing him.

Selling and buying;

Leaving or stealing;

Insomnia, ailment, and death.

The one displayed still

There at the market

For sale: The One

Sold out

For sale: The One - again....

        

Alcohol, Smoke and Blood

by Ronel L. Alijado

Beer, wine, rhum;

Cigarettes and drugs;

Not mountaintops but pits;

Not white but black.

Guns and knives;

Not lions but rodents;

Fuck, bullshit, asshole;

Not plaques and sweets - poisons.

Theft, rape, murder;

Wounds, and fractures;

Cells, ropes, needles, caskets;

Not beds, not tables, not wings. 

West not east;

Where is the Sun not the bulb?

But that Center.

That natural Light!

The Dancer's Answers

by Ronel L. Alijado 

How does a man dance?

Does he make his moves?

Does Music determine choreography?

Does he choose to dance at the left or right?

Does he opt to dance forward or backward?

Does he select to dance upward or downward?

Does Music direct him to dance?

Does man need to dance all steps perfectly that Music asks?

Does man dance without faults?

Does Music play on the dancer?

Does a dancer need Music?

Does Music become music without a dancer?

Does a dancer become himself without Music?

Does Man or music dance?

Yes or No, Dancer?

In Bogo City, Cebu during the Regional Schools Press Conference 2016

as the Lens Schools Paper Adviser of Saint Scholastica's Academy - Tabunok

  Teaching, reading, writing, drinking coffee, eating Tausug food amp me!!!!

Akala Ko

Ininom ko ang tubig nayong bigay

Akala ko ay mag-aalis ng uhaw

Subalit ako ay nanglamig at tumigas

Tinanggap ko ang apoy mo

Akala ko ay maghahatid ng liwanag at init

Subalit nagdilim ang aking paligid at ako ay napaso

Dinama ko ang hangin ng ikaw ay dumaan

Akala ko ay magbibigay ng mga haplos

Subalit ako ay natangay at iniwang putikan

Dinala mo ako sa pook ng pangako

Akala ko ay doon tayo titira magpakailanman

Subalit para akong nilamon ng lupa 

Akala ko ay nagbibigay buhay ka 

Subalit ang dala dala mo sa puso

Ito palay sugat at dugo