Thought that is so lovely
In the waterfalls that never dries up this remembrance of mine
'Cos my soul is begging to take into one's arms the glory
When leaving behind is pure
Treasure of dilambong.
The blaze in glory:
What I remember was shadowed
'Cos my forehead was lifted, now it's never glaring
I often dreamed that the golden crown
in my forehead was attached or put into
of the God of Taliambong
My winged poems
Contest of the clouds floating up high
so to commune or kiss with Mount Kanlaon and Mount Madja-as,
leave behind the petal
of the flower of clapping
A clear verse or line
of the lovely replacement
in Western Visayas fill the murmur
just for you to stop - halt at the roaring
on the night of life
call me to attend
WISH TO THE WIND
by Santiago Alv. Mulato
Oh wind that fills the whole wilderness
bring this kiss of mine
to Isbing my beloved
this kiss is extraordinary and without fading
there is sweetness of pagdalu,
there is tenderness in fondling
No words can tell in my desire for
her cos days for so long
that in me was separated from
if my honor and name she's the
only owner. she's also the refuge
of my longing soul
Meet him in the crowd of his residing
house or peak at a hole
of her beloved room;
If you've seen here, follow this wish;
tap her face
swollen and fragrant
Don't disturb if it's in deep slumber
and never tousle
her kinky hair;
roam around her, watch without stopping
Focus on her face
that of the blood clotting
If it happens that it will stretch out, veer also in your movement
Assist her gently
of a tender pure kundiman;
of her thick fat arms, never dare
to move or lift up her dress
or to pick up the blanket.
On her thick fat feet, on her white legs
hang on covering entirely
my kiss so tender,
in her curvy chest that is woobly, that its shape or figure is so bright
Place it so long
My embrace so strong
If all of a sudden woke up by the rousing of early dawn,
in all of her doing
determine to participate;
whether she will open, read my write-ups,
or in the yearning
to my name she will mention
The utter of her mouth carefully listens
as well as her shout
in happiness or sorrow;
whether she's concerned when I got sick,
what is happening
Listen clearly the depths of her murmuring,
whether she yearns for me
because we are separated;
whether she is jealous on me referring to,
or just sighing
which was brought by sadness.
If you see a rainfall of her tears
and of great pain
nothing to do to stop,
waft it with powerful strength so the wetness will be taken,
until the spot will fade
of the compelling sadness.
Don't stay too much in the fields and waterfalls --
all of my order
keep with some wish to keep or retain, value the possession and regret the loss;
even if I'm not your respected master,
Just never forget
Everything that was told.
Wings of ____ in a vast sky
Unaffected or not bothered by the easterly and western winds
at the time when its tongue is humming a bamboo flute or pan pipe.
entertained, honoring the jungle and the ocean...
the surprise full of harness
its body there is calmness,
no shout of surprise that can stop him
Where it will go farther - vast farm fields or forest
like on his vision a form of practice or tradition
touched by the sea has expensive figure or shape
as well as the woods that gust of wind is being bended
In a poet
the juice or sap has its equivalent
of all the decorations that is so sweet to its soul.
There's a kind of beauty in the dawn of the morning
if the sun looks at the hole or gap of the horizon
'cos its brightness that looks like the smile of a lady,
in the dew drops in the flower petals in licking he desires..
because it was entertained or amused there
laughing while listening
in the cheerful noise of the birds that is deafening.
Even his beloved bed is covered /banigan (local handwoven mat made of palms ) with flowers
will compete in the clouds in the middle of the sky
and will offer chant or hyms to Mount Kanlaon and Mount Madja-as.
Cos its soul
will have its destination:
intensity of feeling, brightness of loveliness.
Peculiar, rare is a poet
'cos its easy to mistake it to the identity of a crazy person
if the bout strikes, it will play with the waves in the sea,
and it will not scamper or run away even if threatened by the king..
Cos the poet is ____ strong
the soul is tough that no one can shake or break
He or She will make me dance in a music which is cacophonous,
or crawl in the wrecked or razed hole;
your weak soul he can easily capture,
and your straight smoothness or level he will make it unequal or unbalanced or unproportionate
Cos a poet
Is blessed with charm
cos what is sweet words in the heart is wooed or spread.
By the Power of the Almighty, set and spread in the world
so it will picture or describe the figure of loveliness
tell the mankind surrounded by truth
of so many decorations or adornments that should be handled carefully.
In the contiguous path
it's the one that marks or line a shape or figure
to the petals of the flowers in the flowering of the soul.
The Task Of The Sun
By: Santiago Alv. Mulato
In her ________
In the afternoon
Created the hues of red of the hemline of the west.
Tone down the brightness
Seems like dreaming
So that the twilight of dusk will cover.
The weak glimmer
Sinks in and blossom
Until the huge size bed of the lake
So that in the thoughts
of the people will be blossom or flower
Parts of memories that has a clear appearance
The other side of the world
that it abandon
intentionally forsaken so that the coldness will caress
but the curtain of the night
it couldn't care,
dotted with the winks of so many stars.
In her gazing
of the door of the East,
waking up the inanay of mountains and wilderness;
dazzled the waves
jumping and moving endlessly.
and in the dew that evaporates there's a provision of a kiss.
Awakened the birds
to make a group rejoicing action,
rejoice and invited the flowers to have merrymaking
touched the palm leaves
in order for them to just clap
and made the weeds, sheltered by the
elephant ear taro plant (alocasia macrorrhizos) dance.
Spread the light
where the land is spread out,
Darkened the un-breathable of the hilly pasture
to the bikols of the mountains
the glare he eye boogers
When the noon time comes,
intensify the scorching heat,
its scorching heat pinch the skin that has no cover or protection.
In the shadows of the trees
Mango, drumstick, thorn or briar tree
sheltered the man without hat or cover.
And after sometime
to the area in the west covered by the shadows:
the very bright light
temporarily put upon
in the lap of the twilight of the power included in.