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Mt. Tumantangis & Other Poems on Sulu
by Isnani

The Growing
The Waves of Sulu
The Calm
Mt. Tumantangis
The Warrior
The System
Where Feeds The Mind
An Uneventful Day
Abunnawas Retold
Poem For The Twigs

Silent Verses
by Dias

The Actions Of The Fox
More Words, Just Words
Town Asleep
The Closing Of The Eye

Mga Tula Ni
Paring Bert
by Albert E. Alejo, SJ

Mayuming Ikebana Sa
Madugong Dabaw

Panghihinayang Sa Patay
Na Diktador

Ang Katotohanan Ay

Sanayan Lang Ang

The System

Tabletops are dustspecked even more,
A desert yawns, the lazy maze;
In cubicles, the vulture lurks
The sun trips in as wanton ghost
(It is a feast of faded green):
Woe to the man who tries to shake
The burden of the paper rolls,
A bureaucracy approximates
The stiff bones of the rotting corpse.

The small man knocks in timid notes -
The small man and his qualifying vouch -
A head is nudged in sullenness
And searches kin in blood and flesh:
whose son is he, what has he got?
who recommends, where is the hat?

Alas for him, he's not a limb,
He does not have, he does not cling.

And like the days, the timid notes
Are filed away in mindless nooks,
A desert yawns, the lazy maze
A system groans like a rusty hinge.

- Isnani

cliparts from MS Publisher CD. effects by SKS

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