Over a Cup of Coffee

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I wonder many times
how you have become so much
part of me i can’t let go.

A trip to the cafe would
simply make it go, all my doubts
my worries fade away.

It might be the coffee with
its soothing aroma that calms
down my wary heart.

Or it could the romantic
vibe in the cafe that makes
me fall in love again.

I guess it would always be
like this, you and me
over a cup of coffee.

I love you, once more and always.

P.S.
If you have been following me for a while now, i guess you would know that this is again a poetic product of me evesdropping for the nth times lol.

It just feels so good seeing people happy and in love.

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Vow

I can bent out of shape
Or be on cloud nine

I can be anything
Or be everything

I am head over heels
In love with you

That’s true.

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P.S.

My usual evesdropping poetry..a lovely couple..ohhh

Summer on a Rainy Day

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Not long after you were born
summer arrives,
flowers bloom
as nature prepares itself
for a month long of
sunshine….

You are dependable, friendly
and happier than others;
“the happier you are the
more joy you will share with
the world around you”
that’s what you always say.

You never wanna be famous
or filthy rich
but hey, you were born along
Mark Zuckerberg and John F. Kennedy;
unbelievably amazing
we always thought…

I loved your silly quirky smile
as you received my little
“do it myself” card
“you’re the sweetest”
you’ll say
it melts my heart always.

I never like outdoors,
moreso the beach but
you always wanna celebrate there
so i went with my swimsuit
and sandals every year
only because you insist…

Its not your birthday yet dad
but i missed you.
and i remembered you.
you would have been 66 this year;
thinking of you feels like summer
on a rainy day……

 

 

Seven Years of Grit

Nagmahal, nag antay
Nang walang kapantay
Mahal kita walang iba
Ipagsisigawan ko, ok ba?

Bundok man ay akyatin
Aking tatahakin
Puso’y tumitibok
Pilit kumakabog…

Nais kang maging akin
Sana ikay  matagpuan
Taos-pusong nag antay
Masintahing tunay…

Naghihingtay magtapos
Pitong taong magngalit.
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As i loved patiently
Wondered how so suddenly
Did i ever love thee?
I scream in glee…

And as i moved mountains
So high, i felt pains
Throbbing
Banging…

Still hoping, be mine
Will find you in time
Passionately
Deeply …

Waiting to end
Seven years of grit.

 

 

Bangko (Part 2)

Note: English translation is provided below

     Matindi nga namang magbiro ang tadhana. Matyaga akong nag antay na one day mapapansin mo ako. I could have flirted; but i did not. I chose not to. 

Sabi ko kasi mukhang matino ka namang tao, so flirting won’t work.  Besides, sanay akong ako ang hinahabol, ako ang sinusuyo. Pambihira! Kung kelan na ako nagkagusto minalas pa… ayaw pa yata sa akin.

Kinakarma ba ako? Alam kong wagas akong mang alaska at mang asar sa mga nanliligaw sa akin; pero di ko naman siguro deserving na mag antay na lng forever sayo. 

Pag nag iisa ako alam mo bang madalas kung tignan ang sarili ko sa salamin? Sabi ko nga, anong kulang? You must be special.

Sana bangko ka na din sa totoong buhay. Pag may deposit; may interest. Ikaw….deposit lang ako ng deposit wala man lang interest.

Ang bangko, in case of emergency, madaling mag withdraw ng naideposit mo, solve na ang worry mo. Alam mo bang maraming beses akong namoroblema? Kailangan ko sanang mag withraw ng konting pagmamahal eh. …kaso di pwede. Hindi mo naman alam na nag invest ako eh. 

Madalas nga pag nagkakasakit ako at naoospital, sa maniwala ka at sa hindi, never was there a time in the hospital that i did not wish that the next time the door opens it would be you. Gusto ko talagang mag withraw especially during those times. A little amount of embrace may make me feel better.  A little amount of care would make me well.  Pero hanggang doon na lang talaga. Kasi nga naman hindi ka bangko. Di ka pwedeng mawithraw or better yet mautang or mahiram.  A little loan may help but the stake is just too much. Andami siguradong requirements for credit investigation. 

Sana one day i’ll find you again.

Sana malaman ko what is it about you that makes me like you so much. Kahit ayaw mo sa akin.

Sana one day kahit pangalan mo man lang malaman ko, and from then we will start.

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Bank ( Part 2)

It’s funny  how some weird fate could meddle into our lives. You could only imagine how I waited so long for you to notice me. I could have flirted; but i did not. I chose not to. After all, i thought you were really nice and descent, so flirting won’t work. And besides come to think of it…I am the one being chased about by most men. Oh, come on…why can’t i just have you?

Is this what they call karma? I know i haven’t been really nice to those who tried and attempted to win me; but I don’t think i deserve to be punished like this… No way, this is too much of a punishment. And let’s face it, I don’t think i deserve to wait for you this long.

Whenever i am alone, i would examine myself in the mirror. What is wrong with me? I can’t seem to find the answer. You must be very special then.

I wish you are a bank too. I will deposit, then i get to have an interest.  But with you, i only get to deposit no amount of interest is being given back. 

In case of emergencies, there would be a readily available ATM machines to withdraw money… and presto! My problem would be solved. 

Do you even realized that i have been in trouble so many times? And for most of those times i badly needed to withdraw, even a little amount of love; but i just can’t. You practically didn’t even know i invested love on  you.

There are times when i get so sick i needed to be hospitalized. And believe me, never was there a time in the hospital that i didn’t wish that the next time the door opens, it would be you. I really needed to withdraw then. A little amount of embrace may help me feel better. A little amount of care may make me well.  But i guess, i just can’t. I can’t even withdraw you; much more borrow or loan you. A little loan may actually help but i am sure the stake would be just too much. I am sure there would be lots of requirements for credit investigation. 

I hope one day i’ll find you again.

I wish i would know what is it about you that makes me like you so much. Even though obviously you never liked me.

And maybe one day, i’ll begin to start with your name.

 

Kape

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We started over coffee, sabi ng kanta.

At doon tayo nagsimula …sa kape.

Over americano and cappucino; nagkwentuhan tayo

kung ano ano lang.

mababaw,

malalim, 

may kwenta, o wala.

Nasundan pa ng maraming beses ang pagkakape natin.

Hindi ko na mabilang sa dami.

Madalas, kahit nakapagkape na ako,

kapag nag aya ka, oo agad ako.

kaya nga may mga araw na napaparami ako ng kape.

May mga araw na hyper ako.

May mga araw na di ako pwedeng gulatin,

baka atake sa puso ang abot ko.

May mga gabing di ako makatulog; nasobrahan ng kape,

Ngunit madalas nasobrahan sa kakaisip sayo.

Fast forward.

Kape tayo.

namimis na kita.

Nang iwan ka kasi.

 

 

 

(here is the English translation for the benefit of my non – Filipino readers)

 

We started over coffee, as the song goes.

That’s how it all begun.

Over americano and cappuccino.

we talked a lot; nonsense and folly

trivial things, mostly nothing really in particular.

We had coffee.

I can’t even figure out how many times

we’d have coffee a day.

Funny though, ‘cos sometimes 

you’d call me; i’d say yes.

Truth is, i just had one. 

There are days when i’d have too much caffeine;

scaring me off will trigger a heart attack.

There are nights when i’d have insomnia;

caffeine overload, i say

or maybe i kept thinking of you.

Fast forward.

i’m having coffee.

alone.

you left me, just like that.

 

P.S.

From today onwards I will be posting poems in Filipino (my national language) to commemorate and celebrate August as our National Language month.

 

 

Don’t

Don’t bullshit me with your
“I love you’s”
None of them bears witness
To how i grieve
Of witnessing you walk away
Everyday.

Don’t fool me with your
“I miss you”
Nothing compares to the pain
You inflicted on me
For being near yet so far away.

Don’t lull me with your
“I wanna be with you”
Nonsense, though
For up and till now you
Remain a fragment in my dreams.

Don’t say you love me…

 

P.S.

An irrational (maybe for some) poetic rant of a woman in a coffee shop.