Showing posts with label Tula. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tula. Show all posts

Sunday, March 19, 2023

Whispering Shadows

I am the shadow from behind,
Always wondering what's on your mind,
Longing for you always on my sight,
Wondering if you'd allow me, if I might?

My voices that you're ignoring,
Leaves me in the limbo wandering,
Can you please see me as I am looking,
Behind you as you are walking?

I know you're busy with your life,
But I can't help but feel this strife,
I long to talk, to laugh, to share,
But you don't seem to be aware.

I beg you to hear my voice,
And let me enter your life by choice,
I promise to be gentle and kind,
And cherish you with all my heart and mind.

I'm not just a shadow, a mere reflection,
But a person with a heart, a soul, and affection,
Please give me a chance, to show you who I am,
And I'll prove to you, that I'm not just a shadow, a mere scam.

My heart beats faster every time you're near,
And I wish that you could just hear,
The love that's waiting here for you,
The passion, the fire, burning bright and true.

I'll wait for you, in the shadows of the night,
Hoping that someday, you might see the light,
And realize that the love you seek,
Has been right here, all along, waiting to peak.

I don't need fancy words, or grand gestures,
Just a simple chance, to show you my treasures,
The love, the kindness, the care,
All that I have, I'll give to you, my fair.

So here I am, still in the shadows,
Watching as you come and go,
Hoping that someday, you might see,
The love that's waiting here for thee.

Until that day, I'll keep on dreaming,
And keep on hoping, and keep on believing,
That one day, you'll turn around,
And see me here, waiting, without a sound.

And if that day should ever come,
I'll hold you close, and never let you run,
Together we'll walk, in the light of day,
And the shadows of the past, will fade away.

So, until then, I'll wait and see,
Hoping that one day, you'll notice me,
And let me into your heart and soul,
And together, we'll become whole.

Friday, January 27, 2023

Traveling Limbo

The students sit in silence, pens in hand
Their eyes fixed on the test, their progress in the balance
The clock ticks on, the pressure mounts
As they struggle to recall what they've learned this quarter

They've studied hard, and they've stayed up late
They've done their best to prepare, not procrastinate
But now it's time to put their knowledge to the test
To see if all their hard work has been for the best

The questions come, some easy, some hard
They scribble down their answers, their thoughts a jumbled card
They second guess, they hesitate
But they push on, determined to show their grasp

For this exam is just a measure, a check on their way
To the future, they dream of, where they'll have their say
So they sit and they write, they read and they think
And they hope that when they're done, their progress will not shrink

The exam is a test, but it's not the end
It's a step on the journey, a means to an end
And the students will rise, they'll pass and they'll thrive
For they are the future, and they'll always strive to improve.



The Epilogue
As the students put down their pens and the exam comes to an end,
They look back on the questions, their thoughts, and their trends.
They may have felt the pressure, the uncertainty of the test,
But now it's over, and they can take a rest.

They'll wait for the results, the measure of their progress,
But regardless of the outcome, they've done their best.
For the exam is just a step, a moment in time,
On the journey of their lives, in their quest to climb.

They'll look back on this moment, with a mix of pride and fear
For the journey's not over, and there's still much to come, to hear.
But they'll remember that they've made it through this test,
And they'll be ready for the next, they'll do their best.

For the road ahead is long and winding,
But they'll keep moving forward, they'll keep climbing.
For they are the future, and they'll always strive,
To be the best they can be, and to stay alive.

Friday, April 9, 2021

Bayang Iniibig

Isinulat ni Patrick Familara


Mula sa bakas ng bayang ginapos

Mga tao ngayo’y nagnanais makaraos

Makalimot at magpatuloy sa bayang naghihikahos

Makamit lamang ang kasaganahan na pinagkait ng kahapon


Sa isang sigaw mula sa Balintawak

Kaisipang makabayan tunay nang umalab

Sa damdamin ng mga api sa bayang winasak

Katipunan ay isinilang na may layong lumaban


Sa paglipas ng panahaon dugo’t pawis ang inalay

Mga hardin ay lumawak sa mga pook na pinanday

Mga hiyaw na ang nais makalaya ang umaalingangaw

May lakas ka ba ng loob para ikaw ay dumungaw?


Sa pamamaalam ng tatlong pari, si Pepe ay naantig

Lumaban, nagsalita at sya nga ay nadinig

Pinag-initan at hinuli ng mga dayong mapang-api

Binaril, namatay, para sa  bayang iniibig


Dumaan pa ang mga araw ang mga damdamin lumakas

Kalayaang hangad tila ba makukuha na sa pagpupumiglas

Mga api ay nagtipon at sila nga ay bumalangkas

Ng rebolusyonaryong pamamahan para sa ating kasarinlan


Sa isang simbahan doon sa Bulacan

May Republikang isinilang mula sa pagmamahal,

Watawat ay iwinagayway na sumisimbolo ng pagkakilanlan

 Awiting pambansa mula sa damdaming makabayan.


Ipinagpatuloy ang paglaban ng watawat na iwinagayway

Mga dugo ng bayani sa inang bayan ay patuloy na inalay

Hinagpis ng isang ina, tila ba walang humpay

Makamit lamang ang layang noon pa man ay hinihintay.


Sa kanilang paglaban, kalayaan ay nakamtan

Ngunit tunay nga ba, o tayo lamang ay nalinlang?

Di nagtagal mga kaibigan ay dumating

Huwad na kalayaan, tayo pala ay nabili


Natapos ang digmaan, tayo nga muli ay natali

Di lang isa, kundi sa dalawang pang lahi

Paghihirap at pang-aapi, muling sinapit

Bayang iniirog kailan ka pa kaya matatahimik


Sa mahabang panahon, ang bayang ito ay inalipin

Pinagmalupitan at inabuso ng mga dayong mapang-api

Sa araw ng pagsapit ng tuna’y nitong pagsasarili

Iniwan naman ng kahapon ang sugat at pighati

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Week of the Quarter/Grading Period

4th Quarter Week 8

Learning Competency

(MELC)

Napahahalagahan ang bahaging ginampanan ng nasyonalismo sa pagbibigay wakas sa imperyalismo sa Silangan at Timog Silangang Asya


Ilaw

Isinulat ni Patrick Familara


Noo’y hagulhol na di marinig

Sa bayan na ang ilaw ay walang salig

Pag-aari kung ituring ito ng nakararami

Sa pag-aaruga nito tayo rin ay namamalagi


Sa mahabang panahon, ang ilaw ay naghirap

Liwanag nito ay nasakluban ng pighati mula alapaap

Kahit anong lakas ng tinig ay di sasapat

Tila bulong lang sa hangin ang kanyang mga hiyaw


Sa paglipas ng panahon, ang ilaw ay namulat

Tama na, ang sumbat sa bawat pagyurak

Nagsimulang maghangad na matutong magsulat,

Magbasa at makapag-aral hinangad para sa lahat.


Pagkapantay-pantay ang sunod na hiniyaw

Nitong ilaw na ang nais naman ay makagalaw

Magkaroon ng papel sa bayang ginigiliw

Boses ay madinig ng madla sa saliw


Sa mga sumonod na taon ang ilaw ay ganap nang nakalaya

Mula sa kahon ng kung saan s’ya nanahan

Liwanag nito ay nagsimulang madama at matanaw 

Sa mga lugar na noo’y para lamang sa mga lakan

Kung noong araw ang ilaw ay walang magawâ

Ngayon nga ay tila ba sila na ang gumágawa

Mula sa tahanan hanggang sa mga industriya

Sila na nga ang bida sa ating pamilya


Pawis at pagod ang alay nila sa atin

Para sa kasaganahan, tayo ay di mabitin

Ginagawa ang lahat para ikabubuti

O ilaw, ikaw nga ang bagong bayani


Tunay ngang malayo na ang narating nito ilaw

Mula sa pagiging simpleng may bahay 

Ngayon nga sila’y nangingibabaw

At sa pag-unlad ng bayan ang ilaw ay siyang tulay.


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Week of the Quarter/Grading Period 4th Quarter Week 7

MELC: Nasusuri ang karanasan at bahaging ginampanan ng mga kababaihan sa pagkakapantay-pantay, pagkakataong pang ekonomiya at karapatang Pampolitika



Sunday, March 12, 2017

Himbing

ni Yuehnd Familara

Mga himig na nalikha mula sa pighati
Sabay ng mga luhang umagos sa mukha ng mga api
Salamin ng kahapong ‘di maitanggi
Dapat nang matigil ang gano’ng hapdi

Dugo, luha, pawis
Ang nadilig na sa lupa ng mga taong sawi
Sawi sa layang mamuhay ng nagsasarili
At malayo sa hapas ng latigong pagi

Nadapa, Bumangon, Tumindig
Ang paulit-ulit na gawain ng durog
Durog na pagkatao na pilit binubuo
Ng mga taong nabaon na sa alaala ng kahapon

Lumaban, Nagsumikap, Lumaya
Mga alipin ng kahapon, ngayo’y nag-aapoy
Nag-aapoy sa damdaming makalaya sa pagkakatali ng kanyang amo
Dugo, Bumganon, Lumaya, panaginip lang pala ang mga ito.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

COLORING SHADOWS (ver. 2)

by Yuehnd Familara

On the day that gods conquered our land
Our freedom, wealth, and soul devoured by guns.
The color of Red flooded the earth
That drifts beneath our raging Sun.

People fought and died for IT;
Against the monstrous tyranny from the EAST
Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat were offered
To regain the stolen freedom of our past.

With the aim for freedom, a Flag was weaved
With the sun and three stars that made us amalgamated;
The color of red that conveys strength for those who tussled
With a shade of blue that tells us that we are united.

Then a hymn was sung on 12th of June 1898
Uttering meaningful words that declare sovereignty
An anthem that was sung on that historical balcony
And a flag that symbolizes that we are now FREE!

From FEAR to GLADNESS people celebrated
For that short-lived freedom that was never accepted
Months later a gun fire was heard
Commencing another threat coming from the buyer.

Once again we, the natives were conquered;
By new gods that promised education for everyone
Ships started to arrive with TOMMIES inside
That trained us to bark like BOW-WOW-WOW

 Years have passed, the Brown was covered by white
And started to live in the shadows of our New Gods
We now to hate for the things that we have
Even the brown color of the skin we possess

Hundreds of Years under the colonizers
We now lost our identity that came from our forefathers
A shade of GREY was left from our vibrant rainbow,
That once shined from our clear blue sky.


Hope from the Orient once again renewed
That on few years’ time their land will be liberated
From those who made us thinking
That WHITES are superior human being

Then a plane from the sky flew over the Capitol
A bomb was dropped on a lovely harbor
Armies of gods from our neighbor
Forcibly took the control from our buyers

Women were raped, Children were bayoneted
By the monsters from the land where the Sun Rises
Killing innocent lives to those who blocked
Making GARDENs grew to like how the mushrooms bloom

For the next THREE years people suffered;
FEAR once again ruled over those grieved
HANDS that once was FREE were now knotted
By the gods came from the north of the Earth.

Then A-Bombs were dropped to the land of the occupiers,
That forced them to left on the land that writhed
Leaving the ROSES on the lonely hills
That WEPT on the GARDENS that the gods have created

A PROMISE that was made by a man from the EAST
The ORIENT was freed, granting freedom at least
On the Day they called independence of the WEST
The SONG of the BROWNS was sung on its best.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Colors of the Past ver. 2



On the day that whites conquered our land
Our freedom, wealth and soul were gone.
The color of Red covered the earth
That flowed beneath our raging Sun

People fought and died for us
Against the monstrous tyranny of the EAST
Blood, Toil and Tears that our country men have offered
To regain the stolen freedom of our past

For the aim of freedom a Flag was weaved
With sun and three stars that stand for unity
The color of red that tells that we will fight
And a shade of blue that aims peace among us

Then a hymn started to be heard
And meaningful words changed everything
An anthem that was sang on the 12th day of June
And a flag that was waved on the balcony that tells that we wereFREE.

After six months of unrecognized independence
A treaty in Paris was signed without our knowledge
By the Trojans who wanted to straighten their will
That exploited our culture and implanted theirs to us.

Then schools were established by Uncle Sam
And made educated every JUAN
The knowledge that wasn't meant for everyone
It was used to conceal their evil plan

For the past centuries
Four conquerors entered and flourished
But we stood and fought together
In order to protect our beloved Nation

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Tunay na Malaya



isinulat ni Patrick Familara

Sino nga ba ang tunay na malaya
Sa mga paghihirap na tayo rin ang may likha
Sa mga pangaabuso na tayo rin ang may pakana
Sino nga ba ang tunay na may sala

Ako na walang ginawa kundi ang magreklamo
Ikaw na walang ibang ginawa kundi magpatalo
Tayo na walang pakialam kundi maging bato
Saan na nga ba patungo ang ating estado

Malayang Pilipino kung maturingan
Bakit tila ba bilanggo pa rin sa nakaraan
May pag-asa pa bang makalabas sa banging kinabagsakan
Kung tayo ay watak at walang pagtutulungan

Kabataang Pinoy ang ika nga'y pag-asa ng bayan
Sa aking nakikita tila ba’y isang palaisipan
Sa maling paghuhulma sila’y dumaan
Sa mga kataga ni Rizal, Paano ang puna

Tiwala sa sarili ang dapat hubugin
Pag-aaral ng mabuti ang dapat atupagin
Pagsisikap sa buhay ang ating gawin
Marahil ito ang kasangkapan nang ating mithiin ay makamtan

(updated and revised :Aug 28, 2012 12:36pm)