I dabble in poetry. I was inspired and encouraged by my good friend, Nini, a poet. I can say, without any reservation that she is one of the best, and I'm sure some of those who have read her poems agree with me. (Pssst...you agree? Right? Come one say something.) Her poetry takes one off to her world; to her feeling of joy and soars with her. It is a gift. How I wish I could write just like her, but, alas, I am not to be. I am a mere rhymester...not a poet.
Here's one I wrote in Tagalog.
Si Mang Isko ay naghihinagpis
Di makakain; singnipis na ng ipis.
Ang paningin ay nagkaekis-ekis
Nang ang mahal niya ay umalis.
Ito ay nangibang bayan,
Tumawag o sumulat nakalimutan.
Si Mang Isko ay nagmuk-mok
Kanyang ulo'y ipinuk-pok.
Sa pader na walang bukbok,
'Sing tigas ng martilyong pamukpok,
Hanggang siya'y nagkabukol-bukol
Animo'y kalsadang Maynila na bakul-bakol.
Maawaing kapitbahay ay di pansin
Kahit may dalang bibingkang kakanin.
Maawa na sana ang mahal niya
At bumalik na sa piling niya.
Aug. 19, 2004