Makata Vol.13 (ISSN 1656-8230)

MAKATA Vol. 13, Issue No.2

2012-02-03T08:56:00.001+08:00

THE JASON CASE In this way they upset the crowd and the city officials who heard them. The officials released Jason and the others on bail. (Acts of the Apostles 17:8-9) Let us situate it here for as they say, context is of essence, hence The Facts: Jason here, a poet and Filipino on diaspora, now a PR man in California has Muslim visitors from Quiapo, Maranao and Jolo artists on a travel

MAKATA Vol. 13, Issue No.1 : Bonsaic Verses

2012-01-10T08:35:00.001+08:00

by the ruins the long silence of a broken bell morning mist a string of diamonds on a spider’s web window with a view the misty glass door hides her nakedness snapshots – children flying kites and paper planes old tarsier slow now with his leaves and tango years sunset – Buddha’s third eye before he sleeps morning breeze the smell of her breath and dripping hair scent of apples no not the

Winners of the Love Poem contest LOVE MAN (in Bulgaria)

2011-09-17T14:32:00.003+08:00

DIMA CHONOVA FIRST PRIZE *** While traveling I close my eyes – And I am with you I open them - to get out …Around me is full with Eyes closed women *** I dreamed your dream. You wrote my verse. *** With you we are two drops of milliards in the groove of the time merged into a lake before the sun to come. *** Autumn stamping on the roof. A sudden cold blowing gently most likely chilled

MAKATA Vol.12 : Jul-Aug 2011

2011-07-04T14:45:00.002+08:00

LONG BEACH MORNING May 8, 2011 A squirrel having fun alone scurrying then another playing their scurrilous game Five sparrows sitting under a picknick table pecking the dust Over the water a seagull suddenly dives into rippling waves Four blackbirds of a black feather hopping one of them limps Motionless a heron peers into the water standing still Only time flies WAITING ~ HERE ~

MAKATA Vol.12 : May-Jun 2011

2011-05-20T09:22:00.013+08:00

PEARL OF THE ORIENT In my mind is always the memory Of the golden frangipani, then Her sensuous Manila mouth There on the far side of this is Paradise And here the abiding mantra is always Bonjour Tristesse And the fabled immemorial phrase As the dancing-girls came and went Manila, Pearl of the Orient Strange yet consoling it is to know That she is always there, and here The silent afternoons

MAKATA Vol.12 : Mar-Apr 2011

2011-03-04T11:40:00.002+08:00

Fire Walking still the world sits tight on the numb shoulders the solid metallic weight flows through the varicose vein crushing the muscles to a hunchback mound to a splintering explosion singeing the whole body wet with the terror of death the drone is busy looking through the shifting sand between the battles this awful truce this uneasy calm this stiffness of body and mind on a sunny day the

MAKATA Vol.12 : Jan-Feb 2011

2011-02-02T16:52:00.003+08:00

A New Life Wrapped in silent shadows wistful and gentle you explore a myriad unconscious colors conscious dreams of value in store soft and sweet are your words enveloped in love and darkness slowly noiselessly they flow in poetry that always sparkles The path is always strenuous t’is easy to feel from your sphere your strong heart beat from afar striving always to burn clear but if you lift

MAKATA Vol.11 : November 2010

2010-11-25T14:12:00.005+08:00

ANG SABI NG BULAG NA UMIIBIG Madalas ko siyang angkinin sa tulong ng ilaw at araw Ang mga sandali ng paglindol kahit saan dinadala-dala hanggang sa panaginip. Nang maglaho ang liwanag doon ko lang siya nakilala nalamang hindi siya akin. Mabuti lang ang ganito Anong halaga ang makita ang nalalaman ko na sa gitna ng nakasisilaw, nakabibighani, hindi matatanggihang alindog na sa paglaon ay

In Many Tongues : Erolalia

2010-10-27T08:33:00.000+08:00

German Translation by Ute Margaret Saine I heute Nacht bin ich Abelard du meine Heloise und ich singe von deinen lyrischen Lippen den Formen deiner Brust deiner Schenkel du süße Überraschung! II wenn in deiner Nacktheit Fest O mein Herz alle Versprechen bricht! ich werde auch auf Gottes Schädel und Brust einschlagen ich werde weder Tod noch die Zeiten bedenken III Weib ich will am

In Many Tongues: Sonnet To A Pilgrim Soul

2009-04-13T11:17:00.024+08:00

Translations of "Sonnet To A Pilgrim Soul" in different languages. SONNET TO A PILGRIM SOUL by Santiago B. Villafania When the sun gilds the sky in the morning And deep darkness makes a noble retreat O hear the music in the air fleeting For you can never recapture the beat When the morning spreads her warm golden wings And the sapphire sky is wordlessly deep Look yonder and feast with your

2009 World Poetry Day Reading

2009-03-27T15:35:00.001+08:00

Say Haponisan manugang nen Norma Liongoren. Binasa to'y anlong ed salitan Nihongo tan impatalus ed Inglis. “Don't Bundle Me” (Watashi wo tabane naide) by Kazue Shinkawa don't bundle me like flowers we call stock like white leeks please don't bundle me I am an ear of rice in autumn the earth longs for the ever stretching golden field of rice ears don't pin me down like the

Makata Vol.10: February 2009

2009-02-09T09:25:00.002+08:00

The Pan Scrub Game From thickset specky windows he eye-balls the tough job warp and weft of the launch pad as it floats itself for the copter’s sea-strip. Then the kitchen’s remodelled - Tony bumps the eggbeater off its base buoying the bobbish sponge-backed slab, hosing it into the bowl to plane a cruddy pan. In a fumbling presto it slips into quick-sight blades limiting a circle, a

Makata Vol.10: January 2009

2009-01-09T09:09:00.002+08:00

Anakbanua (Unan tekap na anlong ya Ipikon Pangasinan) TAN PINMAWIL ka ed nanlapuan – dia’d sinubula’y daan ya dalam bangta panon mon angoba’y dalin no iner dinmabuk ira’y baknang tan kabulenga’y anakbanua? panon mon lakapen so amian ya amaugip ed amagaan tan narasan ya kamarerua da? uliran labat la’y angarian ya pilatek da’ra’y toon-daan anggan say luyag na Caboloan sakey labat lan kugkugip

Makata Vol.9: Sep-Dec 2008

2008-09-02T15:21:00.002+08:00

I KILLED MY SON Hurriedly driving going far, I passed by the nearby coffee shop, Searching and rushing to where you are, I saw a rose and it made me stop, Roses and coffee reminds me of your sweet nothings, Esteemed on your paintings, Your death got me insane, Got this thing a growing pain, I often sniff your shirt, I stare at your favorite tennis shoes, I’m folding now my purple skirt, It

Makata Vol.9: August 2008 (Pangasinan Poetry)

2008-08-03T14:02:00.000+08:00

ALULONG A BINUTAYAN AKIN, anapen ko'y anlemek a sulmingan odino dandanen silir ya aparakpan aliber kinon-silew iran makapulag tan yepyepe'y betel tan laineng na mananggatay iran kawat? ANTON panalimbeng so napamintuan kianduyan binayaran a taklay tan inalig a taganon pambilay; ingen, itukdol mo'y ag binayes dilin petang tan tareren na pagew akatugnopan kon laman tan pukel! BALABALAN moak labat

Makata Vol.9: July 2008 (Special Tambuli Issue)

2008-07-07T08:58:00.004+08:00

Surrender By Ember If you can’t find me Staring half-awake in a galaxy of tracts, Dwelling in infinite obscurity Wandering around once dreaded path, Desiccating my wroth body under the rays of the sun. If you can’t hear my voice Waving in the air as it breathes, Blazing in a handful of murdered hopes Croaking for iniquity, Upbraiding for divulged ignorance. I’ll be somewhere out there Halting

Makata Vol.9: June Issue

2008-06-04T10:48:00.003+08:00

A SPRING AFTERNOON If I could reach into a hatand pull out a poem insteadof a rabbit, now that wouldbe something. But I don’t have a hat and I have nocards up my sleeve. I do gamble now and then withwords, which are as swift as rabbits. Some days theyare as elusive as ghosts. I amhumbled by the difficulty offinding the right words for aspring afternoon. I tip myimaginary hat to the lucky

Makata Vol.9: May Issue

2008-05-02T12:14:00.002+08:00

Traveler info A lover wishesTo reach his belovedHidden path to its stairwayVerified through Prophets WayWrapped with wool In deserted places Remembering Thy name Blessed by Allah’s graceBe cautious thy steps observedThy enemy muddle up in bloodSluice it with pure repentanceHis will to fool shall be goneSatan and Lucifer is just oneProtracting salik from the lightTrick played well in one’s

Makata Vol.9: April Issue

2008-04-01T08:24:00.008+08:00

wild strawberriesthe way he saysmy name thunder -I catch her namein the obituaries redthe colour ofmany kinds of love (previously published in bottlerockets) frost on the Daphnethe way he saysNever mind (previously published in The Heron's Nest)© Aurora AntonovicAurora Antonovic is a Canadian writer, editor, and visual artist whose work has been published internationally. She currently acts as

Makata Vol.9: March Issue

2008-03-03T09:22:00.003+08:00

Ang Gloria ng Tulansangan*1.My name isDeal or no dealKris or BankerOffer ni BankerHigher to lowerHindi marunong magbasaMy name isMole or No MoleZTE or Joey DVOffer ng ZTEHigher to highestHindi marunong mahiya!2.I believe I can flyTumalon sa tulayKinagat ng crocodileUmuwing gutay-gutay.I believe I can flyWakwak sa WakwakKinagat ng dollar bribeUmuwing high na high!3.Sarah, Sarah, prinsesaLavinia,

Makata Vol.9: February Issue

2008-02-01T09:06:00.000+08:00

in Koreawith a new lovefor the first timehis fingers clumsywith the chopsticks the rumour mill churnswith whispersof my name ---if you're going to gossip about meat least make my lovers clever(both previously published in red lights) Returnwho says you can't go back again…?home is heldin the hollowof your shouldertime restsin the curve of your backsix weeks of yesteryear,tenderly packedin

Makata Vol.9: January Issue

2008-01-04T10:08:00.000+08:00

thunder resoundsin the backgroundlike a warning . . .if I could just say it aloudit would go awayquiet—I've always yearnedfor silenceon this still nighteven the wren's cry is jarring three daysthe canvas remains pristineuntouched, whitenothing to paint or write aboutwhile you are gonerunningto the subwaythis autumn morningour uplifted facesbathed in rainwhen he knewI drank tea, he brought a

Makata Vol.8: December Issue

2007-12-03T09:21:00.000+08:00

Christmas presentfrom my friendfar awayswathed in a scarfthat smells like himpreviously published in Eucalypt winter's beachthe waves cappedwith iceunderneath your graspI resisted stagnancy toopreviously published in MET photoof my friend playingFrisbeehis arms extended as thoughwaiting for a hug storm winds blowbut there is warmth by thehearth –years since her deathI remember my mother© Aurora

Makata Vol.8: November Issue

2007-11-05T10:08:00.000+08:00

An Old Dog Named SkyAn old dog named Skywhite with sandy-brown ears and patches.He likes it when I scratchhis ears and foreheadthe snout, sometimesthe best is scratchingunderneath, the undersidethe chest, the armpitsand groin area.I always tell him I think he has gonorrhea.Depending on which sideI scratchhis hind leg would“do the bicycle” as I call it,just one hind legdepending on which side I

Makata Vol.8: October Issue

2007-10-02T10:14:00.000+08:00

Tankasuddenly autumnyesterday's leaves sweptinto the gutter....I thought there would be timeto say good-bye not contentwith just bubblesI add bath salts toothe lavender-rising scent provingjust how spoiled I've become under my breathI rehearse the eulogyin a foreign languagesaying good-bye to my friendin his native tongue I have not seen himsince childhoodthis former teacher of mineback then