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Submitted by: Apostol, Lorena L.



Submitted to: Mr. Jose Pedrena


God Said, “I Made a Man
Jose Garcia Villa
God said, “I made a man out of clay-
But so bright he, he spun Himself to the brightest Day
Till he was all shining gold, and oh,
He was handsome to behold!
But in his hands held he a bow
Aimed at me who created him?
And said, “Wouldst murder me
Who am thy Fountainhead?”
Then spoke he the man of gold:
I will not Murder thee! I do but Measure thee.
Hold Thy peace!”
And this I did, but I was curious of this so regal head.
“Give thy name! - “Sir! Genius.”
Leaving as heritage this islet this poem,
You and I, this country yours and mine,
This child dreaming on the edges of life.Region 5
GANITO NGA PALA
(Salin sa Filipino)

by ;Abdon M. Balde, Jr.

Ganito nga pala
kapag tumanda na;
paggising sa umaga,
natutuwa at buhay pa;
ngunit sa unang kilos
ay parang nakagapos;
pagbangon sa higaan
ang mga buto’y naglalagutukan;
Pag-ihi sa kubeta
ay kailangang umupo pa,
dahil pag nakatayo
sa paa tumutulo.
Ang lugaw na agahan
ay abot nang pananghalian.
Kahit itlog pag nilaga
ay hirap na sa pagngata.
Natitinik lagi sa isda
kahit sardinas na nga.
Ang malunggay na kinain
kung lumabas ay malunggay din.
Nakakainom pa rin sa
totoo
pinakuluang pito-pito.
Umiiwas sa ambon,
sa lamig ng panahon;
dahil pag sinipon
ay hindi na makabangon.
Pag napaupo nang bigla
ay tuloy napapatihaya.
Sa hagdan, kahit pababa
sa pagod ay lawit ang dila.
Kapag tumatawid sa daan,
tumitigil lahat ng sasakyan.
Inaantok sa sinehan
kahit ang palabas ay bakbakan;
Pag nakakita ng bulaklak
ay ataol ang hinahanap.
Sa kaarawan, pag may handa
wala nang panauhing kababata;
habang yakap-yakap ang sarili.


Region 7
Sand beetle, Sand, and Sea Centipede
By Linda Alburo

(By the way, if the sandbeetle
is no longer in your vocabulary
go drop by and ask Iyo Karyo
because there’s no more sandbeetle
in any new dictionary.
And now, to my poem.)
Now a city dweller, alone I visit
The shore while trying to cool off
There’s blaming and claiming at the old house
After we buried Nanay Biyay.
Long ago we are children, from that rock
Would dive and stir the sea until lunchtime
No matter if we grew as dark as Ogre Kadyo
And towards the setting of the afternoon
We’d pick plenty of sea creatures there
All muddy and straining to carry on the head Coconut shells full of shellfich and sandbeetles
After a while I feel better
Looking at the smooth and clear sea
A girl there sits on her heels
Forming a roof for her house of sand—
What dream does she let curl inside it?
A boy near that fishing boat
Is pulling out some sea centipede—
What hope will he catch with his bait?
Later, I asked out former babysitter
Who those children were
She says they’re from barrio Canbanua—
Cecile, whose mother is in Saudi
And Joaquin, whose father goes in and out of jail.
Now I know that for then as for me
The old shore is also a haven—
The sandbeetle, the sand and the sea centipede
Are playthings of our lovely reverie.