Anak ti Dagem

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Throwing Trash

by Karen O. Laking

I wonder if someone else enjoys bringing trash at the dumpster as much as I do.

5:00 am I wake up drink my usual two glasses of lukewarm water, put on my bonnet wear my white Skechers and off I go walking leisurely with two black trash bags.

Throwing the trash means solitude to me. It is a time to think and perhaps plan the day. Throwing the trash means a little fresh air, a little freedom, I can hum or sing while walking.

I can think of poetry like: “So much depends on a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain water near the chickens.” other loves, other selves, forgotten dreams, closeted priorities. I can converse with myself

I can think of other lifetimes...

I can talk to the little dandelion, to the moon if she’s still there.

I wonder if someone else looks at this mundane activity as beautiful as I do.

As Commencement looms and gets nearer, Our hearts are filled with joy, sadness, happiness, fears and cheers. Students, faculty, school officials, parents : all alike; As we bid farewell to our beloved Alma Mater –BSU all hail to thee . . .

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We owe our dear Alma Mater – the knowledge, wisdom, training, exposure, experiences and discipline, we now possess, With the help of our parents, loved ones, teachers, classmates, friends and The Lord God Almighty;

We shall forevermore treasure and remember the times well spent as well as, The camaraderie of friendships made here and the undying quest for learning and wisdom shall continually grow in us - and now the achieved pinnacle of success, wherever we may be .

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As we leave the portals of our Alma Mater with mixed emotions and renewed vigor of optimism alongside hope,

We pledge our loyalty, gratitude, love, peace and service. For the warmth and tenderness, our Alma Mater shielded us, With heavy but thankful hearts, humility, strength, courage, determination,perseverance, wonder and bliss,

We trod the unknown path to find our respective places under the sun – all that we were meant to be, As we sing this hymn of love and praises –“ BSU, we hail thee, Alma matter we adore ! ”

Spring

By James Patrick P. Aquino

You’re like a storm that ruins my sunshine

Came to shower your cold and bitter line

All I do is hear you and not listen You make me sick; I hope you get bitten

Bitten by your own words like real karma

What you say is poison, stop the drama

You don’t practice what you preach, the humbug

A wolf amongst sheep, not a ladybug

But who am I to judge a predator

Who prays on the weak, the terminator Anyway, my hot sunshine will return So be good to others, or else you’d burn

by *Richard Giye

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Langit

Ang salamin

Sa tuktok ng bundok

Hinga at Bulong

‘Ako si Dagem’

Ang Diyos ng Hangin. Diyos ng mga kalalakihan

Diniyos ng mga kababaihan

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Ang dalagang naglalako

Ang dalagang nahumaling

Huminga at Bumulong

‘Sinundan ku si Dagem’ Nakalunuk ng Hangin.

Ina na walang asawa

Anak na walang ama

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Sa panahon ng giyera

Sa panahon ng Hapon

Sa daanan

‘Bumugso ang hangin’ Sa kawalan at kahihiyan. Walang paumanhin

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Ang mga unang anak

Ng Igorot at ng Dagem

Mga anak ng tanso

‘Ibang Breeding’ Pinanganak na may pilak na sandata sa bunganga

Mga anak ng

Amang nakaguhit sa Hangin.