Tour de farce

Tour de farce

How gaah, the poem

that butchered a piece of wisdom,

an inch of a syllable;

then buried a piece of truth

in a selfie of words –

the masturbation of the trivial,

essence be gone.

 

“Feign solidarity, y’all,

and hashtag empathy!”

The bard in LV flip flops

kicked the muses’ asses

for auld lang syne’s sake:

“J***-us, burn the Burns

for a good ol’ LOL’s sake!”

Blame the witches,

you know, like they were kings

we’ve caught in a battle of wifis

that sustains the haut monde,

umm, gerber-suckling to Paris

like THE Paris on a plane.

C’mon, do me a favour!

Let you like me, share me,

smh, comment on me

with photoshopped smiles,

with bonbon-ic emoticons!

Some things were lost

between the tug of glitz,

and the pity was deleted

from the sceptic tank of logic;

believing that in war or feast

abattoirs were concealed.

Tsk.

Tsk.

Tsk.

Diamonds and elegies.

~0~

Armineonila M.

July 2015

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The Vegan Way in Kuwait

The Vegan Way in Kuwait by Armineonila M. (Kuwait Times)

The Vegan Way in Kuwait by Armineonila M. (Kuwait Times)

The Vegan Way in Kuwait by Armineonila M.  Friday Times (Kuwait Times),

Dec. 26, 2014, pp. 6-7. http://news.kuwaittimes.net/26th-dec/

Death march

Death march

walking down

the aisle

i whimper

condolences to kins

whose bodies

deep in bloodbath

cast me empty

gazes

i pressed

coded ear and

ringed nose on

rancid air to

try to

sniff out

final wistful

words ambient

about today

it seemed

i was bestowed

crimeless verdict

the guillotine

weighed flat

on my shoulders

on my back

on my sirloin

on my chuck

on my thick rib

on my shin

on my fore rib

on my clod

on my brisket

on my rumb

on and on

i tread

on foot

rattling metal

while fatal

macabre faces

welcome

sober paces

ushered into

the chamber

as i watch

hope depart

the assembly line

that freezes

like muted knife

in carnage

enticing what’s left

of sanity

of empathy

of humanity

until what’s left

of me

is where the line

finishes

– Armineonila M. (veganmusa), May 2013

Mga sangkap ng langis

Mga Sangkap ng Langis (Ped Xing, KM Writers)

Mga sangkap ng langis

ni Armineonila M.

 

Mga sahog sa pagluto:

Isang ginagad na diploma

Walong sakong ari-arian

Pitong tasang tinimping luha

Tatlong basong pangarap (dinikdik)

Limang pirasong dignidad (tinadtad)

Sampung kilong pawis (sinala)

Isang kurot ng pagkutya

 

Mga hakbang sa paggawa:

 

Tunawin ang galon-galong

kaluluwang nagsakripisyo

para sa pamilya’t bayan,

kaluluwang ikinahon

ng globalisasyon

at nanlilisik na pangil

ng kapitalismo

sa kawaling disyerto;

 

Tustahin ang dating musmos

na hele ng Nanay at Tatay

na nagsibak pa ng panggatong

pangmatrikulang niluto

sa palasyong de-kalawang;

 

Tunawin, haluin, kayurin

hanggang sa lumapot

ang ‘di makatarungan,

ang pag-aalipusta

upang maitayo ang gusali

na’ng siyang hugis ay ganid;

 

Timplahin, lunurin

ang pangakong hindi na

lalayag pa at tatatakan

ang pagkatao ng alyas,

yaong tunog “bayani”

upang hindi malasap

ang pag-alingasaw

ng amoy pang-aalipin;

 

Paulit-ulit na timplahin,

haluin ng kalyuhing palad

ang pagkauhaw ng iba

sa likidong-yaman at parangal

kahit salat sa bayad

na ginhawang pasalubong;

 

Sundin ang patakarang ito

nang walang pag-alma

o pagkuwestiyon man lang,

bente-kwatro oras.

 

 ~o~



Translation:

The Recipe for Oil 
by Armineonila M.

The ingredients:

1 forged diploma
8 sacks of property
7 cups of whimper
3 glasses of ambition (chopped)
5 pcs. Of dignity (shredded)
10 kilos of sweat (filtered)
A pinch of nepotism

The procedure:

Slowly melt a gallon of sacrificed souls
Of family and country
Souls inside the box
Of globalisation
And the piercing fangs
Of capitalism
In the desert pan.

Cook until brownish
The infantile lullaby
Of Mama and Papa
Who chopped a forest
Of tuition fees from
The palace of rust.

Melt, stir, scrape
Until condensed
The unjust, the vilification
Built in a fortress
Of which shape is greed.

Mix and drown
The promise of immobility
That’s impressed in the self
An alias that sounds like “hero”
To cover up the stench
Of subjugation.

Mix over and again
With calloused palm
The thirst of the other
On liquefied riches and recognition
Even by poor earnings
That take home a dream.

Simply follow these steps
Without objection
Nary a question 
24 hours a day.

________________
*The original text in Filipino first appeared in the chapbook published by KM64 (Kilometers 64 Writers Collective) titled Ped Xing: Tula’y Tawiran (First Issue: Labourers), ed. Stum Casia. May 2014, pp. 23-24, Philippines. 

In Kuietterland

In Kuietterland

Only crazy feet come to Kuietterland
Only crazy wilting puppies licking seats

The mammals sink under their feet
sing the sole bunny beat

for suckerland

then smell the stench of trickery
in muzzled symmetry…

Oh, poor puppies

envy the falcons’ helipads
and hypochondriac horses

sing the sole bunny beat:

“Lick the dishes,
lick the floor,
use your head
to shut the door!
La-la…la-la-la…”

Only one way route to Kuietterland
Only throttled barking lasts

Lift the mob with poor dead puppies
Kuietterland pays cold burnt bars.

-Armineonila M.

oOo

Block me not! ni Armineonila M.

 

Ang hagulgol ng keyboard

na ‘di mapapagod

iCAPS LOCK ang error

sa RA 10175.

 

Hindi makahingi ng F1

ang mga netizen dahil

walang Esc mula sa BOTS

ng gobyerno, maski ‘yang

blog mong Anonymous

na nagtatanong lang naman

kung saang program ba

nai-Share ang kaban

ng nagdurusang bayan:

 

a. sa Recent Places

b. sa Recycle Bin

 

At ngayon, ang taong-bayan,

expired na ang anti-virus,

encrypted na ang dila,

may Ctrl sa mga daliri,

at ‘di makapag-comment

sa kanyang mamerang

iStatus Update:

 

sino nga ba ang BOSS ng internet?

 

Gusto ko ito.  Magkomento.  Ibahagi. 24 oras na nakalipas. Edited.

 

~o~

– February 19, 2014 (An anti-Cyberlibel poem)

 

 

Block me not! ni Armineonila M. via KM64

Photo credits: KM64. Maraming salamat.

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Pawers Neighbourhood

Pawers Neighbourhood

There were those furry, fuzzy

creatures, down by that infantry

of rigid fellas and fellers

pillaging the purring. Snoopers!


Calibrated caps catapulted

under the hooves, relegated

those fierce commands whistling

the cathartic noble killing.


Behind that barb-wired stately

doom, they marched atop bravely

death-deaf armoury. Deadening;

purrposelessness deafening.


Slayers! They were unbound,

them, D’ Slayers! Paws abound

a cantankerous populace, seething

with half-awakened dreaming.


Slayers! Mewing in their newly-

strung strength, hollered out. Vainly

as the iron-grip hinted out beginning

of solace. Slayers! Echoes beseeching.


And then, them poor purring crushed

upon cuddles. The spiting hushed

upon cushions. Comforting hours sat

a pet, a pat. Mollycoddlers chitchat.  ~@