Typhoon ‘Yolanda’ Haiyan More Than Half a Million Left Homeless in Philippines

As the typhoon raged the worst storm on record my heart went out, we have friends whose family live in Cebu it all has happened so close to the earthquake last month.
Back in  1970 Gemino H Abad a great fillipino poet wrote How Our Towns Drown and i place a copy here for you to read, and send prayers, donate try to do whatever you can it all helps , keep Republika ng Pilipinas in our hearts as they recover.

How Our Towns Drown

how in the downpour
downstream of doom we are returned
houses and pigs in ceaseless procession
as skies boom and fall thundering spears
to beat down all curses and tears to tide
among driftwood, seaweed and water hyacinth’s
prayer wreaths for the dead and drowned

downstream of doom we are returned
tottering over manholes shivering in the blast
of a blind monsoon it’s hollow howl
the rolling dreariness of our emptied hills
our feet doubt the ground where streets
vanish in the gorge of swill and slime
to flood at last we are flotsam and scum

houses and pigs in ceaseless procession
and rushing past our brethren those lovelorn
cats and cockroaches among floating roofs
lumbering cadavers of cherished scrap
our naked brats scamper and gambol
over scavenged loot of murky things
tires and handbags , bottles and shoes

as skies fall boom and fall thundering spears
on Cherry Hill slumping down it’s slope
and shoveling homes in one boulder swoop
landfill of families in moaning mud
so sudden their screams no echoes bear
abducted to questioning rage of memory
by what “state of calamity” or “act of god”

to beat down all curses and tears to tides
Antipolo to Pangasinan the earth rivers
and shoves down Pinatubo’s  renegade ooze
to our paddies swelling to ocean of muck
fish ponds collapsing to swamp
for bridges are down and mountains too far
to flle and shelter from water’s gore

among seaweed , driftwood and water hyacinth’s
what word , what route, what water world
for breathing space, the floors of our dreams
but shiver their fittings and leak their gloom
clutch of seaweed for hair
driftwood for limbs , hyacinth’s for cloaks
what new indigene  only survivor  to offer

prayer wreath’s for the dead and drowned
requiescat  in peace .. vitam aeternam
so cradle the infant , swaddled in rubble grime
just now excavated and no mother to hush
it’s lost wail no father no sibling
surely now their wreck is deaf to cranes
or fingers digging, to what any change

how in the downpour our towns drown

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poetry , poem, poet

Gemino H Abad

 

 

execution of the goat

clouds slaughter rainbows,

expectant mothers cries ,

every other wound heals,

you can knock on doors

but who will answer ,

not a man with a golden goblet

who watched you

cast over a precipice

saved by a pen stabbed into

stubborn rock,

white rock

unheeding to your cries

crack appears

fissure to place your mind

letting thoughts expand,

pressured opening

wider

a flow of cerebral digestion

spilling over

staining with a curious purpose

from here others see the marks

a territory of mind and heart,

and will learn

to be as you are

or better,

scabbing crusting

around edges

salted tears

as you pick and worry,

yet stand firm

words stoic and resolute

to others scrutiny

a whale sings

no torment,

inspiring

extending pen to another’s hand ,

goats run in the enclosure,

a dying man has a kiss

and you see the virginity of

ink taken

and shared,

purpose found

love true

you will now open the door

to those

who knock

dverselogo

 

to share with others your writing and help those who struggle is part of being true to your art

 

Inner Child Press

See the whole page my poem http://www.innerchildmagazine.com/poetry-with-laurasue.php

 

With Jeffrey A Saunders Sr

http://jefferyasanderssr.yolasite.com/blog.php

 

and also Louis Rams

https://www.facebook.com/poetlou

And LauraSue Guitterez whose column with Inner Child Press it is and i am so grateful