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Giving the carabao feelings of wings

The carabaos are grazing again
It is summer and
The white herons are teeming
On the green fields

Some take the usual sight
Of friendship
The white heron on top
Of the carabao’s back

They are so close I wonder
If there is this familiarity
Between them
Their friendship has lasted
For centuries

They say the white herons
Feed on carabao's lice
And to repay the kindness

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paco De Lucia In Guitar Strings

the guitar strings of paco de lucia
are not new to me
the sound of his spanish guitar
strumming on my mind
they were with me
in my childhood
with my friends
we get a smooth
long and strong
coconut palm
take it on top
of a hill
covered with green
carabao grass
and we ride
on the palm
slide it
on the hill
and

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a common plague
here
how a fly
hovering on
a carabao's back
now behaves
and feels like that
big black
carabao itself?

not uncommon
yet everyone
speaks to no one
about
this discrepancy
as the carabao grazes
on the pastureland
stupidly
as usual

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It Is So Common

a common plague
here
how a fly
hovering on
a carabao's back
now behaves
and feels like that
big black
carabao itself?

not uncommon
yet everyone
speaks to no one
about
this discrepancy
as the carabao grazes
on the pastureland
stupidly
as usual

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Farmer and His Carabao

Sitting on a saddle-like mounted stones,
Watching the river runs gently yonder,
Wondrous, countless, tiny whirlpools,
Sublimely caught his eyes to ponder;

Alone, he sees, he hears nothing but
To himself as high as the bird flown,
To charcoaled stem of a dead tree, it sat,
Mimicked all noises if he had not known;

Under that tree, his carabao rests in a paddle,
Snorting and snoozing on his muddy cradle,
But his master came to drag him out again,
So he rose without a splash of complain.

Back and forth, he and his master worked on,
To an acre of land that this man only owned,
As they labored together, time didn’t matter,
‘Till the summons of the night ruled thereafter.

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poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Plain Citizen Juan De La Cruz

he thinks he is part of the government,
correct,
he is part of the people whom the government taxed
taking his money
and later some of his property, his chicken, his pig, his carabao
his plow,
then the government enters into war
plain juan de la cruz becomes the soldier
killing another soldier
in the killing fields in the mine fields he will soon lose his arm
if not both his feet

plain juan de la cruz
then the rebels come, the insurgents, the belligerents
juan de la cruz is not in his house
his wife and children are now the pawns
the victims
the servants
the wife cooks for the comrades the child runs to the nearby store
to buy cigarettes and liquour

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A fly that lands on a carabao feels itself to be higher than the carabao.

Filipino proverbs
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Reality...two

three well covered farmers
plow the rice fields
beating the carabao
under a drizzle of soft rain
this november

at the right side of this scenery
a herd of carabaos graze
vast expanse of grass and
beside them two children flying kites.

on the telephone wire
two finches watch

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My Money

Say you love me

Say you love me
That is the only aspect of my life that I am missing
You saying you love me

I wait for years for you to say that you love me
I have stayed so long alone
I work so hard like a carabao

i have saved so much money
Now please I beg you

say you love me too.

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The Invincible Giant

i am a giant
not a silly cyclop
i have two beautiful eyes
two moons

you are pygmies
ants
am a carabao

i am a tower
of light
you are boat abducted
by a storm

i am a rock
you are the rain
with all these
i only speak

i do not touch you

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