on Friday night, by ISIS terrorists
in gay Paris
Let us weep for them, let us weep for them, let us weep for them...
how does one not remember
the blind anger
spewing as live bullets
as searing fire
tearing apart the hearts
of the innocents?
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how did the prophet Muhammad look?
is it a racial slur to display his photo or caricature?
sometime in a middle of a walk to Walgreens
i would ask myself: did i share anything to a girl
when i was a young man. if i did, where?
so many things in the old mind
each time i see young couple--with golden heads--
jogging on the other side of Newport road.
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daydi daniw a kayatko a basaem
nagpukkawak a nangipasimudaag
iti kaaddak iti batogmo, iti balayyo,
ngem naliday a nagsubli ti timekko,
awan arimekmek, napaumel
dagiti kuriat,
makaalliaw ti ulimek ti rabii
naglumen dagiti bituen iti tangatang.
the silence, breathing, was eerie, an enemy/umang-anges ti ulimek, kabusor
and i walked away thinking of you,/ket immadayoak, pampanunotenka,
the rose in your ear,/ti rosal iti lapayagmo,
my feet heavy,/ nabantot dagiti sakak
my heart drenched in sadness./ti pusok nadarugsoy iti liday
i wanted you to find a little time/kayatko a maaddaanka iti sangkausit a tiempo
to read my poetry--about you ascending./a mangbasa iti daniwko--sika a sumang sang-at
the padsan, a water jug on your head,/iti karayan padsan, nagsusuon iti sangmalabi a danum
a round red sun in the gabu sky/ti nalabaga nga init iti law-ang ti gabu
a breeze whipping a lock/maysa a nginabras ti buokmo
of your tender hair./lalailuen ti angin
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