Maleficent - "The Curse" (BALIWFICENT INSPIRED xD )

Grendel's Mother (from Beowulf movie)

KUNG AKO IMONG HIGUGMAON

Kung ako imong higugmaon, di ka magmahay
Kay ihatag ko ang imong kalipay
Kalipay nimo nga mag anam-anam ug patay
Sa kasing-kasing ko, bahala na bai!


Apan ikaw akong gikaibgan
Wala may labot ang tanan
Kay kini akong namatikdan
Nagpamatuod na nga gugmaan man

Kung ako imong higugmaon, ikaw rasad akoa
Bisag kanus-a ako mag pangita sa imo ra
Bisag asa ka mupadong pangitaon taka
Higugmaon taka hantod sa mureklamo ka

Apan langga Akong gugma sama sa "balloon"
Kung di nimu kuptan pag ayo makabuhi na hinoon
Oh lagi, buhaton nako tanan kung ako imu higugmaon
Apan ako nagdahum na tana mao sad imu buhaton.

PELAEZ 2014

GIMINGAW AKO

"Ang kahayag sa kabuntagon mupanaw
sa kapait ning akong gibating kamingaw.

Ang kangitngit sa kagabhion musamot ug kaitom
kung ikaw dili makita sakong panan-aw.

Apan ako way mabuhat kundi maghuwat,
maghuwat kung kanus-a ka mubalik ug
magkauban napod ako ug ikaw"

-PELAEZ (2014)

PRINSESA SA KATAWHAN

"Rayna sa plaza" kon siya tawagon

Ali! Atong ila-ilahon!

Di gayud ka magmahay kung siya amiguhon

Apan way adlaw nga di ka niya pakataw-on.

Princess Christine Entrada, ang gingalan sa iyaha

Prinsesa sa mga higalang gamahal niya

Apan ayawg kompyansag pasakitan siya

Kay nah! ma-isolate jud ka sa plaza!

Sa likod sa iyang pagkamalipayong gipakita sa katawhan

Adunay daghang problema na iyang gipas-an

Problema na sama sa linog na di mahibaw-an

Busa ang pag-abot niini iya nang gipangandaman.

Ari matapos ang akong pagpaila sa iyaha

Ayaw pagduha-duha!Duol ug siya amigaha!

"Taweet, manok, tine, mama, mhy, brad, sis,bro..." pay imong itawag sa iyaha

Dawaton gihapon ka niya magkinaunsa.
                             (PELAEZ 2013)

      

(As requested by mamhy Princess Christine Entrada)

Me and mamhy :P

SAMAD by Hi-D Palapar

Ang dugo nga mitulo sa samad sa akon kasingkasing

Puwang tinta nga milama sa panit sa akong pagbati,

Ug dugayng’ mapapa bisan hugasan pa kini nimo

Sa imong laway

Ug pahiran pa kini

Sa imong palad.

Dugay miundang ang pagdugo sa maong samad

Bisa’g gisampongan ko kini og dahon sa paglaum,

Gihiktan og taas nga panapton sa panahon,

Ug human tambali sa mertayolet

Sa kalagot, gitabunan sa gapas

Ug plaster sa kalimot.

Karon, ang samad, kay samad man kini, sa iyaha ra misira,

Mikugan ug miuwat, apan ang kangutngot sa imong

Pagbudhi ug pagbiya kanako motumaw

Sa kabugnaw tunga-tunga sa kagabhion,

Ug walay sipyat nga motandog

Sa akong kabukogan.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Haidee Emmie K. Palapar

• 34 years old
• born on December 27, 1977
• Status: Single
• has no children

More details about the author: http://www.slideshare.net/ayheytyu/about-the-author-of-samad

Click here for the poem analysis: http://www.slideshare.net/ayheytyu/about-the-author-of-samad

THE RAVEN by Edgar Allan Poe (Illustrated by Paul Gustave Doré)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -

Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -

`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!



ABOUT THE AUTHOR:


Edgar Allan Poe

• born on January 19, 1809, in Boston, Massachusetts
• Son of Elizabeth and David Poe Jr.
• an editor, journalist, poet, literary critic, and short story writer
• adopted by  John and Frances Allen
• best known for his use of Gothic, horror, mystery tales and psychological drama
• Despite his success as a writer, he lived in poverty. He suffered from alcoholism, depression, and possibly diabetes. 
• Died on October 7, 1849 with his last words, "Lord, help my poor soul." 

If you want to know how he crafted his poem, "The Raven", scan over this attached powerpoint presentation I made in my  SURVEY OF LITERARY THEORIES class.

Click here: http://www.slideshare.net/ayheytyu/philosophy-of-composition

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these photos.

SOURCE:
http://www.candlelightstories.com/2011/10/26/edgar-allan-poes-the-raven-illustrated-by-paul-gustave-dore/