Answer to Game in Poem "The Old Songs"

Answer to Game in Poem "The Old Songs"

The Old Songs

(by Luke Walter A. Ceballos)

Line: Hiding inside myself, to wait and see a different view in my life -- someone waiting home for me, maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder. I know you'll understand, the moment you touch me -- maybe it's you, maybe the old songs. I've been so alone all my life, I guess I wanted something new in my life. I've been saving love songs and lullabies, I'm tired of listening alone.

From the Song: Hiding Inside Myself by Kenny Rankin Something New In My Life by Stephen Bishop It Might Be You by Stephen Bishop The Old Songs by Barry Manilow (Hiding Inside Myself) (Something New In My Life) (It Might Be You) (The Old Songs) (Hiding Inside Myself) (Something New In My Life) (It Might Be You) (The Old Songs)

somewhere i have never travelled (by e.e. cummings)

somewhere i have never travelled
(by e.e. cummings)

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

The Old Songs

The Old Songs

(by Luke Walter A. Ceballos)

Hiding inside myself,

to wait and see a different view in my life --

someone waiting home for me,

maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder.

I know you'll understand,

the moment you touch me --

maybe it's you,

maybe the old songs.

I've been so alone all my life,

I guess I wanted something new in my life.

I've been saving love songs and lullabies,

I'm tired of listening alone.


Game:

I wrote this back in college. There is a pattern I used in writing this. Can you identify the pattern? What is it? Please give your answer in the comments section. Thanks.

Saturday Night is Also Lonely (by Lamberto G. Ceballos; published in Home Life July 1999)

Saturday Night is Also Lonely

(by Lamberto G.Ceballos; published in Home Life July 1999)

The office chores have already been put away

Inside cold steel cabinets.

On the street I am now a stranger

To nondescript faces from nowhere

Only to be gone in the midst

Of interweaving scenes of light

And shadows.

How lonely the hours of one who wlaks alone,

Who feels the pain of a friend's absence.

Here in this KTV bar they don't care

And don't really know if a song is sung

In pain as a love of long ago did

Under a golden moon after losing his bride.

You're not here, my friend,

And I cannot flee from the drowning

Loneliness even when beer mugs clink

In the dimly lit room that engulfs me.

On the sill of my silence

My heart becomes a wounded bluebird

Poised to fly home.

RESPONSES:

from: Ning Trinidad
GSIS, Tuguegarao 3500
Cagayan

Office, Friday July 9, 1999 3:05 p.m. - breaktime

Sitting all alone at my table, eating my ginatan and juice... I came across your eye catching title "... Is Also Lonely."  I was thinking of going out on Saturday, by myself (as always) - on a bar - enjoying the music and at least two shots of Bailey's, then off to my bed at 10:00pm. Yeah, you were right... INDEED, "SATURDAY NIGHT IS ALSO LONELY."


from: Vladimir Lucero
DMMA Tigatto Road
Buhangin 8000 Davao city

Lamberto, my friend: Yours is a masterpiece created to touch my heart. -- from a NEW FRIEND Vladimir

Ang Imong Kanindot (ni Luke Walter A. Ceballos, napatik sa Superbalita Pebrero 16, 2008)

Ang Imong Kanindot

(ni Luke Walter A. Ceballos, napatik sa Superbalita Pebrero 16, 2008)

Unsay naa sa imong hawak

nga sa paglatagaw sa akong huna-huna,

adto man gyud ko mosangit?

Unsay naa sa imong dughan og buko-buko

nga adto man gyud mogakos ang akong ispiritu?

Wala bay nakapahimangno nimo

nga naa kay pamaagi sa pagpakitag mga misteryo

sa imong kada lihok lakip na ang pag-urong?

Ug kini nagdala og peligro nga mga komplikasyon

sa kada inosenting saksi?

Kahibaw ka nga naa kay kupot kanako

ingon nga ang mga bukid gikuptan sa yuta.

Bisan imong gipatag ang akong mga paglaum ubos ngadto sa yuta,

makasibog gihapon kag mga bukid

bisan sa imong wala planohang kanindot.

Unsaon nako ang imong katahom

kung dili man gani tika maangkon?

Dawaton ko na lang ba ang panahom

nga ang kanindot para lang tan-awon?

Nganong ang mga mata di man makontento sa pagtan-aw lang?

Ug gusto man gyud sa kamot nga hikapon ug kuptan

ang kanindot nga dili makab-ot sa mata?

Not a Pager (by Luke Walter A. Ceballos; published in the Philippines Free Press September 12, 1998)

Not a Pager

(by Luke Walter A. Ceballos)

(published in the Philippines Free Press September 12, 1998)

You tear me down to pieces,

each time I think of you.

Turn my head inside out,

the minute you are in it.

You dumbfound me

with songs you learned from MTV.

You keep me thinking,

when you excuse yourself for Jollibee.

You manipulate my heart,

when you press the buttons of your Tamagotchi.

You bag my thoughts

Like a cellphone in your pocket.

But I'm not like a pager

that goes well with your Armani Jeans,

so I won't ask you to be my baby

not like that song from Savage Garden.