Artchil Daug


Artchil Daug Poems

41. Being 8/19/2012
42. A World Gone Sour In Hope 8/19/2012
43. Dasein 8/20/2012
44. Boundaries 8/20/2012
45. Restraint 8/20/2012
46. Battleship 8/20/2012
47. Love 8/20/2012
48. Arousal 8/20/2012
49. Ashera 8/20/2012
50. Discotheque Breeze 8/20/2012
51. Tickle 8/20/2012
52. Twilight (Haiku) 8/20/2012
53. Being And Time (Haiku) 8/20/2012
54. Working Buffalo (Haiku) 8/20/2012
55. Early Morn 8/21/2012
56. Glory In The Buddha's Head 8/21/2012
57. Moonlight Sonata 8/21/2012
58. First Memory 8/21/2012
59. The First Books 8/21/2012
60. Air In The Afternoon 8/21/2012
61. A Child Playing 8/21/2012
62. The Watchman 8/22/2012
63. I Am 8/22/2012
64. Childhood Solitude 8/22/2012
65. Contemptuousness 8/22/2012
66. Journey 8/24/2012
67. Advanced Engineering 8/24/2012
68. Love, Now 8/24/2012
69. Neighborhood Fire 8/24/2012
70. Pantomime Of A Madman 8/23/2012
71. The Tribe 8/25/2012
72. Procrastination 8/25/2012
73. Purpose 8/25/2012
74. Scriptures 8/25/2012
75. Idleness 8/25/2012
76. Rights 8/25/2012
77. Meaningful 8/25/2012
78. Faithfulness 8/25/2012
79. White Noise 8/25/2012
80. Incompatible 8/25/2012
Best Poem of Artchil Daug

Techno-Barangay

The barangay,
in the country sides,
is a small satellite,
transmitting
the pregnancy of
young girls,
the underachievers,
or the local playboy,
to radio antennas
broadcasting signals
from waiting sheds
in strategic positions
to human dishes,
eating words
as the local past time.

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Fun Run For Progress

They run, moving forward,
as gazelles, jumping over mountains,
past oceans of agriculture, near lakes
of suburban shacks, temporary Roman villas
that can vanish in smoke,
a badly positioned fart on eyes
deaf and beyond description,
running, steam locomotives, lost
in the provincial sunrise, hostage,

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