Sleep tight, my friend, for there is no ambition better than a dream
Let lantern thoughts drift low across the hush of velvet stream
May silver quiet stitch the edges of your weary seam
And let the night pour honey light across each hidden gleam
...
I told my heart to learn the way to let you go,
To fold the memories up and watch them drift like snow.
You gave the load when mine ran out, so soft and true,
Now I return each kindness that I took from you.
...
I rehearse your name in silence every night,
And fold it in the spaces where words don't fit.
The room goes quiet when you step into the light,
While I pretend my heart is used to it.
...
If there's one thing I wish I could change for myself that's my attitude
I don't know why, but I am always flooded by this negative thoughts
I have my dreams; I have my ambitions
Just don't know how to fulfill those
...
Across the water, slim and pure,
Guicam stretches, bold, and secure.
Concrete that bears the rushing tide,
Binding shores where currents divide.
...
In twenty-sixteen our paths did meet,
Beneath the sun your smile was bright.
I saw you there, my heart's repeat,
And knew at once you felt just right.
...
I watch you move with steady grace,
No boast, no noise, just quiet light.
You meet each challenge face to face,
And turn the dark to morning bright.
...
I lit a cigarette and poured the night,
Tanduay burned sweet and made it right.
The failures faded in the amber glow,
And all the shits I carried seemed to go.
...
Wrong grammar marks our earlier flaws,
You look behind to shift the trace.
The errors echo from those laws,
No eraser lifts the lasting trace.
...
Bakit nga ba lagi kitang naiisip
Sa umaga, tanghali at gabing malamig
Ang iyong larawa'y 'di mawaglit-waglit
Lagi't lagi nalang itong pumapanhik.
...
The world out there is loud and full of noise.
But everything goes quiet at your voice.
I used to count the stars to fall asleep.
Now you're the only anchor that I keep.
...
Sa tabok sa tubig, nipis ug putli,
Ang Guicam nagbukad, maisug ug lig-on kaayo.
Semento nga nag-antus sa kusog nga balod,
Nagbugkos sa mga baybayon nga gibahin sa sulog.
...
Isla Olutanga ang kinalak'han ko,
Hindi man matunog, paka-alamin mo;
Munisipalidad dito'y bumubuo:
Mabuhay, Talusan, Olutanga'ng dulo.
...
Kapagka ang yeso ang ipinambato
Doon sa madaldal na estudyante mo,
At saka-sakaling tamaan ang ulo,
Bala ang babalik sayo mismong noo!
...
Para sa ako, Dictionary ka.
Di na igsapayan kon Oxford o Webster ba
Basta ang importante, ang mahalaga.
Unang kita ko pa lang nimo, kabalo na dayon ko, ikaw na
...
I
Kung isa-isahin ang nangakaraan
Simula no'ng ika'y aking niligawan
...
Donward Caniete Bughaw, also known as Donward Bughaw or Donward Cañete Gomez Bughaw and sometimes Gwanda Wordhub, was an indie Olutangeño and Filipino poet, writer, and licensed professional teacher. Born on June 4,1999, in Santa Catalina, Zamboanga City to Alejandro Gomez Bughaw and Arlene Quimod Cañete, he grew up on the remote island of Olutanga in Laparay, Talusan, Zamboanga Sibugay. He began his early education at Lower Laparay Day Care Center under his grandmother, Editha Buenaventura Revilla. After Grade 3 at Laparay Elementary School, he transferred to the Star Class section at Don Gregorio Evangelista Memorial School in Sta. Catalina, Zamboanga City. He passed the Alternative Learning System Accreditation and Equivalency Test and graduated from Laparay Elementary School in 2011. He graduated from Laparay National High School in 2015, where he served as a contributor and staff writer for Budjong Publication and Associate Editor in English for the Western Portal. He earned his Bachelor of Secondary Education, major in Filipino, from Western Mindanao State University - Mabuhay Campus in 2019. He was also the first and last Editor-in-Chief of SIBYA, the campus' first and last official publication, and wrote the poems 'Kay Devina' and 'Sa Mga Guro, ' the latter of which was featured at http: //noypi.com.ph and included in 21 Tula Para sa Guro at http: //pinoycollection.com. He also won first place in a poem writing contest during one of the university's Palaro events. He passed the Licensure Examination for Teachers in September (2019https: //www.prcboard.com/a-b-let-passers-secondary-let-result-september-2019) and volunteered at Laparay National High School for three months before the COVID-19 lockdown. During the pandemic, he focused on writing and joined several underground literary online writing contests. His muse, Aljine Loquiño, is featured in several of his poems. Some of his achievements include: 1st Place in Pen Wonders International Q/A Contest 14, June 8,2021, for 'Mind-Boggling'; Medallion de Respect in My Words: A Renaissance Father's Day Special for the acrostic poem 'Father'; and Featured Poet in Filipino Poets in Blossoms for 'Best Quote of the Week.' https: //zenodo.org/me/uploads? q=&f=shared_with_me%3Afalse&l=list&p=1&s=10&sort=newest https: //archive.org/details/@donward_caniete_bughaw_/uploads https: //orcid.org/0009-0008-0451-8516)
Better Than A Dream
Sleep tight, my friend, for there is no ambition better than a dream
Let lantern thoughts drift low across the hush of velvet stream
May silver quiet stitch the edges of your weary seam
And let the night pour honey light across each hidden gleam
Breathe in the dark where all the restless questions cease
Feel time unclasp its hurried hands and settle into peace
The stars will keep their watch while shadows learn to leave
And in that softness you can finally dare to believe
No striving, no more climbing up ambition's jagged spine
Just let your heart be borrowed by a gentler, slower sign
Tomorrow waits in patience with its ordinary task
But tonight is only yours to wander, yours to ask
So close your eyes and follow where the quiet rivers run
Trade all your plans for moonlight till the dreaming is done
When morning finds you, it will find you soft and clear
Carrying the world more lightly because you rested here.
'It's okay not to be okay.'
The worst kind of pain is when you're right there in my heart, but nowhere near me.