My poem, Woman On A Bike, has reached more than 32,000 netizens in less than three days and still counting.
Praises for the poem from netizens:
Rock Drilon: “It is a beautiful poem about the correlation between biking and governance written by a biker-writer who brought world-class musicians to Iloilo City.”
Ramon Magsaysay: “With this poem, I see a healing, unifying Presidency this May! Writer has both experience and wisdom and courage.”
El Mer Di: “Brilliant!”
Jun Lisondra: “Ganda! ”
Evelyn Rimando: “Love it! Powerful message.”
Fides Bagasao: “Cleansing rain!”
Dionisia Bejar Dizon: “Very nice poem. Love it!”
Gina Bernal Rapiñan: “Maganda ang poem”
Maria Cora Sastre: “I had goosebumps reading this poem! Thank you!”
Karen Silva Crisostomo: “Beautiful poem!”
Rody Mabutas: “Nice poem. We can also convert it into a nice song. Wow!”
Ningning Munoz: “Awesome!”
Lilia Rances: “Powerful!”
Bella Saman: “Grabe! Ang ganda ng poem!”
Ferdi Nand: “Super!”
In a latest development, Pablo Tariman’s poem Woman On A Motorcycle is included in the anthology Pink Poems Para Kay Leni out on February 14.
Reserve your copy through the Facebook Page of San Anselmo Press.
P330 per copy plus shipment.
Text or call 09065104270
My viral poem in full:
THE WOMAN ON A BIKE
The lady is quite a sight
Riding a bicycle
Leading a sea of riders
In the south.
By instinct
She knows
The importance of balance
And keeping on course
Without losing equilibrium.
In another setting
She can blend
In an island
Ravaged by
Ruthless wind and sea.
She knows
How to listen
And feel the pulse
Of ordinary people
With no roofs
Over their heads
And nothing to eat
On the table.
Her mind
Has a strength
All its own
Quietly probing
Taking away
The flippant
Content with pure logic.
I like her brand of courage
And her sharp mind
Cutting through
A sea of difficult discourse.
One can sense
She likes the value
Of listening
Rather than
Be carried away
By empty rhetoric.
When she speaks
She doesn’t harangue
While common sense flows
Like a cleansing rain
In a sea of charlatans.
No need to think hard
To find out
Who can lead —
Who can inspire —
With an ounce of pure courage
Coming from heart and mind.
The last glimmer of hope
Of the islands
Is a woman
And a mother
Honed by countless storms
And swollen rivers.
Didn’t have to go far
To see
That a woman
On that bike
Will see us through
After years
Riding through the darkness
In the tunnel
Of uncertainty.
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