54.
Ode to the Flower of October 2011
Got thee on Foundation Day
Twenty-nine years our school stay
Worth to remember indeed
It must be something to heed
One year past, I was there last
But joined event, not yet must
Because on that time before
I was not yet a member
But this time can't imagine
This occasion I'm now in
Last year I was also there
CapSU-Dumarao dreamer
On that time just applying
Too Gaisano opening
Oh this flower's memorial
My bio's historical
First shake hand with Gov. Tanco
Saw Congressman Haresco
Got thee just after my lunch
At Tanco Resort – from bunch.
-10/15/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
45.
Ode to the Flower of June 2011
Got thee at ‘bout four-thirty
While clouds are gray & rainy –
Oh how I missed my real plan
TED Orientation was gone
Flower there must be better
Event's worth to remember
It was because of nonsense
Momentum near decadence
This time I was in hurry
So I must be not sorry
Slip not oh flower of June
Despite bad weather, there's boon
And oh I can't imagine
There's something red & glowin'
While alone in Amang Hall
A little drizzle, befall
Sitting in front computer
Door's open, saw I flower
Went out for awhile to get
Red santan bundle that's wet.
-06/30/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
41.
Ode to the Flower of May 2011
Got thee on twentieth May
At town hall's façade you lay –
I planned this day to get you
Possible that we can do
For Summer Class Finale
Notable activity
Related to a lesson
The Church – Social Dimension
In white t-shirt we look neat
When we were almost complete
Under the shade while we wait
For others who seemed so late
And without hesitation
Proceeded I election
Little yellow bloom I picked
From green grasses where it sticked
So far it's the tiniest
And obviously the humblest
Then we went to town's parish
That moment we should cherish!
-05/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
40.
Ode to the Flower of April 2011
Got thee at the façade
Of my father's stone abode –
This day in world history
Important for somebody
England's future king & queen
Just got their Royal Weddin'
While writing this poem of mine
They're in their reception shine
Just after watching TV
I got this white pen with me
To write this poem of this month
With flower that's not fragrant
Which I picked this afternoon
Knowing Royal Wedding's soon
That's ‘coz I'd no more reason
This month just went on and on
Without any occasion
Wherein I can attend on
So this fourth flora's unique
Like a lid, like a gimmick.
-04/29/2011
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
39.
Ode to the Flower of March 2011
Got thee on so-called Lit. Day
At second Ramayan play –
Oh how this day tested me
When time came, not yet ready
8 AM our program must
Most unprepared, oh aghast
Others were out the junction
Sounds went into malfunction
Disappointed superiors
Extended out their clamors
And moved the program further
Towards a one noon after
Thanks God there's no more trial
Lit. Day flowed through its final
Proud of my BEED IV
With their guts & splendor
But when everything's over
Cendy left flower scepter
Then Lorie Jean picked it up
Saw it timely, got asap.
-03/08/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
38.
Ode to the Flower of February 2011
Got thee on Feb's final day
In CapSU when clouds are gray –
Got no flower before thee
On Valentine's Day must be
When my Ramayan students
On program displayed talents
Where showered they some flowers
For Rama-Sita lovers
But after presentation
My mind forgot its mission
Oh flower of February
Alas! Why you slipped from me?
Need to think another day
What'ver flower come what may
Days passed not so important
To get one I'm reluctant
Resolved to wait ‘til last day
And found one on a pathway
After logged out from admin
To lib while JS pendin!
-02/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011
The rumbling, crashing, riotous falls
were like instruments intent on
singing out their percussion.
Each watery movement came in
orchestrated rhythm, appearing as
the master of the scene
yet arriving on unheard cue.
The wild and noisy disorder of the
magnificent Niagara Falls were an
ever-changing mosaic of color
that could tumble from a
box of pastels.
In the sunlight they were soft,
no matter how bright the light became,
and always just as pleasing as the
gelato that sat in our waffle cones.
We dashed for cover as the sky
turned like a woolen gray shawl
upon the rolling hills behind us.
Colors arced into a bold sky,
stretching as open hands reaching
for the sun-kissed rain.
The colors were that bit more beautiful,
like God had polished the world afresh.
And how could we begrudge
those blessed drops?
For with them came
the rainbow, the greenery,
the cheery flowers, renewed vigor and
every other slice of life we so enjoy.
*AS EYES FIRST MEET*
a glance to a kiss
with, je ne sais quois ,inside
on romance's ride
a glance to a kiss
love at first sight I suppose
why so,no one knows
a glance to a kiss
to a marriage of bliss-
something..not to miss
It is with great sadness we say goodbye.
To a truly smashing real good guy.
His name is Mike Parke who was our boss
The whole of 202 now feel lost.
He leaves behind his good lady.
The one we know simply as Kady.
Our sympathies are really with you.
From all the guys and girls from 202.
Mike you were a quality bloke.
And this sad news made us all choke.
Soldiers and Friends all alike
Wish to say farewell Mike.
As a technician you were a card
Your first lines were really hard
As a boss you were the best
Now you can be laid to rest.
It eventually comes to an end
When we have to say goodbye to a dear friend
You will be missed by one and all
Until we meet at heavens ball
Recalling 2011
Written: by Miracle Man
August 12, 2021
A violent wind, thunderous, and loudly,
moves some stationary things it touches.
If in the “fraidy hole” hunkering proudly,
you've evaded mother natures clutches
“It’s an all-too-human frailty to suppose
that a favorable wind will blow forever.”
Rick Bode
~ Solidarity, learn from yesterday ... live for today ~
Quote by: Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
22. 07. 2021
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
77 people were killed and around 90 wounded in
the terrorist attacks
Oslo / Norway 22. 07. 2011
Car Ride, Oxford, 2011
It's been raining long enough that I could not tell when day faded and night entered.
But there are too many other things to notice: a dim glow that
waxes and wanes as we turn,
translucent lines on the window massaged gently
into my face by the low beams.
The engine hums softly; it has already lulled Sister to sleep.
But not me.
Soon, I will dissolve into the rhythms that this machine provides. My assimilation will be total.
Except that they lurk just over the line between hill and horizon.
They are clearly giants.
I see limbs, ragged and spread into the sky.
Imagine if they uprooted and stormed out of the woods,
to wreck this pristine Oxford morning.
To paint the horizon orange far too early.
It's raining. I nod gently in farewell
until the rhythms take me
and I roll silently away.
No words, can true love express,
nor verse,fine sonnet or song,
the need,the longing to give;
No touch, can true love relieve,
nor kiss,cuddle or caress
the desire,to quench this fire
to have,receive and believe;
No comfort,can true love keep,
in letter or token lock
our longing to receive.
Straight up at Midnight
The Moon and Jupiter were,
Crisp and very clear.
watching snow fall in the city
i think about the soldiers
that fought in world war two
dying every day.
i think about the homeless
and where they might find warmth.
i think about death, slowly
with calculation.
i think about greed, insulated excess.
about subliminal messages.
a wave of soaking paranoia.
anxious.
fear.
unnecessary.
i think jazz piano fingers speak
with dynamic voice of god.
jack kerouac was right
to believe what he saw.
i think these stories are all true.
i think about listening closely.
can you hear it?
raging silent.
silence.
science.
vibrant.
smiling.
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