105.
My 26th Leaf
Plucked thee on chest high
As quickly passed by
Big abode's entrance
A very rare chance
Don't know what plant thee
Owned by Gonzaga
Also Hallarda
Among the helpful
Dumarao people
Not a far neighbor
Twentieth of March
When it's early dark
After dinner treat
I was on retreat
Second time in there
Entrance gate inside
Pathway wall beside
House of Gonzaga
Here in the banwa
Way to Codingle
Valedictorian
Bea Gonzaga
Blowout “pahanda”
OLSI Graduation
I Guest Speaker on!
-03/20-21/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Of course I remember that day,
It's burned into my skull.
The violent twists and turns of the numbers,
Like a ship in a storm wrestling across waves.
The sharp knife of the letters,
As they twist deeper into my soul.
Of course I remember that day,
It's can never be erased.
You looking at me with those eyes that draw me in your eyes so well,
You give me butterflies everytime you come nearby or something u tell,
As I lay on your chest and don't drift away,
I always wanna be yours no matter how far you go away.
I never want a future if you don't belong in it bae <3
You make me fall for you each and everyday.
The love that I feel for you has no sum,
It is infinite number with no end,
but still this love for you I cannot bend.
T’was the day after Christmas and the reindeer were asleep.
The elves had been resting their feet and were not making a peep.
Mrs. Claus tiptoed around Santa who was snoring away.
It was a totally kick-back, sleepy, easy relaxing day.
North pole festivities had stopped, baking had ceased.
No one cared a bit if their uniforms were ironed or creased.
December 26th is the beginning of a holiday in Christmas town.
If you are gutsy enough to visit, we will bed you right down.
No; I'm not unhappy
I never cry on Lockdown system
I'm not crying more now
6pm to 6am
The virus likes to be wanderer
In my city I am happy in pangs
Opening window
Air with daylight comes maybe with nCoV-19
I am not afraid of this
Thirsty throat, hungry belly
Water and food comes maybe with the unseen killer
No I don't care
Hackneyed now the daily news of death is
Joking arrow of blame penetrating jeering hives
Earth loves to degrade herself
I drink air, sunlight, water with unseen hemlock
I eat daily foods with destined poisonous mock
Coz world downing in tragic melodrama Lock
20.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
A-dmired for beauty and excellence,
L-ea' daughter is so precious;
L-asting brilliance in existence
I-s so great and tremendous;
A-round the world, yes, there is
H-ighly prized jewel you cannot lose.
G-leaming perfection of her
E-mblazes the 26th day much brighter,
M-aking her radiance shine this October.
White snow to blossom
Air shivers' two thousand sixteen
Tree petals falling..'
acrostic
C Christmas tree has lost its gear. We
H Hail its coffin - that long narrow box.
R Rest in Peace until next year when
I Immanuel will return to His flocks.
S Santa's gifts are up for exchange.
T Tons of yard scenes now undressed while
M Merchants discount all holiday stocks.
A Atheists are still not impressed - our
S Savior remains on their chopping blocks.
written Jan 1, 2016
Dazed I stood at the site I could not believe
Surely my eyes were wrong and attempting to deceive
A flash of red had led me to this world unspoken
She was trapped under his body so utterly broken
Still I don't know what I thought through all of that commotion
But I had to preserve what a father had saved with his unending devotion
Through the muck and rain I wiped her tears
As she told me of her life, hopes, and fears
I prayed this light would not fade away
Like the sun on that stormy April day
Above we heard from under our soaked blanket
A cry from the others telling her she was going to make it
I am not the one who deserves praise for such bravery
For the hero's were our neighbors who showed true comradery
I can hear your voice on the other end of the phone,
Weak in places and trembling;
I know you’re trying to keep it together
Because I’m doing exactly the same thing.
I don’t understand any more either.
Why does it never seem worth it?
When I’ve worked so hard for other things
And have that wide open future waiting…
Moments of madness take over
And I forget.
‘ Can She Pick ‘Em … ’ 26th Senryu
Boy, Can She Pick ‘Em !
From Machiavelli-Boyfriend
Rasputin-Husband
'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
The children were sleeping, too tired to arouse.
When all of a sudden there appeared in the room
Mama in her dustcap, carrying a broom.
She tackled the tree, taking much care
To remove every light, the tree was soon bare.
She packed everything, put it safely away
On a shelf in the attic, until next Christmas Day.
She dragged out the tree, then heaved a big sigh,
Sat down with her coffee and had a good cry.
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