897.
Pag-asa kay Santa Rosa
Oh Santa Rosa
Isang Santo ng Pag-asa
Patron ng Pagtitiyaga
Humihiling ako sa iyo
O Santa ng Pransiya
Na ako ay muling magkatrabaho
Tinulungan mo ang mga taga-Amerika
Tulungan mo rin ako
Oh matatakbuhang Santo ng Pag-asa.
-10/27/2025
(Dumarao)
*9 Santo ng Pag-asa
820.
Friend of America ni Pres. Duterte
May 8 Magagandang nagawa
Si Pres. Duterte sa bansa
“Friend of America” ay isa na rito
Kaibigan ng Amerika ang bansang ito
Sa kabila ng pagdistansiya sa mga Kano
Estados Unidos ay kaibigan parin tayo
“Friend to All, Enemy to None”
Kay PDuterte bansa natin ay ganyan.
-03/28/2022
(Dumarao)
*8 Magagandang Nagawa ni Pres. Duterte sa Bansa
(77th Birthday of PDuterte)
442.
Bangko kg Bulan
1973 – gintukod ang isa ka talaguan sg kwarta
Sg mga sumulunod ni Allah
Islamic Development Bank ang ngalan sini niya…
1966 – nadiskubre ang isa ka bulan sa Saturn nga planeta
Sg isa ka iskolar nga taga-Amerika
Epimetheus ini kon tawgon siya…
Bangko kg Bulan sa iya pagbata!
-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
as Amerika obsesses over its skin~ red wolves smell blood and circle in
Living in white enclaves
Insane dreams they are secure
Till a twelve gauge points
Into their prayerful direction
Losing body sensation
God, please be their salvation
June 26, 2020
4pm PSTB
Poem# 1,316
Villanelle: I woke up in the middle of the morning dream
"Happy Birthday" Amerika !
I woke up in the middle of the morning dream
Found my family sucked under plastic carpet slime
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream
My father in his rocking chair choked in pipe-dream
My children all out on the lawn playing at crime
I woke up in the middle of the morning dream
My mother in the kitchen plastered full of cream
The baby in the cradle cage covered in slime
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream
I plucked the iPhone floating past broken pipes steam
To call my Senator through unplugged bathtub grime
I woke up in the middle of the morning dream
Two eels came slithering out of the wall's cracked beam
And the basement coughed up miles and miles of rude rhyme
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream
I saw my country sinking under stale ice-cream
And the President on breaking news making mime
I woke up in the middle of the morning dream
Too late to draw the shutters or let out a scream
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Gaddafi
I see America dancing in oil sodden nights, nostrils stinking the scent of death
Your ghost exorcising demons of colonialist clout, walking along banks of the lost river
River that lost its freedom
Your shadow suffocating under the smell of exile and scent of slums
Gaddafi, propaganda is fart, fart deodorizing the winds of the villages
I have a burning passion to bring back the dimples and wrinkles of this country.
Ghaddafi
Ich seh Amerika tanzen in öltriefenden Nächten, Nasenlöcher verströmen den Duft des Tods
Dein Geist treibt Dämonen kolonialistischer Macht aus, schreitet an Ufern des verlorenen Flusses entlang
Fluß der seine Freiheit verlor
Dein Schatten erstickt unterm Geruch des Exils und dem Duft der Slums
Ghaddafi, Propaganda ist ein Furz, Furz der die Winde der Dörfer deodorisiert
Ich spür eine brennende Leidenschaft, die Grübchen und Falten dieses Landes zurückzubringen.
Inauguration day just 3 weeks away,
hope Trump will be good president I pray,
draining the swamp,
after the pomp,
hopefully in his first 100 days,
News lately somewhat troubling,
Obama ousting the Russians,
new cold war,
Barack out the door,
Trump having to deal with repercussions,
Hope Trump keeps his word at all costs,
don't know how long US can last on life support,
will there be change,
will it be the same,
of meet the new boss, same as the old boss,
JFK was one of the best we had yet,
though his mentors thought they knew what was best,
Constitution prez,
meant what he said,
ignoring oligarchy caused his death,
Our Constitution needs to stay intact,
every year its more under attack,
liberties gone,
don't get me wrong,
we could become Amerika thats a fact.
12-31-16
Gulls circled above, spiralling through car exhaust
Kids fidgeted in the backseats of chaos
Eerie silence, interrupted by overheated transmissions
Someone blasting The Doors...theme music
Stern, heavily armored Homeland Security soldiers
Slowly approached, assuming insurrection
Just another day in the new Amerika
Land of the free, home of the brave
Large signs proclaim:
"All contents must be declared, please exit your
Vehicle when stopped"
Off to the side, transport busses waited
Like praying mantis seizing their victims
Filling quickly,
abandoned cars quickly towed
Destination unknown
Destination
Unknown
04/12/13
© All Rights Reserved
The next world war
yet another prophecy predicted
Uncle Sam is a bad bad man
George W Bush is a terrorist
we must stop it before it's too late
Iraq is not the threat
the axis of evil begins in Amerika
a dangerous deadly regime
U.S now a police state
governed by a greedy dictator
stop the evil
war is not peace
What did they do to u?
Forced you to hide
From fear of Gestapo.
From fear of murder.
Now germans look
at Amerika and spit.
I have something to say to
Germany.
At least America didn't melt
its own people
into ash yet.
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