Parang kailan lang,
ako'y takot pumasok sa paaralan.
Ewan ko, 'di ko maintindihan
kung bakit ganito
ang aking nararamdaman.
Sa kay habang panahon
na iginugol ko sa paaralan,
ako'y nasa ika-labindalawa na nabaitang.
Oo, minsan ako'y napapagod na rin,
pero ako'y magtitiis pa rin.
Ilang buwan na lang,
ako'y magtatapos na sa sekondarya.
Ang daming memorya
ang bumabalik sa akin.
Nagkaroon ng maraming kaibigan
na hindi ko talaga malilimutan.
Dahil sa paaralan,
mas nakilala ko ang aking katauhan.
Malungkot mang isipin,
ito ay isa sa mga susi na magdadala sa akin
sa buhay na aking nais marating.
I remember when we took that trip to Florida
It was late summer and Labor Day weekend
It was our first anniversary celebration trip
We stayed in the honeymoon penthouse suite
Our days were full of exploring antique stores
And the fun popular tourist sites we found
Our nights were full of passion and romance
A trip full of hope and dreams for our future
We found some garage sales along the way
And some rare 1800’s antique carriage lanterns
They had beveled glass, gold and brass accents
We decided to buy the pair to display at home
Years passed and many anniversaries too
Our lanterns have weathered many storms
They are strong resilient and still work today
A great symbol of our love and commitment
He played a duet recorded on tape
years ago when she was young and virgin
full of dreams long before marriage with me
I had heard her crooning once or twice but
I never knew she’s such a good singer
her talent died, for no one cared even
she forgot, now blames me for all her woes
and all that she couldn’t become, or lost in
cares of home and motherhood following
marital rape time and again as price paid
for life to be alive without singing
In seven years, pause your nightly steps
And linger on the threshold for a glance
Upon his face now aged from first romance
And dream of dorm room secrets poorly kept.
The vision of a gilded lower hall,
Rejected kisses, chased to second dates,
Your secrets whispered with the evening’s grace,
His hazel eyes transmuted gold that fall.
Remember how to love him once again
In quiet murmured sheets with rainy tea
And by exchanging souls in breathes of sleep
Until there is no change from now to then.
Life is full of targets to reach
many set by ourselves, wise we think
but it turns out to be very unwise
at the end of the day, our targets sink
Sometimes we're too full of ourselves
not realising how prone we are to fall
so very often it's a case of get up again
make sure you stand on your feet very tall
It is good not to set high standards
just little ones that are one small step
ones to look back on with satisfaction
makes you feel good with a deep-down grip
These little achievements create a glow
one that puts your perspective in flight
looking from afar, seeing the real truth
of what life's about in a clearer light
So make little goals your aim
in reaching them you'll feel better
then the thousand mark isn't too far
except when the king at 100 sends your letter
As sung to the tune of
Help Me Make It Through the Night
The Original song was sung by Kris Kristofferson
Once gold was my long blond hair
But summer's changes turned to fall
Now there's wrinkles on my skin
Lines of memory of it all
Yet you're still here by my side
Love by day and through the night
Flyin' fast, our walk-through time
Hand in hand walk in the Light
And we're still singin' our song
Though baby, I don't understand
How yesterday's tomorrows,
On earthly plains, somehow must end
Many tomorrows are gone
That were once far outa' sight
With you, I've never been alone
Lovely days of golden light
Lord, I'm grateful for this life
Lord, I'm grateful, I'm his wife! <3
Happy 49th Anniversary Jerry, I love you!
A 49th Anniversary song (Sort of a parody!?) to my beloved husband Jerry, from his loving wife, Betty Jo.
As sung to the tune 'Help Me Make it Through the Night'
Original Songwriter: Kris Kristofferson.
Weaving shade, nuance, deft subtle plots,
Leaving wry joke, ink commas, dots
dreams on script unfold, imbued with life,
schemes and clued-in darting figures now rife.
Taunting twist and turn in tale, pivot point,
teasing lavish scene, a buttressed hinged-joint,
matters key, core, glib, lax in broad domain,
scatters glee, sound hint, deep echo’s gold chain
Display onstage rapt passion swept a coup,
convey snap gemstone verse devoid of cue,
author duty bound might accent focus,
daughter birthing play has heart light locus.
Rounds of earnest clapping greet bold set piece,
grounds for earthquake valour a bright life lease,
bowing to staunch flock who treasure art form,
wowing maestro coterie, vast novel norm
Ore occlusion occident.
Zephyrus blue pshent.
Ichor wicker nicker sent.
Bent to leave a dent.
Chaotic code core commode.
Resonant red road.
Cackling crest cockerel crowed.
Roundabout reload.
Serendipity sprite see.
Toll trill tympani.
Yucca yawndrift yellow ye.
Xiphoid xylem xi.
Ravine ricochet relay.
Dread dead dawning day.
Alabaster planchette play.
Houses holy hay.
Fricasee flock frailty fold.
Broken bow old gold.
Baneful bell blossoming bold.
Cross child city cold.
Heliosphere haunt gaunt jaunt.
Grimace gore gauntlet.
Warlock whippoorwill weird want.
Blackening blind bet.
Psychology psychopomp.
Cheer career severe.
Dervish whirling stump sump stomp.
Pump it out of here.
Watch white wailing widow.
Frequency freak mystique.
Nuclear fine fission glow.
Tan the table teak.
This is "House of Khloe" part two
Grand mama has long gone home
Free from disease and pains
Lo, at last our mama has joined Grand ma
In the heavenly assembly
What a sight what a glory that would have been
Grand mama with her adage and admonition
And mama with her melodious voice
Joining the heavenly choir, laying down crowns
And raising the royal diadem in joyous celebration
We the house of Khloe are not mourning again
We also join the host of the heavenly choir
From earth we lay down the crowns as we bow in worship
"Sraboner Dharar Moto Poruk" is a Rabindra Sangeet composed by the legendary Rabindranath Tagore, set to the Bihag raga and Dadra tal. It was first composed in 1914 at Santiniketan and is often associated with the Bengali film Alo (2025), where it was sung by Arundhati Holme Chowdhury.
Monsoon reign, usher during the incessant endurance, the mutiny of the bountiful Frye
A fading croon and even angels ask with then with them on my clan, on my chime to thyme
A childlike serene trickling downpour a pair of interstellar solar pail, a refrain to brim a hoopoe
dear dark nay to know not more than that, even though to intertwine, a cosmos a birdfeeder sow
mundane a lifetime this life a frontage a facade a premise in my low, in my high
Monsoon reign, usher during the incessant endurance, the mutiny of the bountiful Frye
The soccer ball rolls through school days
By Phan Tan Hai
The ball rolls across the schoolyard grass,
mesmerizing the boy who chases it—
kicking until the afternoon snags on the hanging moon,
kicking until the morning sun climbs up to watch;
even Pelé comes to gaze from the veranda,
shouting in a jubilant, midnight dream.
The ball bounds wildly in every direction;
clutching it, he roams the streets to challenge others—
any open space becomes a pitch,
kicking until summer sun and spring rain fade away;
even Messi would be astounded
to see a childhood kick soar high in the dead of night.
The ball travels through school days,
rolling past hills, mountains, rivers, lakes, and distant seas;
with a single strike, a rain of blossoms falls—
an offering to the boundless realm of form and void.
Waking at midnight to gaze across the ten directions,
he sees a thousand clouds drifting past the sun’s rosy glow.
Every milestone
Takes a lot of
Dedication and sacrifice
Every anniversary
Brings memories
Every toast
Ignites our passion
Building companion.
Every celebration
Fills the atmosphere
With jubilation
Giving liberation
Paving way for reunion
Looking back to
Where we all began.
Every ink tells a story
Broadening our awareness
Shout-out to a platform
That has united many
Sharpen lives
Healed hearts
Strengthen mindsets
Accolades to the founders
Happy third anniversary
Cheers to a new milestone.
I let the summer heat buy my silence, isn't it just the birthday blues, replaying that last time I saw you
Another year has gone and the hardest day is here to sit with me again
In my hands, on my chest, rests the weight of your absence
The emptiness in my arms where I held you last..
I give each thought a name and
try to give this grief a place to live outside of myself
I argue with the time, begging it to face me but
3 years feels like an eternity
date night
or fantasy
our hearts glow in candlelight -
as we dance, our desires ignite
anniversary dream!
If Romeo and Juliet could meet
And mate enmasque a thousand years ago,
Then our short period of trick and treat
Could generate a love none would outgrow.
For we hid not behind a frightened mask,
Nor sought protection cleverly disguised;
With eager joy we warmed up to the task
And found ourselves most pleasantly surprised.
Discovery and moonlit interlude
Replaced by coffee bars and taxi rides;
No balcony to climb, no attitude
To change, our long-developed love abides.
The Bard wrote “star-crossed lovers” with his pen,
But we are not; let’s do it all again!
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