We are swords, yet so silent,
Living on this planet.
Like birds that sing every day,
Telling us that the weather is bad.
I fear many things,
For the jungle is deeply disturbed.
Lions think they are the owners;
They rule the goats without mercy.
Hens are persecuted by lions;
They burn while waiting for the rain.
Peace is only a dream in the jungle,
And difficulties begin when we wake.
People pray for the night,
Not for the daylight that brings suffering.
They beg for help because
The elephants disappeared with their promises.
They abandoned the jungle like strangers,
No longer longing for their home.
Who will save the little birds from the lions,
Lost in the darkest part of the forest?
Only brave knights can rescue them.
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Oh God, I Beg!
Oh God to You I strongly implore
To strengthen the throne of our governor
And in his domain to accept me once more
For when I have left from his secure
On my quest for a greener pasture
I had carelessly bitten their enemy's lure
Oh God to You I sincerely pray
To raise up ABS-CBN like GMA
And their big pipz to me shall never play
For I accused them of being unfair
By having with a party a something affair
I hope to that matter they'll put no more care
Oh God to You I truthfully entreat
To set Liberal Party where no one can beat
And that from me they'll never retreat
For when I tried to abandon them
And acted as a rebel with mayhem
I've proven I can‘t live without their tandem
Oh God to You I firmly beseech
To make PNoy's regime remarkably rich
And the Straight Path no one shall breach
For when I campaigned against him not to be our king
It was all propaganda, personal there's nothing
I was just in my career a newly hatched birdling.
-11/02/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Twilight Poems Collection
The More I
'Contem-Plate'
The More
Inappropriately-ly-ly-ly...
Hilarious
Everything...
(Sudden Pratfall.)
Umm. IS.
And That’s A Little
SAD.
-Gray Squirrel
10-20-2025
When I want to cook others beg me to stop.
I once baked a cake that when rolled could hop.
We made it into balls and watched it go down the walk.
Some of it was whisked away by a determined chicken hawk.
Hope that bird does not die, my sister said.
She loves to cook, can make pies, puddings and bread.
If I try to make a hamburger, it scorches black in the pan.
I am the worst cook in Kansas, you can ask my man.
Out of desperation he learned to cook.
He is a really great chef, can maneuver the nook.
Which is to say the kitchen which I begged the builder to leave out.
That put his knickers in a knot, the man swore and gave a shout.
She does not cook, she is really bad at it, my husband explained.
I was going to try cookies yesterday, but everyone complained.
They have cleaned up my messes, and none wanted to do it again.
Luckily I live close to my baking, cooking sister; she is my twin.
i love you but you need to want to stay
sometimes love is merely not enough
i have needs too
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
While you drown in tears everynight
she dosent even care enough to think about you once
While you kneel and beg for her to return
she dosent even care enough to look down
Run before you lose your life to her
forget every moment you ever shared
Try to live once again
I’m in the band called “Beg Your Pardon”
Our latest, “The Luddits Headway”
Sells well, and the “Forest of Arden”
Our hit, has got some airplay
There ain’t no plans for touring though:
The phase of changes lingers on
Our singer left to form the “Zoo”
Our drummer yesterday has gone
The reason was the weak attendance
Our captive crowd went away
Eventually, our independence
Drifts in the truest luddits way..
For goodness sake, I’m not complaining
You see me busking every day
Still “Beg Your Pardon” stuff I’m playing
Although it sounds a bit too plain
In my rendition, but who cares
The people pass me on the street
Last night a lady from upstairs
Came down, and we talked a bit
She was a bassist in “Murango”
An ethnic band that played worldwide
I put some jazz, we danced a tango
Got a few clappings in the night.
A man is born homo-Erectus
Into a world
Where women wants
To usurp authority
A world where
Women will electrocute her man
If she can’t wrap him
Around her little fingers
Thus I often beg God
For one big favor…
Let me die
The death of the righteous
The day I become
An endangered mouse
Beg for the courage
Borrow the power of love
Steal somebody's heart
Now your crown lays broken
And your scepter duly snapped
Your feet so fleet now leaden
Your might of arm too, sapped.
Yet cling you to times due passed
And vainly hope for morrow bright
Your paltry breath would scarcely last
Sustained you still your burning pride
So quick to kneel and grind your head
To dust, so rightly blithe
Your noble soul demands be fed
Its wretched lust for life.
"Forgiveness knows naught the hour to forfeit," ... Ere my time on this field of honor, be this my last decree, for within my final breath, I say to the Eastern Wind who hails through the realm ...
I wish you were dead
and placed on top me~embrace
as friends forever
A fox in the mist
crossed my road driving uphill
~he was so lucky
I could see his shiny eyes
begging for another chance
The dawning sky lightened
as day crept up the horizon
pushing Night
toward his exit passage
While all of early rising
could hear the wind of Night
pleading piteously to the Day:
Do let me stay cast me not away
from Earth, my love so dear,
His grieving tears
of pink and rose bright scaring
early morning sky.
Good-bye, good-bye,
cried the Night to his beloved Earth
each clock tick away from you
I’ll cry
His sighing scattering adrift
A ream of puff white handkerchiefs
to cloud-dot
Day’s blue fresh sky.
Such was his sad farewell
to his love
dear Earth.
So in wait
Night coursed the southern
back world
until the hours
be clocked away,
Waiting for sunset
when he would chase
a tired Day away
in a dazzling blaze
of streaked glory,
To then again
softly shroud
his beloved Earth
in his loving arms
of Night.
when we would rehearse
shallow we had found our purse
things will become worse
we could comprehend
that rules will have to amend
prayers to God send
mouth started to sag
when he had been known to brag
ball would have to shag
always great to know
bad news when off big mouth blow
we had told them so
from will have to rid
attitude would be rancid
acted like a kid
when we crossed the track
we will not be coming back
had burned down our shack
when we saw his wart
lied and sold people short
could end up in court
when we saw him beg
we had looked at his each leg
one would wear a peg
once we knew a judge
after we did start to nudge
he would have to fudge
landed in hay loft
was allergic and had coughed
yet still would be soft
thought that he was cute
dumber than cake with much fruit
big mouth off would shoot
had heard latest tweet
his toes did stick out of sheet
which covered his feet
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