Best Norte Poems
The only thing that hurts me so:
Your saying, "No can do."
I burned my list of painful things
And crossed the line for you.
I know you mean not shatter hearts,
A noble deed indeed.
But sometimes fact negates intent
And crashes at full speed.
My love is not conditional,
But I must gain control.
I must restrain myself so much
It empties out my soul.
Promise me that you will try,
A promise you won't break.
I'm not supposed to speak a word.
A risk I had to take.
I can't traverse back to that place
'Cuz I've been bad enough.
My friendship you will always have
As long as you hang tough.
I know not what you're dealing with
And maybe that's for best.
I can only sit and hope
And pray you pass this test.
There's one thing I must Post Script.
You know you're my North Star.
We cannot correspond like this,
But I'll never be that far...
A mi Estrella Norte
Naciste en San Jose, California; eres Americana. Mis padres creados en Guanajuato, son Mexicanos. Me crié hablando espanol con música de mariachi y fue inculcada en mi la cultura y tradiciones de mi México. Estuviste toda tu vida en los estados unidos, creciste comunicándote en inglés y celebrando el cuatro de julio. Yo se que la familia es la cosa más importante del mundo. Tu siempre piensas en tus amigos y los pones delante de ti misma. Yo he sido rodeada por machismo y el doble estándar. Tu aprendiste a sobresalir, y siempre se te a enseñado que en tu país, todo es posible. Mis orígenes son de un país más pobre con menos oportunidad, pero donde somos trabajadores. Tu pais es mas poderoso y demasiado rico, pero donde los más adinerados, estan donde estan por su herencia, no por que tan lejos llegaron ellos mismos. Ustedes tienen a un idiota que se quiere lanzar como presidente. Nosotros tenemos a un idiota como presidente. A mi se me enseñó a respetar a mis mayores. A ti se te enseno a tratar a la gente como ellos te tratan a ti. Yo estaba limpiando la casa a los seis años. Tu duras horas mirando tu celular.La gente mexicana me dice que tengo que subir de peso y nunca me paran de ofrecer comida. Tu gente americana tiene la idea que la más flaca que eres, mejor, y te dicen que te cuides para no engordar. Yo soy mexicana. Tu eres orgullosa de ser americana. Cuando voy a mexico, la gente me critica por venir del “norte.” Me dicen que soy muy americanizada. De acuerdo a lo que mi propia gente me dice, no soy mexicana real. Tu te sientes igual. Los americanos te preguntan de donde eres. Como si no hubieras vivido en américa toda tu vida. Como si ni siquiera fueras Americana. Los mexicanos me consideran más americana que mexicana. A ti los americanos solamente te consideran mexicana. Si yo no soy mexicana, y tu no eres americana, entonces quienes somos? Donde pertenecemos?
Surigao del Norte,
the province of attraction and tourism,
a light and wealth of the nation before me,
seed of freewill and liberty.
The perfume of the gregarious sea breeze,
the sweet scent of the cheerful environment,
the calmness and never-ending beauty of tourism,
with daring music of my dreams,
will surely amuse the lovely guests.
Crystal water and the white sand of beaches,
exotic and strange portrayal of caves,
boundless and verdant mangroves trees,
rich soil of nickel and gold,
beauty brings endless amusement,
a place to live.
Heretofore, with gentle wind,
with tenor music of birds,
with mild waves on the lips of the shore,
a breathtaking crack of dawn,
with the embrace of morning dew,
and the entirety, racing to say,
welcome and good day!
Excerpt from the book: Whisper of Life
Read more writings of Cesar @ http://www.cesargealogo.com
It’s one of the masters of colony domination
and the longest standing territory with unchanged defined borders.
The wave power of praia do Norte
attracts the unique technology of a wave farm existence.
In a compound of many flats, it’s the most reserved
and one of the twin sisters
in their menopausal period of the life imprisonment era.
The first domineering power to abolish human right repressiveness
which sustains the oldest alliance made in the world.
It’s a colourful identity, maintained by the porto
which has been imitated by regional powers.
Shines through a record-breaking Santa Claus parade
and hitting heights with a ‘half-a-county’ dinning.
Known continental praises of remarkable length in Vasco da Gama;
shows off mini-glory in the league of large firework rockets;
an intangible cultural heritage in the express exhibition of fatalism;
are highlights to its greatness
spreading from porto to Lisbon, then Braga to Benfica and overseas
contributing its ink, in the inscriptions of the developed giants.
(Homage to the Kwanza River
" Water mother " of Angola)
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
In the central highlands
We see thee rise in Mumbué
And 960 kilometers of undoubted majesty
To the north and west
Since the municipality of Chitembo, in Bié
Stretch out on the big curve design
Before the hug, so sweet, so strong
You give to the salt of the Atlantic
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic kwanza!
With an enviable basin
For two hundred and fifty
Kilometers, you are navigable
From the mouth to the Dondo
Where the dams of Cambambe and Capanda
Render yourself patriotic reverence
By the megawatts of power
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
As well as to the national currency unit
In the two provinces, thy name this also:
At its northern margin, Kwanza Norte
And Kwanza Sul, on the opposite bank, equally
They pay more than deserved tribute
It never takes me
More than a wink of an eye
To travel from the Levant people
To the people of Minoa
Via yellow river, Norte Chico
Egypt, Harappa and Mesopotamia
I’d seen enough falls and rises
Like the ocean’s weaves
Embedded with few moment’s high tides
And receding low ebbs
While living in houses of Uruk and Memphis
I encountered with enough love and hate
To satisfy their basic instincts
Some went too low, some were too great
To preserve human development and progress.
In the course of my travelling
Through the great river Nile
Among the valleys of Euphrates and Tigris
I’d seen wonderful minds
In heaps of war, conspiracy, deception and lies
With multiple injuries
When I laid in the trenches of lust and greed
In the battle fields of Polynesia
I’d seen the indomitable human spirit
How it withheld the cruelties of Athenians and Spartans
And pushed forward the great human civilization
………………to be continued ……..
Haga un esfuerzo, desgaste de la chaqueta de la cara norte para evaluar si se siente cómodo, compra en casa. squat-Up derecha hasta el cuello; ver cómo encaja en el cuello, La cremallera debe parecer una espada cuando sacó de su funda. La mano bolsillos más cálidos no deben mostrar mayor en la parte delantera, incluso con las manos y las mu?ecas pulg Gemelos tienen cierres de velcro suave y flexible opción Centaur.
?Eso es todo? No, Su juicio selección termina sólo cuando se haya comprobado dos cosas más. ?Es usted agradable vistiendo la chaqueta? Pruebe un buen tama?o y el contorno; Mueve las manos como lo haría realmente. Abajo chaquetas como las chaquetas de la cara norte tienen diferentes perfiles para los ciudadanos.
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Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
albeit beastie boy
figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,
countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she facilitated emotional airflow
i.e. Stephanie Dodds,
(sat straight as an arrow)
whereat this client purged, avow
hid lee, his psycho
logical reflux backflow
(Matthew Scott Harris) did crow
as said professionally trained
medicine woman actively listened,
(no doubt other male patients
similar to yours truly entertained
(alignment with see
thing hormonal concurrence,
where ego super vies iz
Id dee hot - hook line, and sinker
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
who sired, midwifed, and fathered
psychoanalytic theories)
sexual kindled fantasies,
viz being bedfellow
this soul, hood doth not bellow,
but keeps mum
(during my allotted time),
yet willingly shares
with utter strangers
intimate gal olive
hunt ting fantasy,
that doth beshadow
obviously no intent to breach
such prurient thoughts, bestow
foolscap upon mine noggin,
and most definitely blow
future appointments
with aesthetically pleasing
(tomb maa cryptic) bowwow
wing hot diggity
dog inner primate, perhaps,
and not surprisingly get brow
beaten, where dire
erect tor of facility
wilt hell me
"go take a hike to
penile solitary bungalow,"
where all manner of
libidinous desires wanna burrow
(where warren peace
can thrive hare and now),
on par with rabbit - burr reader,
which confinement would
not principally peter out
till dawning transgression vetted,
and avered final cockrow
trumpeted, norte - til last cornrow
reaped, hence unable
to thwart counterblow
permanently, doth nada
different she hate
lustful zeal from eye
dims sum – genital fateful dayglow,
thence high lee
grant ting deathblow
to testosterone laden satiety,
randy proclivity, and
concupiscent adoration from
combine nation of #endow
ments to ghost of - Grant
yule leases eyebrow
raising candy cane upon fallow
da weeder foreshadow
wing sowing field of poetically
wet dreams plying fecund,
feminine, and fertile ground
godaddy on his gangplow.
Undeniably these are weird times for US all
Maybe they have been for a very long time
Where the hard working and law abiding
Are used and abused, ridiculed and punished
But now it’s beyond weird
Where those who come illegally
Are given a red carpet
Flown around, deposited at five star hotels
Given thousands a month in handouts
And slaps on the wrist
When they steal and assault anyway
In thanks for our kindness.
And when we, bearing the costs, complain
Then we are the bigots, the racists
Fascists, and, well frankly, garbage.
While those who come seeking refuge
Are recognized as the princes and princesses
They really are
In this fairy tale fantasy of El Norte.
Viva la revolucion for it is here and now
Forget your protests
Dance and celebrate while you can
For in the morning there will be work to do
And streets to clean, of all these rats
And their rotting pumpkin carriage.
(11/9/24)
I watched Norte Dame cathedral burning
People outside in the streets crying, singing and praying
So sad that this icon was burning
Norte Dame, Norte Dame, Norte Dame
Please do not burn away
Please do not take away our place of worship
Norte Dame, Norte Dame, Norte Dame
You are a symbol of class, grace and culture
Culture for generations of true believers
Norte Dame, Norte Dame, Norte Dame
I hope that the three churches in Louisiana get the same
The same rush to help and to rebuild
The same out pouring of love
The same out pouring of justice
Note Dame, Norte Dame, Norte Dame
Norte Dame is burning and everyone cares
Three churches burned down in Louisiana and I don't see any people in the streets
No crying, No singing, no praying
Louisiana burns and nobody cares or notices
Norte Dame, Norte Dame, Norte Dame
Louisiana churches are burning just like New York was burning with Aids and hatred in the 1980s
The fire still rages but all the attention goes to Paris and Norte Dame
Norte Dame, Norte Dame, Norte Dame
As much as time changes most things stay the same
The only thing that changes is the date on the calendar
What a shame
Most High please stop the Louisiana church burnings and hatred of all kinds
Bless us with cures for these modern day plagues and stop the cathedral from being destroyed
Norte Dame, Norte Dame, Norte Dame
Once I found a snail
Slowly moving with its shell
Along the shores of Bacsil
White sand dunes hills.
Then suddenly the snail
Went out of its shell hollow
To look for a hole
But not let it in to huddle.
Another big-eyed
Protruding four-legged gastropod
With cinnamon roll-shell
Centipede claws ready to snap it.
But one moonlight
And a windy night
The snail found again a house
Behind the bamboos and shady "aludig" trees
The snail no more in snail pace
Come alive!
Terms:
Bacsil - a small barrio in Paoay, Ilocos Norte, Philippines.
Aludig tree- a wild shady tree in the forested area in the Philippines. Old folks believe that snakes love this tree for their sap which is converted into a venom. (I just heard this explanation from the old folks who live in that area).
young fearless daredevil surfers appear at costa de prata in the winter
pitting their skills against the colossal waves that break off Praia do Norte
confident they will be the one who survives, they are invincible right?
I stand on this beach, clutching my heart and my throat, danger aware.
MINHA ALMA CHORA AO VER O MUNDO
* Jc Pereira
Olho o mundo,
Minha alma chora,
Um ***** futuro,
É mostra, o que se espera?
Nossas crianças morrendo,
Chuvas de bombas derramadas,
Quer na Síria, Gaza ou Líbano,
Elas são chacinadas.
A mulher desvalorizada,
sofre estupro,
Violentada, empoderada,
Dela fazem apenas uso.
O idoso vai para asilo,
Nem os filhos os quer,
É mantido preso,
Em abrigos relés,
Sob a violência jaz o mundo,
A Igreja se perdeu,
Religião virou comercio,
Objeto de Fariseu.
Olho o mundo e choro,
A hipocrisia reina,
O rico cada vez mais rico,
O pobre jogado na arena.
Tal como na Roma antiga,
No Coliseu da Injustiça Social,
O rico se delicia na arquibancada,
Oprimindo o pobre, um ser banal.
Olho o mundo e choro,
Não vejo solução,
Resposta não encontro,
Para este mundo cão.
O político se corrompe,
Age em causa própria,
Esquece o pobre,
O dinheiro é sua gloria.
Mundo ingrato e cruel,
Se Jesus voltar hoje,
Vão lhe dar vinagre e fel,
Pois o homem, não o conhece.
Crucificarão Jesus novamente,
De forma mais cruel,
O homem perdeu o norte,
O mundo é Torre de Babel
Jose Carlos Pereira
O autor, Dhc. Dr. Jose Carlos Pereira PHD, é doutor em Filosofia, PHD em Teologia, Doutor em Comunicação, Capelão, Bispo, Pastor, Teólogo, Filosofo, Embaixador da Paz, Comendador Ordem do Mérito Teológico Cientifico, Medalha Mandela para a Paz Mundial, Medalha Cecília Meirelles, Medalha Castro Alves, Medalha Santo Agostinho, entre outras e mais de uma centena de Comenda recebidas, pelo seu ativismo pela paz e a educação inclusiva e na elaboração de Projetos Sociais visando o bem da humanidade.
O Autor é UN Volunter, Signatário do Pacto Global das Nações Unidas, e Membro consultivo do UN Ecosoc/Esango.
É Jornalista, Fundador e Presidente do Franco da Rocha News e do Instituto Educando Para a Paz.
She was the sparkle at the heart of it
The love we all shared
I don’t remember a day that passed by,
without her friendly smile or wink of her eye.
We lost Hildie in the spring of last year
And now we find, we are losing the very thing she held so dear
Our beloved IND, The Institue of Norte Dame
Our Grand Lady the Oldest Girls Prep school in the Country is closing its doors one last time at the end of this term.
She has stood vigilant for 173 years, and educated us all.
A testament to our City, our State and our Great Nation.
As the bombs of the Civil War fell in the background and reverberated through her halls, her classes went on for the students whom she loved so well.
IND Graduates include Nancy Pelosi, the First Woman Speaker of the House AND Current Speaker of the House.
The Former Senator, Barbara Mikulski from the State of Maryland,
My Mothers cousin Adele Wilzack former Secretary of Health for the State of Maryland .
From the very first day, Hildie was there at the door
With a friendly hello and a smile that was warm.
If you needed new pencils or something more
Sister Hildie was there, she ran the bookstore.
She watched as we grew a silent witness to all that we learned
Our Pin days, Ring Days, Proms, Plays and the like
Graduation with long stemmed red roses and we were all dressed in white.
She was our official cheer squad at basketball games, Hildie was there
She knew EVERYONES NAMES
She even sold pretzels during our lunch breaks.
If you came early or stayed a bit late and needed some help
Hildie was there and didn’t hesitate.
To our friend and confidant,
I pray for her and for US ALL.
Our loss is profound.
It’s difficult to think,
She won’t be around.
I pray for our Students, Alumni, Teachers, Parents, Families and Friends
Of our Grand Lady, IND
Hildie loved us all so very much.
Kimberly Sikorski
Class of 1983
And this bit added to be part of the contest ....
Dorothea,
Dorothea may mean “ Gift from God,“
But Heaven broke the mold when they created Sister Hildie
Written May 17, 2020
For Poem about a Nun
D-rive
A-bout
E-vangelism
T-riumph
Topic: Faith (Camarines Norte)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic