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Build, Build, Build ni Pres. Duterte
May 8 Magagandang nagawa
Si Pres. Duterte sa bansa
“Build, Build, Build” ay isa na rito
Mga imprastraktura sa bansang ito
Daan-daang mga pagamutan
Libu-libong mga paaralan
Milya-milyang mga kalsada at daanan
Bagung-bagong mga pantalan at paliparan.
-03/28/2022
(Dumarao)
*8 Magagandang Nagawa ni Pres. Duterte sa Bansa
(77th Birthday of PDuterte)
I was not born to walk the line,
I was born to redraw the map.
Where others waited for the light,
I learned to shine in the dark.
They said the road was already made,
I chose the forest instead.
They followed footprints in the sand,
I followed the voice in my head.
The world may not remember the crowd,
It remembers the ones who dared.
Not the one who feared the fall,
But the one who learned to fly.
So build your road where none exists,
Write your name across the sky.
The future belongs to those
Who dare to create, not imitate.
The silent sands in glass glide down,
A demure drip, without a frown.
Each grain a moment, soft and fine
In life`s pages, a gift divine.
They buzz tales of days that slipped by,
Of joys that bloomed, then flew to sky;
The present trickles like a stream,
Reflecting the soul`s fleeting dream.
In the un-spilled part of the sand
We eye the future that still stands,
A heap of hope, a silent plea
To cherish all that comes to be.
The world keeps whirling, time evolve,
Bits by bits, our muscles dissolve,
The hourglass mirrors our short stay,
Reminds us, life won't ever sway.
So, while blood still runs through our veins
Let us use our hands and our brains,
The world, a better place to build,
From rains and woeful winds to shield.
I see reports..Be they sponten'aic.? Or well?
Pre-crafted, it all hits systemic, if someone is Somalian or Mongolian..? Sometimes i hear, calls about the dystopian.! If a human states they are Chinese are they involved in
Racisam.? How do i? Or we see.? Or are you told of someones ethnic'sity before? how they will therefore' improve your country.? I have often heard these claims'
Yet the narrator knew scaresly a listener
To me its real strange.!
Am i being plain? There seems so much pre-judication de-facto, or in law-fare.' I see
Many pit-falls.' With fair answers rare, in a muddied river its so hard to move, without
Collision, All this is true.' We can all live better in health of mind, and the body of even your landmass..Can be also
kept healthy, if we help each other,
It
will..' For all must turn round.)
Start with the fracture -
the splintered thing lodged in your ribs
that no cough can dislodge.
Call it "inspiration" if you must,
but know it is just hunger
with a prettier name.
Next, the bones:
a rhythm tapped absentmindedly
on a diner table,
the half-heard melody
of a stranger’s laugh,
the way your childhood home
still hums in your teeth
when you say its name.
Now, the bloodwork -
verbs writhing like minnows in your palms,
adjectives that stick like burrs to your sleeves.
(Here is where you’ll bleed.
A poem is not a wound,
but the salt rubbed into one.)
Arrange the fragments on the page.
Watch them refuse to fit.
This is the part where you learn:
a poem is not a puzzle,
but the hand that shakes
as it forces the pieces together.
Finally, the lie -
the smoothing, the sanding,
the pretense that this
was always the shape
you intended.
Sign your name at the bottom.
Walk away before it cracks.
Build America, build big love, build happy, build all the things that make you happy.
Build America strong, proud, and great, making all our moments feel great.
Build America, with family, and friends, make our tomorrows better with each day we each work toward our dreams of America.
Build America, better and better, celebrating our 250th American anniversary of our country with a smile each day.
Build America with love, with care, with hope, and prayers to God each day.
Build America, and plant trees to make us breathe with clean and sweet air.
May God guide us in all our ways, and remove all that seek to harm us or lead us astray.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Anybody Gunna believe her
About the dam beaver
Collecting sticks
Acting like bricks
Water contained
Whose Gunna complain
About the beaver
Having workaholic fever
Dedicated to the project
You got it
Watching the dam thing grow
Just for the wind to blow
Knocking everything down
Making the dam beaver frown
Scurrying back to dry ground
To pick up sticks
That will act like bricks
Creating a dam
That will stand
Nature’s power
Making the dam beaver tower
Over everything
Anointing dam beaver King
Hail my friend
When finished, building the structure to defend
Someone should commend
Check we will send
Allowing the dam beaver to be rich
Running a successful dam business niche
Deed well done
Thank you, you are welcome
A bad wife scorns with words like storms,
She shatters peace, in anger forms.
She builds up walls of cold disdain,
And lets her love slip down the drain.
A good wife speaks with gentle grace,
She calms the storms, brings warm embrace.
She lifts her partner when he's low,
And helps their shared love bloom and grow.
A bad wife hides behind her pride,
She turns away, lets kindness slide.
She chooses selfishness, not care,
And leaves her heart untouched, bare.
A good wife listens, soft and true,
She shares her hopes, in all they do.
She gives her trust, she builds their dreams,
Together strong, a flowing stream.
A bad wife’s path is dark and cold,
Her story often left untold.
But a good wife’s light forever shines,
A love that grows through all their times.
We left home behind,
hearts full of hope,
dreams draped on backs,
dust dancing on shoes,
the city ahead —
calling us forward.
Tall towers took time,
but so did costs.
Bread was a bill,
air wasn’t free
Even sleep stung —
priced in pressure of thoughts.
Coins clattered too soon,
pockets pressed dry.
We chased light,
found cold steel.
Time ate dreams,
tangled and true.
We counted months,
but gained grief.
Rain mocked us,
so did noise.
Home hung farther,
each city night.
Plans pooled into prayers,
hope huddled, thin.
We worked wide,
waged just peanuts —
enough to stay stuck
in survival’s spin.
Still, we hold
that first fire's flicker.
Not lost but paused,
not failed just finding.
We left home to build home.
Annealing bypass accountant funnel package routing
Die stream play overlays
Towards function
Away from heat regulator
Mobile O.S grid independence
Semiconductor dyes/dies
No grammatical syntax coupes possible
Dumb bell to Barbell
Where to start
Creating the shapely body institution
Full length mirror observation
Turning weak muscle into a sensation
Planning in goal, focus, conditioning and transformation
Lift in concentrate
Pain and gain
Muscle tone
No longer weak
Becoming strong to seek
Theory of Nutrition
Eat to feed
Objective in deed
Barrier in passing defeat
Results that come out
Being confident as you move about
Own transformation story
Compliments to except
The journey in knowing you can
Determination to carry on
Achievement with every effort
Act on and still with
Patience throughout
Through the entire workout
Showcase mirror
Feeling proud thereafter
Exercise to transform
You alone
Better you to pursue
It’s all about you.
When we build
for everyone,
everyone wins:
The ramp helps
not just wheelchairs
but strollers,
delivery carts,
tired legs.
Captions help
not just deaf ears
but noisy rooms,
second languages,
different processors.
Multiple ways in
mean no one
stands outside
looking through
locked windows
at learning
they can't reach.
Every entrance
leads to the same
beautiful place:
understanding,
belonging,
growth.
Design from the start
for every brain,
every body,
every spirit
that walks
through your door.
Cart before horse
Drink the horse to water
Spill the bean to go-betweens
Hold hands to stay the course
Bygones never happened on, by here
Slay the messenger! Doggone they're here!
Dilemmas are binary, but one 'tis nothing
Bury the Lede; Let the moored go free
Leap before you bridge the gap
By the way, if you never asked?
Petals on daisy chain flowers are odd!
Loves me, Loves me not, ...?
To you
I dedicate
The visual hazards
At you a post
Bailing water
And ima float
Sam tha ghosted
Ships end blisters
China bone, scandinavian romes
Too the beautiful i dead, i kate
Lovely little irish twisters
Cant sake
Im four’d
Let’s all hope for what love brings,
hear with an open mind how each heart sings,
declare what we really expect,
listen fully as we reflect,
so everyone is heard
Let's all build on pristine love
Without fear, let us simply choose to trust
and strive to understand each other,
see beyond the masks that cover,
so everyone is seen
Let’s all take steps toward each other,
lovingly reach out to one and other,
accept without judgment who we are,
learn from each other through the heart,
so each of us feels free
to be who we’re truly
meant to be
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