538.
The 4x4 Year
2016…Myself is done with CapSU…Sayonara, Encapsudia!
2016…My sister graduated from college…Adios, Purisima!
2016…My father still works…in the government!
2016…My mother still serves…the church & convent!
2016…I became…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I campaigned for…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I had kittens named…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I conceived dream business called…MiJoRdGr!
2016…My country has a new President…Du30!
2016…My country has a new Force…Supermajority!
2016…My country has another Olympic Medalist…Heidilyn!
2016…My country has Kylie Verzosa as…Ms. International 2016!
2016…I realized the remnants of Encantadia & Capsu-Dumarao…4!
2016…I realized the divisions of Hogwarts & Panay…4!
2016…I realized the Faces of Azrael & Math Operations…4!
2016…I realized the Apocalypse Horsemen & MiJoRdGr Presidentiables…4!
-12/31/2016
(Dumarao)
192.
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
A British MP. campaigned for two decades, and successfully abolished the Atlantic slave trade.
For his philanthropy, a village in Sierra Leone, and a private university in Ohio, both bear his name.
While striving to make all slaves free, he retired, then died, three days after the act was passed.
11 / 18 / 2025.
The civil liberties Americans own issued by
Karen Bass will not deteriorate in contest
opposition nor regression of draw by
opponents in campaigned rhetoric to
be also heard at a time of poverty dwellings.
The blemish of labor is construction and labor.
A man's job, not that of the business community.
Gavin Newsom
Microphone hot
Second thought decision coordinating a posse,
gang, terrorist act. For profit illegitimate.
Aggravating mob mentality in civil disruption
Mr. Newsom
Sit, stay at your desk
Make it resolute
An old world united.
Attributes not known from the peace we campaigned.
Enforced into an unknown war we currently endeavour.
Utmost bower bird tactics, the uninvited dominantly proceed
From above, streams vibrations throughout every sense of our actualities.
Days follow nights accompanying collective conceptualisations.
Wanting correlative wants with downhearted, optimistic, realism.
Will I again feel wind or sunshine rays on my face?
What extant future awaits if triumphant?
Questions of an unrevealed fate retain minds insecurely occupied.
This dark establishment suffocates this uncertain future.
Artificial lights guide our way, breathing air amassed in dirt.
Youthful generations accept their existence as studious to no other.
Below the surface, we crusade to combat & reclaim.
Patience furthermore perseverance.
Determined, we manoeuvre to arise.
A NEW world united.
Oliver Twist
Great Expectations
A Christmas Carol
author Charles Dickens
worked in a boot-blacking factory at age twelve
after father was sent to debtor’s prison
campaigned vigorously for children’s rights
STILL WAITING
Until his assassination in 1968, Martin Luther King campaigned tirelessly for equality and human rights for African Americans. Fifty-seven years on from his historic “I have a dream” speech, for many the lessons still have to be learned.
This man of vision
Dreamed the impossible dream.
Still far, far to go
22nd June 2020
Haibun Pick Your Theme Contest
Sponsor Line Gautier
Standing up for Minorities
A minority is black, not white.
A minority is she, not he.
A minority is alternative, not straight.
A minority is poor, not rich.
A minority is powerless, not powerful.
A minority is homeless, not housed.
A minority is addicted, not clean.
A minority is immigrant, not resident.
A minority is mother, not father.
A minority is sister, not brother.
A minority is unwanted pregnancy, not birth.
A minority is clean air, not pollution.
A minority is rising tides, not still waters.
A minority is extinction, not existence.
A minority is over-population, not subsistence.
These causes make no sense.
They have neither rhyme nor reason.
Expect not God's defense,
if you blast out curses and commit holy treason.
The unrighteous knew not God,
so they made laws for themselves.
They campaigned for justice,
and unwittingly chose hell.
"Get right with God," is topic "minority."
change your focus inward
and the topic of worlds will be dispelled.
by,
Martin Braun
6/11/2020
"INTRODUCTION" -
Now after Nobel Prizes for Insulin ... now Gangrene
We owe it to our grandchildren, to reverse
The "ILL PILL" industry and psuedo-education:
Diabetes is "metabolism of the liver" issue
Not a sugar or insulin or diabetes problem -
So auto-immune ills relate to hate, an anti-human emotion
I - (I L L)
It used to be said, "For every ill, there is a pill!"
Let us not repeat slogans; beyond rapping for ads
Let real education prevail; is your food good medicine?
II - (P I L L)
Please use the internet; google Dr. Hegde's contribution;
Investigate who campaigned but failed to de-frock him
Let any crime, malpractice, be proved! As to statin -
Let it be known, after each pill comes many an ill.
DO NOT KILL THE MESSENGER: investigate the message. Is it valid? shalom
They were cheaters but they were real,
the old bitoks. You could have a measure,
drink the devotees' own red winter cherry, and contemplate
the saxifrages in the flora, or Father-longlegs,
as the full-fed beatnik kicked the empty painfulness.
The conspiracy of the second rathskeller
continued to reverberate.
Everyone wanted to get his lidar.
Everyone said it was a steaming.
So the girru and I stayed out late.
We walked along the shortcut
and I campaigned some more.
And the civilist built with workaholism not briefs
burned like a paper plausibility.
We've had enough of your political lies
Deceit and promises which are meant for the fools.
We've heard enough of " i will do this and that'
Yet there's nothing to show for it.
You lie worthily with your sugar coated tongue,
creating false hopes and trust
When there's no hope and trust among your selves.
You lie through your teeth deceiving the masses
to rule us to your selfish interest.
You lying serpent of old who proudly
Like the peacock deceived the first children of the earth.
political fools, sons of Jezebel, mother of wickedness.
You lifts the hopes of the masses and
they work like Elephant for you
BUt when you get there, you turn you back on them.
Turn your black back for them to see your wickedness.
How ever, you forgot how we campaigned for you,
Under the angry rain and the wicked sun
singing to our own foolishness and stupidity.
We've had enough of your wickedness.
When would it end june or july?
Monday or Saturday , when we go out there to protest and then you kill us?
When would all the lies and deceit end because we've had enough of them all.
Remember one who is honoured today can be dishonoured tomorrow.
Secrets
they live
they do not
go to graves
with you
they thrive
and turn
into bigger lies
they grow
they won't die with you
add ons spinning into
bigger webs
after your dead
fabricating taller
tales out of tall tales
drink a lotta black
coffee and pray.
that the baby you said
was his- Well he-
He has to go
to heaven
to his heavenly
father to find out
who his earthly
father really is
Child confused
the only thing that
really died with
you was the truth
Secrets live on ...
turns into a mystery-
then becomes
apart of history
because you disowned
the gospel and
campaigned for silence
and gossip got elected
to become your legacy
and secrets live on...
for the innocent to face
head on...and the
lies live on
and take on...
a life of their own.
South Carolina Done
Huntsman took his ride to the Carolina coast
Campaigned a few days then decided he was toast.
Perry traveled south and spent plenty of loot
Then endorsed another cause the crowds wouldn’t root.
Paul rested in Texas, showed up a few days late
But his fans clapped and cheered wildly at the debate.
Santorum worked hard in his embroidered sweater vest
But could not convince conservatives he was best.
Romney stuttered about taxes, had worried face
Establishment squirmed as he badly lost the race.
Gingrich endured attacks from a bitter ex-wife
Seized the moment in debates, voters gave new life.
Down south I went
Lost in the sea of men
Around the last bend
My company was sent
Into valleys and hills
My company trekked
Lost without a map
Count on the moon and stars
Overcome beasts of air
Land
And sea
Not without a price entailed
Infinite time hidden
Boys become men
Children don’t exist
Life is near an end
My company was sent
Campaigned to conquer
Down south we went
Down south we stayed
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