441.
Shumi kg Seksi
1987 – sa adlaw man nga ini
Natawo ang Haponesa nga ang lawas manami
Siya ang modela nga si Minami Toukui…
1985 – sanday T. Conner, N. Gal kg H. Soukupova natawo sini
Mga manami lawas kg gwapahon nga babayi
Modela sa guihapon ang tatlo nga ini…
Daw si Handsome Hari nga shumi kg seksi!
-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
Yes we fell for it, we drank, we smoked, we tried all kinds of stuff that made us sick.
Yes we seen the stuff on every conner, we thought it was all good for us.
Yes we thought abortion was good, that we were to young and should continue on with that type of life.
Yes we fell for it, a lot of us died, we lost our life, we could never stop all of the stuff that made us sick.
Yes we watched all the examples and thought that was the way we were to dress.
Yes we wanted good examples, of how to love life and reach all of our potential.
Yes we are trying to move ahead and love and learn, and forgive.
Yes so please stop all the bad stuff, put it in a place where people are aware of the impact of that stuff.
Yes we want our future to look bright, we do not want to fall for any negative intentional triggers that cause us death.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Twas the night before Christmas late dinner.
Table set, waiting for Conner, a beginner.
Wondering which turkey will be a winner.
Wild round neighborhood, non any thinner.
Turkeys saw the peaceful neighbor coming,
Plain funny, stomping heavy, and humming.
Toms all disappeared and hid while thumbing
Energetic to all the hens to stop chumming.
Neighbor looked all through the woods becoming
Fully stressed out, he saw his evident shortcoming.
In thought, no turkey round rhythmic drumming
His weapon. In an awkward look, little unbecoming.
Turkeys out of sight, outsmarted in the battlefield.
A series of loud banter yelps filled the field.
Turkey heads yield, poking out the brush, concealed.
Glaze ham dressed like turkey for dinner revealed.
I know you don’t want to hear it
But one day you WILL
look up and think,
“Dammit Mom”
And then notice the rose-gold
Of a sunset
Just like I’m
Always taken by surprise
At how your eyes
Can change from green
to dusty gold then blue
Depending on the hue
Of your plain olive
or blue H & M T-shirt
I know you don’t want to hear it
But you will take that hike one day
With one or two or three
Progeny in tow and go
“Wow, inhale that smell”
Of wet outdoors and nature and life
Just like I inhale the boyness of you
Before you become a man
The spicy alcohol of cologne hiding
The musk of undone laundry maybe
The sweat, excretion of locker room,
Football, or track exertion
I know you don’t want to hear
About the birds and the bees,
Sticking your head out the truck window,
“Mom, please!”
But one day she’ll come for your heart
Just like you came for mine
that morning you were born
haughtiness – worse than mere naughtiness – path to downfall
Proverbs 16:18 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. King James Bible
Date: October 31, 2019
Contest Title: Proverbial Monoku 2
Sponsor: Carol Conner
Mason likes to work with a brick
Harper always wants to nit pick
Rowan paddles his boat away
Don is up early in the day
Nanny puts the kids down to nap
John always takes a lot of crap
Conner will take all your money
Roman just can't find a honey
Mat gets walked on by every bloke
Art can always paint a good stroke
Who knows how much Owen will owe
Roberto has a rubber toe
Frank doesn't beat around the bush
Jim helps everyone trim their tush
Just as before, it's now the same
These good folks live up to their name!
My flying dreams have flown away.
Another place, another day,
when dreaming in my bed at night,
into the air I used to lift,
and with the stars or clouds I’d drift.
So young was I when all seemed bright!
No more to starlight do I sail,
for I have seen some big dreams fail.
I’d thought failed dreams would be my plight
as plans in my life went awry.
Farewell to dreams in which I fly -
Yet. . .for my dreams I need to fight!
My flying dreams have flown away.
At least that’s what I used to say
when I believed those dreams had flown
away for good; but now I feel
perhaps some dreams can be made real!
I must not sit around and moan
how even daydreams can’t come true.
I’m feeling hope has come anew.
An optimism now has grown
inside me. Do I dare again
to dream I’ll leave the ground and then
touch sky and reap all that I’ve sown?
I’m dreaming daydreams, hoping so!
I want to soar and touch a star
and LIVE my dream before I go. . .
June 21, 2018 for Conner Lotts' Hutinashro - My First Contest Poetry Contest
Tried to do this in Iambic Tetrameter. Hope I succeeded. I really like this form.
I.
Connor’s planned community was built to become
the first example of a brand new breed.
Each person would give by their ability,
each would get just what they'd need.
He would show the whole of the world
that finally, at long last, it could be done.
Others had failed with people flawed,
but he had chosen all the right ones.
But soon the janitor wanted to have
what the doctor for his work received.
When Conner pointed out the doctor’s skill,
Janitor claimed it was a case of ‘need.’
So did the cook, the farmer, and the guard,
they wanted all a six-figure pay day.
Conner took from the doctor to satisfy them,
so the doctor up and walked away.
Conner exhorted all to the take only
rhe things they ‘needed’ to survive.
A few held true, for a week at least,
but then the ‘needs’ all piled up high.
When Conner tried to dictate to them
his followers all revolted quite fast,
dispersing back into the real world,
the perfect community just didn’t last.
Poor Conner was left alone, dead broke,
his once might fortune drained away.
He learned the hard way a fact well known:
Human nature, it just doesn’t change.
Well Raider fans our season was going great
Winning many games in the 4th quarter late
We were ready for a playoff run to go really far
We had the best QB in the league our man Derek Carr
Next thing you know our guy takes a fall
All of a sudden Mc Gloin has the ball
With one play we knew our hopes were in despair
While #4 sits at home with his leg in the air
So now its up to our coach pirate captain jack
To get us in the game with a passing attack
In comes third string Quarterback Conner
It looks like our season is now just a gonner
Hard to believe we fell so fast
We were the team to beat before that cast
My fellow Raider Nation we sit crying in our beer
Already thinking .................just wait til next year!!
Once upon a time we were falling in love
Now you look down from up above
Once I was as free as a dove
Now I sit alone in this dark conner
Friends turned to strangers, loner
My heart does not work, and there is no suitable donner
My tears for you have put out my hearts fire
You no longer sit and stoke my hearts pire
You were the conductor of my heart's choir
No more concerts or melodies,
can't harmonize.
My tears are as numerous as the stars
You inquire about my heart, I have locked it behind bars.
All these thought come to mind, New scars.
Deeper, bloodier, cry harder.
The seven seas can not contain tears
nor soothe my fears,
of living a live without your caresses
AND now, I can only think as I watch you sink to the floor:
Four feet, we could of been four
Five feet, only had to wait five weeks more
Six feet, and once more my tears pour
i sit in a Conner with my cup of poetry
a cup of passions yet unsaintly sultry
containing the juices of sorrows once so mellow
with love outflowing onto the next fellow
the nostalgia of love n hate all in a sip
yet in my cup i have no bread to dip
I shall drink till but the last drop cease
for if i don’t die, it shall bring me peace
In every sip, my veins shiver with rage
as i try to put all my feelings on this page
‘cause soon my soul shall wean with age
with eagerness to join the phantom stage
dying slowly, till with this cup i cant engage
My cup of poetry is what keeps me sane
blocking out the worlds sins and all its pain
it warms me up and blocks out the rain
and if it drains, i shall fill it again
for the world is just but me and my cup of poetry
its not to far
watch that star
way up above
its jesus who is love
coming down
to walk these ground
he is a loner
EASTER
AROUND THE CONNER
My mother has a gun,
She shoots bullet words,
Bang bang and you're gone,
My mother keeps a gun!
My mother got a gun,
She shrieks and having fun,
Coz she's got a mean tongue,
My mother is Sarah Conner
clone!
My mother owns a gun,
She hunts aliens and demons,
Jesse got his from his mum,
Stop! Or my mama shoots the
nuns!
A long time ago in a galaxy
far far away. . . .
There was a Dark side,
and an equally Light side,
With the Force of Universe!
We have Klingon on our tail
Captain!
It is illogical to assume their
intention as hostile,
Chief Engineer full power to
shields and Phaser
torpedoes...
To go into battle where no
man has done before.
Viper Squadron to Galactica
we have multiple Ceylons
approaching. . .
Deploy all gun turrets and
Battlestation everyone,. . .
Send out Red and Blue Viper
Squadrons. . .
Sorry Commander we only
have the Mark II squadron on
standby. . .
Stardate 201184 we are now
entering Prison colony sector
Alpha31,
Prepare for landing and recon
Marines,
We have an intruder on
board the ship, an Alien form,
Do not kill it! I want this
creature alive. . .
Humans have been to the
point of extermination,
And Skynet has control of the
whole planet except a few
rebels,
And their fearsome leader
one John Conner,
But the T2000 Terminator will
be back!
Never too late the call to answer
never too late the service to render
in patriotism our strength triumph
in piety our loyalty resound
oh, service to father land?
The ravaging feat of the wicked we
solemnly bewail at this time of
national recession. In some
climes of idleness, victory song
of abracadabra quiver
the land but to us, the minority,
not in tribe but in loyalty and
patriotism, it is like the victory of the
fleeting star whose triumph does
not last. The new temple lacks the
sacred touch of the ancient and yet
its transient glow gladdens the youth whose
mien cannot but pamper modernity.
Wait not for too long, father land!
your children, your true children
will come from the far conner
of the earth and beautify you
not too long from now
in true service we shall arise and
sing the sacred royal anthem
cast with the sacred blood
of our forefathers. We shall serve thee
with our bloods and sweats, our tears
shall make thee happy. The season
of the lepers draws so soon to
its end and in preparedness
we wait to give our best to
the greatness of thee, Oh fatherland!
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