Maria, your voice, a gentle guide,
In the darkest of hours, you're by my side.
With every word, a soothing balm,
You ease my storm, restore my calm.
Your kindness flows like a healing stream,
In your care, I dare to dream.
Compassionate heart, always near,
You listen close, you truly hear.
Through every struggle, every fight,
You bring me back into the light.
Empathy wrapped in warm embrace,
In your presence, I find my place.
One of a kind, you're heaven-sent,
Maria, my guide, my firmament.
Categories:
councilor, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Splinter bruised skin shimmering
with blood of the whip,
Crown that bled blood of calamity,
A pierced side that bled anguish and pain,
Adorned in purple for a whole world sake.
Beaten with club,
Led to the slaughter house,
Clambered to Calvary hills,
In bleeding garments of torment,
Adorned in purple for the believers struggle.
A palm that was nailed to the cross,
He was not punished for his own suffering,
He came to wash away a curse of old,
Adorned in purple he bore the shame silent and bold.
Lying tongues bestowed praises that were turned to mockery,
Hail hail hail was turned to kill kill kill.
Came as a King and Councilor,
Died as a criminal,
But kept on to the promise
Adorned in purple.
© Gabriel T. Saah.
Categories:
councilor, christian, easter,
Form: Free verse
D-edication
I-n
O-ccasion
S-imply
D-elights
A-nother
D-utiful
O-fficial
A-s
S-cribe
U-ses
N-atal
C-onnotation
I-n
O-ne
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Councilor
Diosdado E. Asuncion, Jr (November 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
councilor, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
Lights from stars and galaxies keep on turning,
memories by spirit fire of time in that we burning.
Time streams through the realms of wonder,
flashes of moments faded away, come with a thunder.
Celestial river of time with faultless rhythm,
ocean of eons in years sublime precision.
Shores of Moons in ebb and flow,
many life’s without consent come and go.
Today is already tomorrow on the other side,
sensing the blood of time running in veins as ride.
Winding back the clock by killing time,
as it makes injured fools of us again.
Life is but a varsity of eternity,
learning that those who force time,
are pushed back in that same.
Those who allow yielding to time,
corrected judgment in prime.
Master of time by perception spiral,
the center dot as conscience bible.
The being of all ages with infinite between shores,
time of healing are the reasoning doors.
The councilor of time is wise,
considering that we are only guests
in this almighty device.
Categories:
councilor, 12th grade, destiny, future,
Form: Ballad
If someone disbelieves you, it’s his will
Your choice matters more than anyone
Follow your desire like wind over the hill
When you get there, catch a glimpse of the sun
Earned your guests in a certain level of kindness
It is a decree of sure winning your fellow’s trust
Repair false service to free them from blindness
While I serve, know no bound, only pure and just
It’s not a lost for lacking someone’s harbor
Feel you just belong to a bigger shelter
For the heart of the mass will get you farther
Things will get better in moments spent together
Life is a battle that you don’t always compete
Against the stronger or influential one
But sooner or later the one who completes
Is the one who believes he/she can!
Along the search to find my political team
None other than an old friend showed me the way
To fulfill bigger step and claim what is in my dream
To talk about my name and cast one’s vote on Election Day
A poem for my sister running for Barangay Councilor
April 16, 2018
Categories:
councilor, character, community, desire, leadership,
Form: Rhyme
I currently attend a childhood cancer support group, they serve us a meal and while the parents talk about their children's stories, the kids get to have fun and play.
In June 2017 I went out to Bozeman, MT as a part of Big Sky Kids camp. They had sponsors lined up to pay for the airfares for my mom and I. They flew out 18 kids with one parent each. There were 6 councilors who were former campers. We had 10 days of fun activities and I built new friendships. One especially with a councilor named Braydon, He was much like me in a way I couldn't describe. Him and I instantly became best friends and we still keep in touch till this day. You have to be 16 to be a councilor, so in 2 years I want to return to Montana. If you have ever gone to Lone Peak, or plan on going, get a Yeti Dog. They are the best hot dogs I have ever had. The staff and councilors were very understanding to the families and knew how to keep everyone entertained, whether it be going on a hike, going rafting on a river, or going to a naturally heated pool. I can't wait to go back out to Montana in 2019.
That's my story as of now.
Categories:
councilor, fun,
Form: Free verse
Enemies at the gate.
The wicked within.
Reekers dragging cold souls
To the requiem for a dream.
The free world
In bad company.
The risk.
The score.
Just a drug store cowboy
Back to school.
Back to school.
Priceless.
Off-Air.
Categories:
councilor, allusion,
Form: Free verse
A no answer machine
Our basic instincts are to find love and run through the woods.
From the tree’s we climb down to walk like a man;
No longer on all fours.
Now we do not need to give thanks, for the food we have;
We deserve to be full.
All beautiful art fades eventually,
As we all become too dull.
No more to say…
I let it all just slide away.
Nothing will be relevant on the final day.
Keeping up with the Joneses;
Mobile phones are diseases.
Conversation is dead;
Only speak if it pleases.
Couple’s councilor, I could not manage to go.
So come or go, or let me go, if you think that I would care.
Love is not amazing anymore,
I would say it is just so, so.
Why would I bother speaking to you, when you are no longer there?
Phone on silent;
She is a no answer machine.
No reply necessary;
The end of the dream.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
councilor, art, break up, love,
Form: Bio
Now that he is your saviour
The President, the Governor, and the Cauncillor
Who would save your country from corruption and war
He is indeed president of the poor
Or governor of the poor
Or councilor of the poor
For he understands situation of the poor
Moreover, he is once poor
Now that you have voted for him and won
And within your mind he is the only one
That could set your country free from evil deeds
Forget God is the only good
No wonder He gives man no rest
For HE alone is the final rest
Knowing they rest mind and seek peace
From creature like them and neglect Him, the true peace
Now this is his second seat
Remonstrating, no good has come, but discomfort
Know that
Man does his best
And leaves the rest
He alone is able to do all we want
Why not look up to Him and pray
YOU are the SAVIOUR, shout, and say
Categories:
councilor, faith, inspirational, leadership, light,
Form: Light Verse
she was hooked on drugs part of her life
but has a son to help her fight
in life we never know the road we may take
but changing the course is never too late.
he had taken the same road as she
main lining and pills was all he could see
addiction is a hard price to pay
but something happened that changed his way.
I know the lifestyle all too well
for ten years my brother was addicted and went thru hell
then he had become drug free
and a drug councilor he would be.
he had gotten many on methadone
and good results it had shown.
now as you go through the withdrawal pain
think of how much you have to gain
withdrawal is not an easy task
do you want your life back? you must ask!
do you recall the birth pains that you went thru
and his life was fresh and new.
wasn't all that pain worth your while
that you had such a beautiful child.
there is no pain that you can go thru
than the pains that a mother knew.
you have to be willing to make the change
otherwise your life will stay the same.
these words are from a concerned son
the choices you've made can be undone.
(1/30/13)
louis rams :
Categories:
councilor, fear, relationship, life, son,
Form: Rhyme
you wanted a man, you found one.
Got married, you're a wife.
Got bills to pay, need a roof over your head,
lost your job, that's life.
Got marriage problems, see a councilor,
say he threatened you with a knife.
Go back home, admit your wrong,
make up, that's life.
Feeling sick in the morning, realize
you forgot your pill, oh my!
Take a test, even two,
you're pregnant, that's life.
Hungry all the time, sick In the same,
he's not supportive, what a guy.
Your incomes aren't enough for a baby,
you beg for a raise, that's life.
He gets a promotion, baby comes on time,
so does mother in law, you fight.
But at the end of the day, you know everything will be fine
because hey, that's life.
Categories:
councilor, lifesick,
Form: I do not know?
Once upon a sullen silence, I sighed, I sighed about the Cullens.
Crazy, dreamy, drowsy fans, oh how it made me sore;
Muscular, masculine vampire men with shiny skin gave me chagrin.
Their paleness, ageless, alter less lives gave me such a bore.
Guys abhor this whole love lore, “where’s Harry Potter?” I implore.
This Twilight book girls opt for.
Meyer’s tale is mildly cheesy; the protagonist makes it look so easy.
Edward sinuously stalked our dear Miss Swan, which many girls adore...
When suddenly there came a tapping, tapping on the tall window;
Our happy Edward leapt right in, in black Goth clothes galore.
His ominous outlook, his empty stare; if only he had a councilor.
Only this and nothing more.
Since when did vampires sparkle in sunlight, now why are werewolves so cute and
cuddly?
These addling attempts of harrowing humor make my head too sore.
Rabid fans now buy icepacks and glitter, Volvos, old trucks, furry jackets and such.
Meyer’s has made mounds of money from unfortunate fans, the movies, and more!
Please stop these callous and crazy cults of women I implore,
None of this Twilight anymore!
Categories:
councilor, satireme, me, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
On my free period
On the ash fault
I lay and smell like rubber and heat
Frying on the black-top
It’s so damn hot out here
But I don’t want to move
Because if I do I’ll have to speak
Someone will ask me what’s wrong
‘Cause you can’t just lay on the black-top and think
In sleeves so long and dark
With hair so dark a halo
I must be burning up
But no one will question until I sit up
Am I sad they will ask
What happened and I’ll say
Nothing out of the ordinary
Just more of the same old things
Same old pains
Then they’ll make me see a councilor
So for now I will lay
Frying on the black-top
Cold burning hot and numb
And mutter that I’m fine
Categories:
councilor, childhood, depression, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Free verse