A Mind—arranged in quieter Rooms—
Where Order hums in Rows—
The World arrives—too bright—too loud—
In undivided Flows—
The Eyes may wander—from the Gaze—
Yet See—what others miss—
A Wheel’s devotion—to its Spin—
A Pattern—taught by Bliss—
The Name—may pass—like distant Bells—
Not rung—for lack of Care—
But Time—moves differently—inside
A Thought—precise—and fair—
The Heart—does not announce its Grief—
In customary Signs—
It speaks—in Systems—Routines—Truths—
And private—Sacred Lines—
What seems—Repetition—to the Crowd—
Is Sanctuary—Found—
A Ritual—against the Storm—
A stillness—wrapped in Sound—
Do not mistake—the Quiet—for
An Absence—of the Soul—
For Feeling—dwells—more deeply—there—
Than Language—can enroll—
Autism—names—no lesser Light—
It only bends—the Ray—
And teaches us—new Ways—to See
The Human—on Display--09
55.
My 11th Leaf
Rended thee from herb
Released from thy curb
Curative floral
Sure medicinal
“Kalamantigue”!
Our neighbor nearest
Uncle for me best
Tatay's next brother
To me godfather
Nice Dudoy Etic
This night near nine, ten
This day – eleven
This month – eleven
This year - eleven
Brown-out, full moon bright
Dudoy Etic's fence
Outside adjacence
Rare luminescence
Utter silence
Almost front gate's door
Enroll I finish
MAT English
Salingsing polish
Begin fitness wish
Saw Iglot first last!
-11/11/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
I'm fed up with the makeup
with the whole facade
Continuios lies they tell themselves
In an effort to look like they're in control
Trying to stand on sinking sand
without a fondation of truth
Believing to to be smarter or better
without an once of proof
It won't end until those
most effected stand
In hope in common sense they will enroll
When you know you've been the fool...
As if you're ready to re-enroll in school.
But then you realize, no matter the shame or burn,
That all of us make the same mistakes, it's how we learn.
So instead of kicking your own ass around the block,
Try a gentler approach, and don't throw the first rock.
Then you can forgive yourself, and try not to repeat.
While your maturity and wisdom grow, and your almost complete.
Yet even when whole, there's still many a missing piece.
Where the ongoing work-in-progress, may never be decease.
Since the strings that once attached, remain few and far between.
The scars left by others, are to remember and always seen.
All throughout, a puppet master schemes, towards new tomorrows,
Searching the digital domain, for the loneliest of bedfellows.
And when found, the rich new targets will be fed.
With a virtual diet of fantasy, and endless ecstasy ahead.
Soon the hunt comes to its ending, and the slaughter now begins.
As wallets are raped and assaulted, with shadows hidden beneath coffins.
"Welcome to us"; we promise to give you a hard time.
Here, everything that isn't studying is a crime.
What? Few hours of studying is too less.
We apologise, but we couldn't be bothered about your stress.
Hobbies are forbidden under us.
Children take time, but they gradually adjusts.
I'll tell you a fact.
People were aware, but they didn't react.
We do discriminate between girls and boys.
We create a barrier and seize their joys.
We make girls wear long kurtas and boys a simple shirt.
So that those nasty girls don't dare seduce or flirt.
We disguise it in the name of culture.
This only applies to girls so that they don't become vulgars.
Poore are ignored and so is their potential.
Don't forget this information is confidential.
We even gurantee to ruin your child's mental health.
Sometimes, the child is even pushed to death.
We don't even assure your child a high paying job.
And that's how we succeed in our work to rob.
So please enroll your child in our "perfect" educational system.
And then let them become our victims.
With night, light blurs sight
Morning gets informed of fright
Yet flies dark aright
Unstoppable soul
Peeped into the gloom's roll
And take due control
Alongside farewell
Unbearable psyche compel
Fright it does propel
Unstoppable soul
Now scattered far to console
Gloomy frights enroll
Intact memory
Saves it once in Calvary
Faced with bravery
Unbearable psyche
Left to visit a Nike
To return spiky
While it clears its path
Psyche went to have its bath
To be back in wrath
Now it seems soul's eyes
Close soon for psyche to rise
But one for one dies
Another rose up
Serves as gallant backup
Builds psyche's lockup
Chaos fly away
Lonely to a silent bay
There to overstay
To let pure peace reign
Over and over again
For today's campaign
Happy world peace day
International peace gay
Today well obey
Happy International World Peace Day!
I fell way too deep,
Now I struggle to claw my way out of the hole
My heart is on it's way to being blacker than coal,
It's already colder than the North Pole
?
My life is a movie,
A heartbroken kid is my current role
Me without her feels as incomplete as a shoe without a sole
My mind requires a 24/7 patrol,
Else, it is always on a roll
On my mental health;
All this is taking a large toll
Consuming not one part of my mind,
But devouring it whole
All this is detrimental to my body and soul
If there was course on how to not fall as deep,
I would make sure to enroll
I had absolutely no idea that this was what was in store for me when it was my heart she stole
I often need a clear head, I'm always out for a stroll
I need some other female to take my mind off this,
I just might go for Keisha or Nicole
Not for any commitment though; possibly just a fling,
For there is no key that will again fit into my heart's keyhole
My thoughts are holding me prisoner, I'm in desperate need of a parole
I often wish the sad logic of all this had a loophole
I guess this was meant to happen though,
Like some prophecy on a 100 year old scroll
Delay no more.
Death is a wolf at your door,
when it breaks in
don’t be within dithering.
It has been wisely said:
‘that there are no atheists in fox holes.’
Enroll this instant,
even if you doubt,
feel ridiculous,
swear that you are too intelligent for this nonsense,
or feel too worthy or unworthy,
just enroll now.
What have you got to lose?
Don’t ask,
unless you want to test
the worst of your self
and lose the best.
april starts clocks forward spring
practice in full swing
nets untangled from their poles
players to contact & enroll
gang mowers greased&oiled
kit-bag dis-embroiled
grass-stained pads whitened bright
fixture list to expedite
fix sight-screen broken panels
coax another season from my flannels
spring-clean changing rooms dried with mud
re-lace boots& re-stud
wash& iron umpires coats
then score-box to creosote
tea-urns to scour crockey to clean
a captain's tasks routine unseen
dreams of 50's in the sun
games won by just one run
cricketers' good indifferent & unsung
this national game played just for fun
I can't go to school, so now I'm dumb dumb.
You don't want to know of what I will become.
I stay home all day and I sit on my bum.
My parents won't enroll me. They say, "You see, um....
Making sure you don't get sick is too hard."
In comes a thought and then I discard.
The grey matter up in my skull is like lard.
My brain's so dead it got sued by Yellowcard.
Developing minds need things to develop.
I'm resentful of all the neglect I envelop.
I hate when it comes to the virus, you're zealots.
I want to learn so much my head starts to swell up.
So send me to school please, and don't keep me guarded.
To lock me at home, you shan't be so ardent.
It's my education, I shouldn't have to bargain.
Enroll me in classes! I'd love kindergarten!
I'll wait for help
and hold my horses
Complain I'm beat
and thank the forces
Pray for money
and end endorses
Make the Bank
enroll remorse's
Last year’s peace protests have left us bereft;
untold violence, fires, murder and theft.
As long-held morals find themselves interred,
society reaps a conscience that’s blurred.
Peer pressure rules the day, threats from the “gang”
dictate, Cheap counsel chosen, Boomerang!
Bounce back, enroll as one of God’s pupils;
His Word teaches a fine set of scruples.
January 6, 2021
contest: Morality Poetry
sponsor: Mark Koplin
This time last year, I couldn't wait
to see the brand new year. I had
well thought out plans. I was going
to start afresh and start anew.
I was going back to school and do
something that I always wanted
to do. My goal was to go back to
school and get into the healthcare
field. I was a nurse's aide several
years ago.
As soon as got my taxes I was going
to enroll in school. But the dreadful
pandemic hit and put my dreams on
hold. It felt like my life was passing
me by.
In 2020, I have experienced fear,
hurt and complacency. However,
I have felt sadness the most.
Sadness for the folks that lost
their lives to an invisible enemy
A.K.A. Covid 19.
I feel stuck in between the land
of broken and unfulfilled dreams.
But in the midst of all the noise
and chaos in my soul.
I have hope that all will get back to
normal one day. I came to realize
that without hope it would be real
hard to face each new day.
Alexis Y.
12/04/2020
We all possess dreams, that we aspire to achieve.
Treat all with respect, no matter what you believe.
Achievements can bring arrogance, and failures can humble.
Support your brothers and sisters, pick them up when they stumble.
Despite talent or beliefs, we all have the same goal.
Attain knowledge from life, engage and enroll.
We are all here together, embrace and show love.
We can all help each other, like Noah and his dove.
There has been some damage done, but together we can fix.
We can spread around some love, before we're under by six.
Our world is laden with partners, take some clock and unite in dance.
Promote and construct, go out and give it a chance.
Some ghost in peoples mind need to control,
every aspect of circumstance to enroll.
The raging spirit in constant demand to chase illusion,
with sweet words, drama and phony conclusion.
The fear of not being in charge by all means,
destroys all good attention in short coming’s not seen.
Hidden fragile uncertainties covered by shallow believe,
creating painful structures with no relief.
Destinies beatitude pointed towards all direction,
chained to the source of this infection.
The perjuries towards the illusion of freedom,
is the constant rising of another millennium.
The catastrophic ripple effect towards the relative,
by poor judgments sensed has competitive.
Megalomania is the belief of power abilities regardless,
shallow emotional intellect performed by ruthless charges.
Powerful and admirable pictures are usually the point,
questioning others towards responsibilities being a ‘disappoint’.
The dragon of false illusion has many heads,
taken others credit and values as alphabet.
Mystic pseudonyms is the fire in the oxygen,
riding the beast of burden to the melancholic dungeon.
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