Okeechobee Hurricane back in 1928 was a Category Five
She was also called the San Felipe II Hurricane
No idea why she deserved two names
Her winds were between 160 and 200 miles per hour
She hit Puerto Rico
In 2017 Hurricane Irma took the same path
She was also a Category Five
She did one billion dollars’ worth of damage
1.5 million customers lost power
the warning system was better
There were only four deaths related to Irma
Purerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico,
Adored by the fiercest hurricanes of all
Why do they keep picking on you?
It is curious is it not?
“F”, we’ll call him Felipe
Felipe found a doorway
he didn’t mean to
he wasn’t looking for it
and at first he wasn’t aware
he’d gone through it
but something was off
shades of familiarity
were centred off-centre
ripples among ripples
enticingly chiselled
casting a darkness
slyly across shadows
against a background veil
but where Felipe was now
an intrigue kept him, lured
for now one of the numbers
he had found a world
in a world that found him
“F”, we’ve called him Felipe
is still watching you
but from nearer, afar
M-y
A-nnual
R-egards
Y-ield
A-crostic
N-ote's
N-ice
F-orm
E-mploying
L-ines
I-n
P-oetic
E-xpression
Topic: Birthday of Mary Ann Felipe (January 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-eader
O-f
G-reetings
E-xpects
L-ine's
Y-early
N-ote
F-rom
E-xcited
L-itterateur
I-n
P-oetic
E-xpression
Topic: Birthday of Rogelyn E. Felipe (October 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-arvelous
A-crostic
R-elieves
Y-our
A-nguish
N-icely
N-egating
F-ret's
E-xisting
L-oneliness
I-n
P-ersonal
E-uphoria
Topic: Birthday of Mary Ann Felipe (January 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-essages
A-re
R-emembering
Y-our
A-nnual
N-atal
N-iceness
F-inding
E-xact
L-ines
I-n
P-roper
E-xpression
Topic: Birthday of Mary Ann Felipe (January 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-adiance
O-f
G-low
E-agerly
L-ets
Y-our
N-ight
F-ade
E-ndorsing
L-ight
I-n
P-leasant
E-ffulgence
Topic: Birthday of Rogelyn E. Felipe (October 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In the folds of the hills
Where the concern lies
And houses are put in the inclined land
The old lady, Manuel's mother
Of Jorge and Isabel
Lived Jaime and Isabel
Lived Jorge and Amanda his wife
Lived the widow of Roberto
The widow's teenager
lived Felipe and Luis
Lived Alejandra
Until the February fire.
Now they live in another fold.
in the old wood shed lay my pet rabbits fur and blood splattered upon the walls of the shed, I break out in tears, my pet rabbit was Felipe and he screamed as my dad tanned his hide with a wooden nob and the screams sounded like a crying infant screaming in distress. that evening we had my pet rabbit for dinner... it taste like chicken yet better... my little rabbit is still in my belly and I need to release his spirit and set him free to heaven..
I tell a story to my teacher and she cried and said he will be in heaven and you will see him when you go to heaven. I will always be reminded of his loss of life and pray that my dad will be forgiven for killing my pet rabbit Felipe and to let you know it's just a memory of mysterious happenings in childhood. So sad =, yet so long ago I will remember you little guy.
On a journey without any ends
Felipe never experienced real friend
So then
To start a new trend
He began to stand on two ends
That stand together roped tightly bend
Double douching destiny through a different lens
No pretend just blend
In a different way
Hardly recognized but bold, would say
it does not matter if people turned against me
They were the catapult that landed me on my feet
To see
Life began for me
When I was stepped on talked about misunderstood misery
Art classes choirs filled with glee
No one can be happier than me
See
It took pain to put me were I am
Whether if it were foes, associates or even Fam
Like Joseph in the bible they meant it for bad
Made a smile frown simply sad
Threw in a pit left all alone
Called many of times no one answered the phone
Grown mature and faced many obstacles
Stabbed and pulled like hair follicles
Gifts made room
Standing before great men women even moved
Were astonished and stood to there feet
Felipe was ran over but Felipe now can see
The beginning may have seem like an end
The end to his story has just began!
I once heard of a young fish named, Felipe
Who floated up to consider a leap
His friends did shout
For him to jump out
But he was afraid the air was too deep
They have told me,
to go to battle n war with the gods u'll have to be really
powerful,
Or just plain mad in pain not just pain but universal pain,
Combine with pain,love,sadness,anger,despair, n everything
else.
But for i hve over come tht pain when I'm in need of it just
becomes,
A reaction n a defence to protect me for when I am in
danger a rush of combine goes
Through my body I become the most hated thing to god for
there is no aNgel nor evil tht can get on my
Way to face the almighty for he gets a chill in his mind I
become a challenge to him
A danger him, I am no human, I am no monster, I am
nothing u have seen or will see. With nothing to
Lose n lost everything I had. I just ask n tell my self this.
Human ask "who r u?".
I say " who Am I to him? "
U ask ur self how dare I say n do this. For ill tell u who I am
n tell u where I am.
My name is viergro n I'm the monster tht lives n hides
inside,Felipe Santiago.
If u dare n want let's do this!
Every full moon I'm out, every 25th I am released. N for
every fight u just make my day.
i gave you my hand,
with out knowing you,
igave you my body.
not a clue of what you'd make me feel,
i gave you my heart,
blindly risked the unattempted,
i gave you a child.
unaware i just gave my life and
my all to a stranger
and from all i gave i also recieved
excitement, pleasure, love, and
happyness from once a stranger
came to be my friend, my partner
my lover, my one and only you
i love you
felipe santiago
As he walks down the street, people make wierd faces
Is it because of his Bright Rainbow shoe laces
Or Cuz he's a wealthy black man with the average of four aces
Maybe it's because he's gay and embraces he's going places
It might just be because his clothes are tight
But despite what you think he's polite, alright and very bright
He doesn't care about your facial expressions
But he wants you to know he has one confession
Yes he's black, wealthy and excepts his profession
But
HE DOESN'T CARE
Felipe Antonio Cirino
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