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The 5th Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
The 3 Congregations
At the time of the great convergence of regions into 1 strong nation
And the great coalescence of nations into 1 powerful region
A histrionic assembly of great religions takes place
A dramatic gathering never before in the history of human race
The Religions of Abraham
Judaism, Christianity, Islam
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of India
Those of Guru Nanak, Mahavira & Krishna
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of Caodaism
Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
This is the 5th Period of the Independent Era – The 3 Congregations
They come together with Baha'is & other 1 God religions
This is the Divine Coalition that fosters harmonious unity
God shows in the Philippines that He is the One God of humanity.
-05/31/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Handsets
peppy ringing
fosters frequent discourse
bridging loneliness with a prompt
chinwag
gadgets
solid gainful
employ explores express
rapport despite widespread qualms re
mobiles
The most powerful
thing in the World
is the Mind
Much more so
than the sword
It can accomplish
wonderful things,
benefit human kind,
create solutions
for the World's problems
It has an imagination
which fosters creative endeavors
Distinguishes us from
all animals
on the planet
It should be used
for positive purposes
to advance the
cause for all humans
It creates cures
for many diseases
and helps us
to live a
long prosperous life
Love and laughter at the shore,
Children create their own joy,
Adults unwind and exhale,
The sun shines in its radiant glow.
The mind seeks clarity in outdoor fun;
Children smile, jump, and run.
Memories are etched in our minds,
As the radiant glow fosters togetherness.
Daylight emerges, and the view enchants,
The road leads to a place that blossoms in the garden of our minds.
Children tell stories at twilight,
And they go to bed with a colourful portrait of tomorrow.
The shore welcomes everyone;
None is barred from the pleasures and treasures.
Though home is where love nests,
These are memorable moments that lie beyond its door.
April 30, 2026.
A flame mounts high and bright,
A frightful dance it carves,
The dry woods starts to blaze,
A warmth against the cold,
My worn-out spirit glows.
Rain pours in a quick rush
Over stones, worn and grey,
It reflects the heavens
Washing off dust and pain
At close of a long day.
The flame cools down gently,
A dark and fading sweep,
The sizzle turns to steam,
The embers yearn to nap,
The heat within me wanes.
Fire spans the forest ground
Leaving ash, a grey dust,
Water seeks lowest spots,
Fulfilling divine trust
In every single flow.
Fire that consumes the trees,
Rain that fosters the hill,
Two opposing powers,
But meant with time to meet
To accomplish their tasks.
The spirit wants the fire
To burn away distress,
The soul yearns for water
To make the vision clear,
Each performing its role.
In truth, they don`t die out,
Each in part re-joins earth,
The embers mix with soil
That gives birth to new life,
An eternal cycle.
Rivers kiss the ocean
At end of their journey
To vaporise in air
And pour as rain again,
Nature`s endless circle.
The time
Young youths
Sing songs
Pertaining Peace
For fortune
Just & Joy
To twerk
With waists
February fosters fairness
January junk just
It is intent
Dollar drives dust
Knight knitting knots
Luck lock loss
Queen quest *****
Boost behaviors best
Against all antibodies affirmation
Energise erring ell earnestly
Out of ongoing outburst
Until unity urges us
Go get gems growing
No net nail none
Vault vibe via vision
Till time tells trillion
Mercy must make moves mean
Above all antagoniser and atrocities
Chosen coming closer career cease
Since savior savage souls' safety
Let Lucifer lay low lubber
For failure fostered from firmness
Kicking kite keel klein kudos
Hosting huge hugs hastening hallelujah!
If what life fetches me is fate’s domain,
How I meet it, the matter of free will,
Let me compare then Karmic Law with rain--
Rain that pours all where with impartial keel,
Nourishing seeds that to their stature grow,
And human dreams so flourish-- seeds as sown,
Weeds we pluck out and grass-grown jungle mow,
A fragrant crop, fruits of labour to own.
Errant rage rivers, we rein in the same
And an arid land by power-of-will smiles,
Forward moves a car, lateral we tame
By steering to move ahead for long miles:
Fuel fosters a forward dash-- destiny,
How power-of-will steers is no less eerie.
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Sonnet | 18.10.2025 | destiny, fate, free will
This paralyzing dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume
seductive eidolon, her stare flirtatious
phantoms in the shadows of my tomb
I don’t believe I’m here to battle
demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat
Creation?
† † †
† † † †
Kahleah prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala
I preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
fosters?
Written: July 29, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "You Are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop." by Rumi
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the jungle breathes as a vast pulsating lung
thunder rumbles from its heart while mist swathes
as if the ground were a relic of lost commas
it waives itself with reptiles slinking through the scrub
leaves merge in a symphony of vibrant voices
while ferns unfurl as mirage slices through the sky
akin to cherished recollections rooted
birds come together in the canopy
creating a ladder of fluttering honor
feathers show rite and respond to the rain
no map can steer this place, no compass offers balm
the vines spin a web crafted by nature's bold hand
lush foliage fosters a furrowed field
with a flowing growth and decay
seagulls alone notice ancient occult beauty
moss cloaks a worn stone as wrinkles on a giant
the jungle swallows you not from hunger
but from necessity
this tale ties you to its timeless storyline
not as a hero but as an echo
Dolce
By:Sonidos de Baja Frecuencia
Infatuation is blind to problems
wishful thinking and careful
considerations
True love requires and fosters
a sense of security
and a feeling of trust
the blind sense of security
Legato
By:Ritmos Románticos
A style
cantabile and sooth flowing
it echo's even when the song is over
it moves your emotions
and causes you to think
it can create sessions of conversations
where many people move toward
looking forward to certain things
love enhances a romantic feel
the right sound and situation
a genre rich
crossovering perfection
rehersted, restyled
and of pitch and perfection
that close to perfect directing
guiding and leading the way
Book By Instrumentio King
written by: Bottle O Courage
arranged by Love
For Love
and In Love
all rights used with permission
of
Revenge Type Lovers
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Ya'll Beat-Knought!
performs "Catchy Tunes"
with Groovey Sounds
from Ryhmn and Lyrics Inc.
“How my life has changed”
“Reformation”
I wrote a poem
A long time ago.
It was full of despair
And gray cloudy skies.
It made me cry.
I then saw a child,
Playing in a park,
Laughing and full of joy.
I wrote no more
Of gray cloudy skies.
“Reformation-2”
I wrote a poem
The other day,
It was full of joy
And sunny skies.
It made me smile.
I then saw a man
Ranting in a park,
Spewing hate and telling lies.
I could no longer write
Of bright sunny skies.
It made me cry.
Reformation-3
I hear the thunder
I see the lightning
“Proud Boys” are marching,
Cities are burning,
Blood flows in our streets.
My life was changed.
There is fire in my pen,
Its ink has turned red.
That is not who I am
That’s not what I do.
For hate breeds hate,
Lies birth lies,
Wrongs know no wrong.
And contempt fosters contempt.
My heart cries out
What am I to do?
I wrote a poem
A long time ago...
Written: March 18, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Rick Parise
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A tall tree stands quietly, imparting its tales,
dew drops fall like stars in the morning.
Flowers develop beautifully before tossing,
the sky gradually shifts color, to our avail.
Nature's ever-changing splendor is shown,
life's passing events are cleanly captured.
Solitude fosters heartfelt attraction backward,
stillness possesses what time implies on its own.
Watching seasons perform in their ballet,
dinge is a profuse nostrum nature may spray.
Every breath causes life to wither and sway,
leaves become gold and then float away.
art
attracts
artists
beauty
brings
bliss
inspiration
ignites
imagination
colors
communicates
complexities
exhibits
evoke
emotions
canvas
conveys
creation
designs
demonstrate
diversity
fashion
fosters
fascination
gems
glimmer
gallery
paintings
project
passion
photographs
picture
precision
sculptures
signify
skills
visions
vie
value
On the 1st day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
A koala in a gum tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Two parrakeets.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Three Kangaroos hopping.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Four Cockatoos squawking.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Five Emu eggs.
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Six Baileys bottles
On the 7th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Seven Fosters lager
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Eight Johnny Walker Reds and a Koala in a gum tree.
On the 9th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Too drunk to remember what it was hic, but its gunna be a bonza holiday, hic. The koalas and me are sure to enjoy it. Happie Holadayys evry 1
Some nightmares find you
while you are sleeping
Others apprehend you
in the midday sun
Some nightmares seize you
and pull you into the darkness
from where you stand
in the midday sun
Those are the type of nightmares
that freeze my blood
Those are the types of midday dreams
where everything is nothing
and nothing is as it seems
Those are the type of nightmare
that drives me to my knees in prayer
beside myself in fear of the midday sun
A mind fractured
and cast away into the sun
There they appear; those apprehensions
legions of haunting apparitions
with malevolent intentions
those which freeze me in solitude
in the heat of the afternoon sun
I am screaming
I am clawing
Am I screaming?
Am I clawing?
Who is that pounding!
Who is that pounding at my walls?!
That is my monster
that which fosters
occupancy in my thoughts
A nightmare
This is what pursues me
That is what moves me
and keeps me awake
screaming at myself
at the top of my lungs
in the heat of the midday sun.
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