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Ang Pagpasok sa Herusalem ni Hesukristo
at Ang Pagtuloy sa Amang Hall ni El Gordo
At pumasok sa Herusalem si Hesukristo
Masayang sinalubong Siya ng mga tagarito
Hosanna! Hosanna! Nandito na!
Dumating na Siya!
Sila ang mga Hudyo
Na saksi sa pagbuhay kay Lazaro
Kay Hesukristo hanga ang bayan
Kanila itong sinubaybayan
At dumating sa Amang Hall si El Gordo
Malugod Siyang pinapasok ng mga tagarito
Humanda na! Humanda na! Nandito na!
Pumasok na siya!
Sila ang mga LPardo
Na batid ang pagluklok kay VP Jojo
Kay El Gordo bilib ang mga Dilawan
Kanila itong inantabayanan
Ang pagpasok sa kanilang teritorio
Ay isa bang bitag, patibong o silo?
Tamang daan ba ang tinatahak
Ng itinakdang mapapahamak?
-04/05/2020
(Dumarao… Palm Sunday… Anniversary of Marcos' Defeat of Amang)
*Unique Holy Week
evil stranger carrying axe stands in the hall
I swear to the elements I shall not fall
hearing no other noises until a bouncing ball
that is rolling down the stairs; I think of small Paul
Is he hiding in place? I dare not yell or call.
Under the door I see a dark shadow, not small
My nerves are frayed raw as I think of wee Paul
I pray that he has found a place to hide in the wall
I hear a cough and I know it is the man in the hall
The smack of the axe causes a crack in my wall
He’s coming for me, he is brazen with gall
I am no longer worried about little small Paul
I walk down these empty halls
Void of pictures and paitings of boys
Or even someone to say they care
Its an empty white hall
Filled with nothing at all
I look out a window to see other peoples halls
And i'm met with beautiful pathways
Filled with paintings and pictures
Of people that care
Paintings of boys making girls laugh
Some even making them cry
But in the end
They are the one with the beautiful and colorful halls
I am in exam hall,
Deep silence followed by a wake up call.
Yes this is exam hall,
Where discipline prevails and is placed above all.
Some write with harmony and fluency,
Few try inspite of their ignorance and deficiency.
A very few repeatedly stares at the moving clock,
To check the momentum of their good luck.
The contact with the clock was short and temporary,
A command from behind was interrupting but necessary.
Now it is time for final reminder to all the participants,
Where all have to submit their paper as a mark of commitment.
Copies are submitted with the closing bell at the end.
The examinees left the exam hall to leave it in pure silence.
They stand in halls
Monitoring behavior
Waiting for unscripted
...movement
With paper and pen
Thought recorded
As evidence against
...difference
No matter the location
The system, firmly, in place
Keeping tabs on
...choice
Grown folk tattling
On game changers
Trying to alter narrative
...with action
Authority made aware
Power stripped naked
Souls being "self"
...in LOVE
Power vs Relationship
Leaving live wires
Trying to connect
...to source
Without Surrender
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-29-2026
A card asks Lazarus:
Give me this little piece of ice,
On the map,
But it is "No" from Abraham:
Child, you ate a lot of ice cream in your life,
A lunch in France,
Playing the game of Ishmael and Hagar,
A zebra without marked stripes now, savage,
Sin's slavery,
Antediluvian giants and dwarfs,
On this big table of authoritative vampires,
Dragon Dracula's castle,
On this glossy island,
In flames of fire,
That unworthy night,
Outer darkness,
To illuminate?!
Eyes wide shut,
A hound in the swamp,
Around galerinas autumnalis marginata,
Without the icon alive in the Book of Lamb,
That picture of Dorian with fake sapphires,
A millstone on the place of immaculate Ark,
This sacrifice,
Too late for your escape,
The answer of our father, alas, Cain brother,
In so shady house,
With pharaoh's sarcophagus like a butterfly,
And the speckled band,
"Toxic powerful man" said Gregory the Theologian of Nazianzus,
Seeing you in your magus cap.
Oh name
a field of endless contest,
where men trade peace for position
and exhaust their breath to remain above.
Pressed by hunger,
ruled by desire,
they push beyond their portion
for applause,
for approval,
for the fleeting music
of their name spoken by men.
Yet hear this, dear friend:
your name may never be carved
on the walls this world so admires.
You may walk unknown,
unannounced by crowds,
uninvited to the feasts of honor.
The crowns of men may pass you by,
their trophies never rest in your hands.
For the praise of earth is fleeting
they shout when you rise,
and fall silent when you fall.
But God is not like man.
He does not forget.
In His remembrance there is no erasing,
and in His Hall of Fame
a single name is written forever
by faith in His Son.
I tell you plainly:
I would not trade my name, however small.
It is written beyond the stars,
sealed in a kingdom that cannot fade.
Let others boast in fame and borrowed glory,
in honors that time will surely dust away.
As for me,
I choose to be unknown on earth
if my name is known above.
For better is a name remembered by God
than a thousand praises lost to time.
Can a man be be both blessed and cursed,
by long memories of combs and curls..
and is there any true penance to be done
believing anything could be worse?
The girl of aubern riding fast past my porch
always laughing into the dusk-
still, smile
in spite of myself,
remembering it just as it was.
Popcorn smell wafting down the cinema hall,
and what's more, thank the lord!
invited to sit with two college sorority girls
replete with rice and loaded squirt guns
at the late night Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Holding hands with the girl nextdoor,
Miss Dear to Heart and friend.
Return to that wonderous world of before-
ah, to be sixteen at Six Flags
again!
Just wish I could remember the names,
that belong to all those laughing faces...
in fine pigtails and shining braces,
held now, and forever
in a heart's Hall of Fame.
We naturally revere a Hall of Fame
Peruse the entries in a Hall of Names
Feel uneasy about a Hall of Shame
Point fingers at a Hall of Blame
But how to approach a ‘Hall of Flame’
I see us someday slow dancing in a renowned dance hall
In a bustling downtown under a full moon that will crawl,
Ascending just like a love in which I will never again bawl.
Palace halls hide thoughts
location clues glimmer bright
words echo when passed
images and places bound
anchor what the mind lets slip
Marble cracks hold screams
floors reek with forgotten tears
keys corrode to rust -
is this palace yours to keep
or the maze you cannot leave
Arose from the bowels of Holocaust
Deceit serrated t'belt the buoyance of war hailed call
Hail thee to hall, to avenge thy brother
Impelled mysteries of destiny reigned the doom of insuperiority o'er wary world
The heathen hath halt the assault o'er imperious arms
Armed with salt and thy brother's head and heart
Strangers decree and massacre of superiority lesserly spake this tidal turn
And chant the overture of impartial time
Dearest friend, O fiend of brotherly arm
Spickle saline hath mock the imperious heart
Chaste t'torn t'merely marr this parting passage
Risen from the bowels to face the decaying mortal vantage
englands ghost story
brown lady of raynham hall
gliding down the stairs
appearing nightly
dressed in a bridal veil
jilted at alter
Oh No! There went the Bell...and I'm LATE!
NO! There's that Hall Monitor I HATE!
First, he Knocked off my HAT...
Then, Clocked me with a BAT!
Oh, why did his his Parents have to MATE!
Next day, Slapped me and Spit in my FACE!
Then he Pepper Sprayed my Eyes with MACE!
With Burning, RAGE FILLED TEARS!!
And Prior SOCCER YEARS!!
I Kicked his JACK JOHNSTON into SPACE!!!
A museum filled with Bobbleheads
Is not your average art,
Although that precisely is the thing
That makes it stand apart.
What started with a giveaway
To baseball fans has grown
To a huge collection, in the thousands,
That two friends now own.
Their gallery is organized
By categories, so
You can view your favorites from the teams
Of now or long ago.
Aside from every sport, there are
The dolls that represent
TV characters, both current
And the ones that came and went.
There are cartoon figures, too,
And also singers and their bands,
Plus a host of politicians,
Even some from other lands.
We had lots of fun exploring
The nostalgia they’re providing,
Though we never did find Waldo,
The one Bobblehead in hiding.
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