Mega Five
Mega Millions now five dollars a draw
for some folks not affordable at all
These lotteries originally a dollar to play
At two bucks a pick Powerball all the way.
Kittens up a tree
Four little kittens up a tree
none climb down scared I see
Spray with hose and two flee
Two stay up a little wet to be
Spraying won't work so I go away
but two kittens up a tree stay
Even mom cat couldn't coax them down
up a tree two kittens hang around
Maybe at night two kittens flee
under cover of darkness down the tree.
Coffee Black
Need my coffee black and strong
brewing on the stove top all day long
Keeps me going with that jive
wakes me up knowing I am alive
Pour it hot from that coffee pot
cup after cup body craves a lot.
The sun squeezes through
like it almost missed the train--
late and blushing.
It lands on the windows
and suddenly the glass
looks alive.
A crane freezes mid-air,
caught staring at the light.
Clouds hang around…
undecided.
A door slides open.
Someone steps out
into the cool morning air.
Shadows move down the walls
as the light grows stronger.
The city comes awake
bit by bit…
quiet,
unhurried.
69.
My Memories of Las Piñas
Las Piñas - memories sweet
Soul was innocent and neat
I miss the friends of childhood
The closeness of neighborhood
It's where I learned ABC
Twinkle Stars and 123
I miss the townhouse playground
My afternoon hang around
With Jay, Fritz, Toto, Len-Len
Yobi, Cyrene…more than ten
It's nice when night was brownout
My friends and I would play out
After church mass, family
SM Southmall was hobby
When Holy Week was around
Night film showing on playground
Also on time of summer
Neighbors resort together
When it's Christmas eve and night
Flood the gifts from left and right
Best is every New Year's eve
Night's merriest street party
Visit kin both side parents
Those another excitements
Oh Casimiro Townhomes
I should have never left you!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
Let’s keep a low profile my friend
It’s time to hide away
To live unnoticed till the end
Must be a special play
I'm No One, what about you?
Who are you, I forgot..
Say something, if you want me to
Get back into the plot
But if you want to be alone
I’ll take another way
And you can hang around as long
As you would like to stay..
The night is coming so I’ll go
I live not far from here
Who are you, I shall never know
And you won’t tell, my dear..
I love my friends.
I said a solemn vow to myself to protect them.
I ordered that if I can't be the best man I can be to all, I might as well be a protector.
Some days I wonder where we will end up in 10 years,
Looking into each other's expressions.
I just hope I meet them with a smile on my face, and that in the end I dont give them a reason to dread me.
Some days I worry, though.
I worry my love is not enough, or is too much.
I push so hard, I worry about shoving relationships off the edge.
I'm not exactly sure why the people who claim to be friends hang around me.
Its another thing Ive struggled on.
I see myself as a man stranded in a fresh ocean, with no water to drink.
Ignorant to all my own problems.
But I dont get how others can see me different.
I look in the mirror and see the dark circles under my eyes, the coffee-stained yellow teeth, the gray dead eyes that show im in pain.
But one day, I asked my friend what he saw.
He told me “I see the soldier that got to come home”
And since then Ive always wondered..
What war did I fight?
Should I have married Jillian?
Could I have slept with Gemma?
I’ve got about a million
of this kind of dilemma.
They crop up in a thrice, of course,
but hang around for ever
(or do they crop up in a force?
Oh, why can’t I be clever?)
I envy those with certitude,
those free of hesitation.
I ‘d love to be the kind of dude
who knows no trepidation.
If doubts exist and qualms are rife,
you, luckiest of creatures,
have found experience in life
to be the best of teachers.
So, if he says he has no fear,
no ambiguity lingers:
he never tried to snuff – it’s clear –
a candle with his fingers.
This guy looks (and smells) like a loser in every way.
Why does he have to hang around my table today?
Right now, I wish he would turn around and go away.
For the last few days, he has been in this casino.
He is certainly nobody I would want to know.
Overindulging, he has lost every penny to his name.
People who end up like him are surely a shame.
This is an individual who really should not stay.
Ship this guy out of here, and send him to Guantanamo Bay!
A pale murky day at my place
I sit in my room with no view
Watching the spring in its autumnal phase
How strange does it feel without you
I’m like a stray dog here
Who came by chance to check out
What’s new in the depth of fear
Where I used to hang around
What an obvious lie that time heals
Sclerosis may do, or dementia
But if you are sane the pain feels
Deeper, and more essential
With each empty day I live through
I feel more and more distanced
From a person I was with you
Now it’s a different existence
You are closer, you live within
And there’s me, but I’m not the same
It’s a life backwards we bring
Into each other, to carry the flame
Where are you now, I’ll come to
If it’s called nowhere, there I’ll be
The only thing I need is you
And your recognition of me.
Neverending street corner house behind the water hydrant,
hidden memories are long gone, few pictures around,
beautiful people, who has eaten their souls, the
house is lonely, but the dark mold still climbs its walls.
Turbulent past, many tried but they failed,
black mold comes back around, so little time.
Smell has overwhelmed the neighborhood,
hungry homeless dogs hang around, it's the feeding time.
Streetlights flicker as bugs feed non their dead family,
members, they only so the crimes committed here.
The truth hidden deep in the bug world,
one eye has seen it all,
find the eyes or settle with lie.
are you pho real?
there is an overwhelming consensus
i had to ask
two people had told me they hate all soups
'it's just water and soggy food.'
'slop in a bowl.'
'looks like dish water.'
what kind of reaction is this?
the varieties found online are incredible
i am stewing -
on hearing this, a colleague said to me,
'it's like your gf leaving u for another bloke
only for her to hang around your house for
a few more days.'
i said to him,
'it's not like that at all.'
As the darker days are approaching and it's nearly Halloween I wrote this poem. . Also on my Instagram account daisymeadows2023.
HALLOWEEN
Lighting up the lanterns all around,
Witches cackling by the cauldron,
Can you hear that chilling sound??
Mixing up their mysterious potions,
Menacing looks in their eyes,
Don't be fooled by the witchcraft,
Or of any disguise!!
They are full of trickery!!
Don't hang around!! Run!!
Hide somewhere they can't see.
There are monsters and spooky shadows,
Children in costumes, roaming around,
Halloween again!!
Trick or treaters have they found??
The moon looking down with a watchful eye,
The misty, dark night scene unfolds,
Halloween begins,
As the mysterious story is told.
Chill in the air and howling sounds of dread,
I quickly shut my curtains, lock the door,
And dash off to my bed!!
CHANGING SEASONS
Each season has it's own beauty,
Such a joy for all to see,
Autumn colours worn on the trees,
Golden yellow and red leaves.
A blanket of leaves on the ground,
The Autumn season won't hang around.
As the changing of seasons has begun,
They do their natural magic, one by one,
But not for long will each season stay,
Each will return to do their magic one day.
Step hatua, move foward,from hire to there,
Think tambua,trees dont hang around with grasses despite they all start down here,
See tazamia, to envision yourself up there,
through listening,learning collecting all knowledge information and technology...Be smart as your phone.
All i wish and play for is for the rain,
i can simply dance with the mad,
and built my self Noah's ark, if it turn to flood,
claw walk run,run run run until you catch a ginger bread man,
keep on running, Mchaka Mchaka.
Hatua kwa hatua.
Friends are the one break, are the one built,
Friends are the one you should check keep straight get royalty,
Hatua ya kwanza nikuthubutu, yapili kutenda,
hatua mwisho ni futi sita,nyayo nani atazienzi atazifuata nakuzilinda.
STEP CHUKUA HATUA.
Some like to vote, some others don’t
But what is really missed
The voted in would never want
To know if you exist
Some like to read, some like to ride
Some others never run
They walk under the trees to hide
Their faces from the sun
Some like to go to piano bar
And while they hang around
Some other people go too far
In aim not to be found
So what’s the point to mention it
Don’t ask, for I don’t know
Some strangers passed, in second split
It was their final show.
Cricketers playing on the lawn
White figures on the grass
The rhapsody of ringing phones
Is heard as passers pass
It’s just the picture of a large
Idyllic sunny day
Uneven shadows on the marge
Are also in the play
No pawns to sacrifice for kings
No queens rampaging free
The game looks peaceful, so it brings
A sense of peace to me
What if I tell them how their play
I see – you’re out of mind,
Get real, man, to me they’ll say
Its not a pantomime
We’re two competing teams, we came
To win and not to lose
And that’s the purpose of the game
We play not to amuze
Some idle fools that hang around
Not knowing what to do
Come down on the solid ground
That should be good for you
Thanks for advice, I like your game
But honestly, for me
Both teams of yours look quite the same
I’d say, before I flee
So really, what’s the point to know
The aim, all tricks and rules
If they are setting on a show
That looks like peace for fools.
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