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The 4x4 Year
2016…Myself is done with CapSU…Sayonara, Encapsudia!
2016…My sister graduated from college…Adios, Purisima!
2016…My father still works…in the government!
2016…My mother still serves…the church & convent!
2016…I became…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I campaigned for…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I had kittens named…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I conceived dream business called…MiJoRdGr!
2016…My country has a new President…Du30!
2016…My country has a new Force…Supermajority!
2016…My country has another Olympic Medalist…Heidilyn!
2016…My country has Kylie Verzosa as…Ms. International 2016!
2016…I realized the remnants of Encantadia & Capsu-Dumarao…4!
2016…I realized the divisions of Hogwarts & Panay…4!
2016…I realized the Faces of Azrael & Math Operations…4!
2016…I realized the Apocalypse Horsemen & MiJoRdGr Presidentiables…4!
-12/31/2016
(Dumarao)
Geeky Hermione Granger
At Hogwarts, she's no stranger ;
With twisted gibberish, she'd whip a spell
That could make Dumbledore sorely unwell !
First Place
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from J K Rowlings' book series, Harry Potter
Mom spilled hot stew, wets a pal, lap short-shorts,
Dad yelled its hot, loop pool pop dive exhorts,
Mom says not that sort of hot,
Pip, spiced hot that's all it got?
Snot tons, "Jokes--Pip, we're exports, not Hogwarts?"
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
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Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
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Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.
I have pages filled with Mystery
And ink on me filled with the worlds story
Read me and you can be a hero or heroine
Read me and live in America with your feet in your home
Fiction or nonfiction ,I bet you will love me
I’ll transport you to the 19s
Or I’ll give you a tour of Hogwarts
Maybe have a cup of tea with Alice in the Wonderland
Just open me and read me and let your imagination run wild
I’ll be your best friend
And together we’ll explore people and places of every kind
Together we can be kings and Queens of every kind
Or Maybe detectives and spies of every kind
Open me and fill your Mind with roaring imagination
I am non living
But I have spectacular stories in me
For which I thank my author
I am a book and every child’s best friend
By Vykha Nair.
Muggle borns are not welcome in this providence or town.
I despise them totally, now that I am wearing Gryffindor’s crown.
Deemed myself the queen of the red and gold, courageous I am.
Inside Rowling’s novel, Hermoine and Ron are both a sacred friend.
Don’t say anything mean about Hagrid; he is my champion now.
Chivalry and determination are my mantras, said with a bow.
Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort! I scream, daring him to appear.
He Who Shall Not be Named is for me no bully to fear.
I attend Hogwart’s School of Magic, and I am great at the spells.
I leave Quidditch to Harry, as long as the Slytherins he fells.
Was that the golden snitch? I have to be on my toes for sure.
I am a muggle-born witch, but my intents are totally pure.
Hufflepuffs amuse me, with their loyalty and determination to work.
Witty wise Ravenclaws yes, but some of them are like Rowena, a jerk.
If I had been put into Slytherin with their colors of yellow and green
I would have been the angriest witch Hogwarts had ever seen.
Harry Potter a boy with no real family
Living under his cousin’s stairs, in a closet’s gizzard.
Shunned and shut away as a nambly-pambly
In another world, a known, famous wizard.
Hagrid helps him get to Hogwarts where he meets lifelong friends
Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger, a muggle-born witch.
Daring escapades and escapes are Rowling's books’ brightest bends.
Harry’s phoenix tail wand is magic with a flick and a switch.
Harry took off on a broom when he was not supposed to yet ride.
Swiftly marched in in by McGonagall, head of the Gyffindor House
Dumbledore names Harry as seeker of the Quidditch Team’s G-side.
I am not going to ruin the rest of the story; I am not a louse.
After breakfast
And a few chores,
The weight of the day
Is heavy upon me.
And so I strum, strum, strum,
Trying to sum up the
Essence of a sleepless night---
A night of hogwarts.
Not really--------------
There is nothing magical
About insomnia,
Or sleeping alone.
The past is heavy upon me;
The future is clouded.
Somewhere in the present tense
There is peace.
It is a journey---
Searching for the right time
To act, and then again
To be acted upon.
Some things we cannot control.
Some things are better
Left alone.
So I wait for death---
That great force
Which reconciles everything.
Meanwhile, the weight of the day
Is heavy upon me.
In Little Whinging, Privet Drive,
around the bend at Number Four
is sighted, strikingly alive,
a tabby cat not seen before.
Her interests vary from her kind’s -
she does not mind the scuttling rat
Behind a battered bin she finds
some shade. (They think she just gets fat).
But
After dark a cat’s a tiger -
this one’s waiting for a boy
not to pounce on - far from her
intentions. This child gives her joy.
No one spots a vanished cat. -
from where her bracing figure lay
a lady rose in robe and hat,
looked up and gestured, walked away.
She swore to guard his life and name
from all things dark and horrible
This silent storm left as she came
She went by name McGonagall.
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Tribute to Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts from Harry Potter. She was a cat Animagus - so literally a Cat Lady
This is when she waits for Hagrid to bring infant Harry to his aunt's family home after the death of his parents, where he is ill-treated and will stay until 11.
THE TRANSFIGURATION: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP3MKL5XBIY -The relevant part begins at 0:50
High festive confusion among real monsters
Around that wonderful time of the year, for:
Lay men mistook Dracula for Edward Cullen,
Lost Big Foot, they called "Chewy"
Offense they did to evil wizards when they whispher "Hogwarts is real"
Wicked witches were thought from the West,
Every werewolf was seen as a teen,
Even the Devil is encouraged to wear Prada, that
No human that night guessed the monsters were real!
October 22, 2016
Sullivan, my pet ghost
Lives in my mango tree
Loves cottage cheese
Plays chess with me
Always loses game
He loves my cat Betty
A Felix parabolus
Who has long ears
Hears distant sounds of rats
She also loves Sullivan
One day they vanished
I have no mango tree any more
We take neither fish nor dairy products
A spook and a cat
strange bedfellows
Dr, Ashfalt has invited me
To write a thesis on Katzegeistung
At Hogwarts University.
Memphis the fish wanted to be a whale
Went to theater to see Luis Buñuel
He married Juan Simón's daughter
Invited Harry Potter
All went to Hogwarts to eat sleep and swell
HE IS MINE!
His navy blue eyes,
Marvelous smile,
And blonde hair style,
Tis ALL mine!
HE IS MINE!
But he doesn’t know
Because I’ve never told
That he’s in my soul
I am too shy to show
HE IS MINE!
But now he walks with ordinary *****!
He smiles to her! He holds her hand! Why?
Why I can’t be his girl? Why!?
Hogwarts has known me as divine!
HE IS MINE!
Hurry up my supreme elder wand!
This time she must be gone!
Stupefy! Be still
Confringo! Burn her hair
Giggle, I’m not that such a wicked witch
But next I use unforgivable curse
Crucio! Be unbearable pain
She screams but I maliciously smile :)
Now boy let her be
Look at me - Imperio!
You’re under MY control!
Stand by me boy! Hold my hand boy!
And repeat after me, “I AM YOURS”
But these just my daydream!
I would scream in Azkaban -
For what I have done
It will not be begun!
So, they still holding on
Their love still going on
And I still want them be torn
Again I’m not the wicked witch
But I have sworn -
HE MUST BE MINE!
It seems so long that I must look
Among most girls, their attraction lures
But with this sight my angst does unhook
And my eyes do end their tours
The unpolished cover of your book
To suddenly turn judgment yours
As it is with great surprise
Be my expectations tragic
The cover had deceived my eyes
For these pages are but magic
Alas to Hogwarts I do not go
And to you I am a stranger
So shall I choose a book I know?
For your wonders surpass Hermione Granger
So to Panem I must take flight
As my envy does glow green
And in the Hunger Games shall I fight
For with a fire you tend to glean
I mere Peeta to thy sight
And you Ms. Everdeen
And though I not think it right
To compare the’ to what I hate
But for you I mention slight, the book, Twilight
Within its pages my affection’s fate, for with Jacob they relate
And so for you my Bella Swan
That I must assume a friend
And like Edward seek my presence gone
Loving you until the end.
Set down your book I do so wary
And reference now a great ballet
For in my arms I long to carry
And with great poise dance away
Me, a nutcracker prince, and you my sugar plum fairy.
This night is different, a night of adventure
This night is quiet, the sky falls in bits
Like stars, but chilly,white and fluffy.
Homes lit up as the hearth lights with enthusiasm
The chimney roars with excitment,this night
Awaiting that special guest of the night
Children stare with anxiety through the frosty glass
Waiting to hear the roof sing, of his arrival
Yet again the night draws near,sleep calls.
As if nature apprehends his wishes
Spirits grow dull and the eyes heavy
We have drank of a spell deeper than hogwarts
Morn comes with new stories yet untold.
We missed him again, like always
But not the gifts he brings along
Such joy and merry they make,in the heart
As they sing those words,''It's christmas''
Making jolly under the tree.
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