Corpus Christi in the southern region of the United States
Named by a Spanish explorer, Alonso Álvarez de Pineda, and mates.
As he discovered the lush semitropical bay, an American city
on the Western Texas coast; Christian feast day of Corpus Christi.
The city’s name means, body of Christ; a place of my birth,
A coastal city in the biggest state of Texas on this earth.
Corpus Christi of North America, is known as the "Bird Capital,"
A city that has a humid subtropical climate, to some very unvital.
North America a country of the free and the brave;
Fifty states surrounded by an ocean coastal waves that voices rave.
Beaches almost paradise that brings joy, semblance of normalcy;
Just feels like one can breathe from all the abnormalcy.
In time for a very hot, very immunized summer rhythm,
Oceanside of much-needed thrilling escapism.
With cold drinks, toes scrunch in the sand;
In a beach day with a lot of laughter and getting tanned.
5/31/2023
'Glorifying your birthplace/country through poetry
If Your Birthplace-country was a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
immunized, america,
Form: Rhyme
Education makes a person to stand up on their toes
Their future builds upon with foundation of education
If education is the foundation of all aspects of life, then
Taking care of health by birth is the foundation of education
If you want to live life to the fullest
You must need all aspects of one's life
It's impossible without proper health care
One of them is Polio vaccination
Remember, Polio is a preventable life-threatening disease
All the children need to be immunized to protect from Polio
So, Parents vaccinate your children for their better future
If you say no, then it will just like leaving your home unlocked.
Categories:
immunized, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
The victimized..
Criticized
Hypnotized
Cannot
Visualize
Analyze
Decentralize..
Initialized
Immunized
Compromised
Improvised
Symbolized
Epitomized
Labelized
Stigmatized..
The victimized..
05/18/15
D.C.
Categories:
immunized, conflict, confusion,
Form: Lyric
Beyond midnight her tears distil,
burnishing the valley between
her height of hope and depth of pain;
till dusky waves awash her dawn.
From whence comes these soldiers?
pure grapes trodden under the feet of fate...
before her eyes the moon did melt,
and cloudy wind gave rise to warmth.
The whirlwind blew away her bole,
her fountain flows still for her child,
the looming death defaced all her calm hours
and spoiled the night, hotly, in haste.
Would God that she had immunized
her baby before the whirlwind roared.
The stars are speechless tonight,
the voice of the night lost its luster
the tears of her grief splashes like raindrops,
on the huts of ages long gone...without rooftops.
The spirits came knocking at the door;
the walls are broken, the keys are safe.
Her child like autumn leaves fell from its bole;
and swept away by the cold hands of candle-light.
O the beauty of vanity, the glory of mortality!
strength and faith fail the strong and mighty...
twilight trails the terrain of the tough and tender,
leaving the mark of pleasure, pain and passion;
unspoken, unheard yet seen in the sands of times.
Categories:
immunized, death, grief, night,
Form: Free verse
only highly immunized girls make love
anyway not those like me always stamped
with spit on their forehead
to be protected from evil eyes among other children
after years I rubbed the memory of that stain
with tender lemon leaves
to wipe off that mellow scent
and the bored kiss of a man
right in the middle of my forehead
as if he understood
that I stopped liking to wear red clothes
I had both hands in my pockets
without knowing what to do
because of cold and shame
anyway it will pass
after the wind blows over it doesn’t hurt
Categories:
immunized, heartbroken, kiss, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Beyond midnight her tears distil,
burnishing the valley between
her hieght of hope and depth of
pain;
till dusky waves awash her dawn.
From whence comes these
soldiers?
pure grapes trodden under
fate's feet,
before her eyes the sun did sob,
and cloudy wind gave rise to
warmth.
The whirlwind blew away her
bole,
her fountain flows still for her
child,
Polio defaced all her calm hours
and spoiled the day, hotly, in
haste.
Would God that she had
immunized
her baby before whirlwind
roared.
Categories:
immunized, bereavement,
Form: Free verse
Inventions are well thought out,
Of how things should function before.
The making, the blue prints,
The minor details of the core.
Each step is a crucial process,
Time is the investment here.
For when one has a problem,
Seek the one who crafted one’s gears.
Your owner’s manual is in your family,
The primitive building blocks of life.
We as humans also malfunction,
We aren’t immunized to the strife.
We must live our inventor’s vision,
Our purpose according to Thy plan.
The greatest inventor of all time,
Has to be the inventor of man.
Categories:
immunized, inspirational
Form: Quatrain