George Francis Train
Introduced the tram to England
I introduced microwaving the sausage and bun together
To a not-very-impressed-American
We talked and talked into the night
About opera
How Norma's role was designed
For Giuditta Pasta
The weather cooled and necessitated
A dressing gown
He got up and strolled through the room
Pondering whether to purchase four-hundred pound Glastonbury tickets
At dawn, we'd moved onto chess
He advised, 'You gotta ram the pieces down their throat.'
When will I be invited to a Beverly Hills mansion dinner?
He loved me first
Followed wherever I went
Helped me in all ways
Hiding his identity
When I broke down
He came asking
If everything was okay
When I felt happy
He longed to join me
When I was in need
He gave everything
He was overjoyed
Seeing me smile
Wondered I who he is
Why would he do all this?
I loved all he did for me
Yet not so interested in him
I knew him not
Nobody knew him either
Why didn’t I quite like him?
I know not but he’s good
When I asked what he wanted
Most loving smile was his reply
He didn’t speak more
Never introduced him
Nor induced himself
He was quiet and very loving
When it was time to know each other
Came he with joy and expectation
That I would fall in love
But still distant felt I
Adamantly renounced
After everything he gave me,
I presented a crown
As my gift in return
Even I placed it on his head
Acclaimed he looked a king
He accepted it with a smile
Gently gazing upon me
Not minding the blood
Shedding around his head
Caused by the thorns of the crown
He looked through my eyes
With so much love
Which broke me into pieces
And said “I love you” smiling!!!
Poe the master of the macabre &creator of the first fictional detective, C. Auguste Dupin with much to say in his essay 'The Philosophy of Composition' It is said Poe viewed poetry as his true calling and highest art form, seeing it as the rhythmic creation of beauty.This long poem reputed as his poetic masteriece is full of dramatic dialogue thus reads more as a prose poem .I prefer his shorter 'eap' style list cinquain where L1 is a statement followed by rhymed L2-5 that amplify the statement with words introduced by 'in the' by the ' of' inspired by sililoqy in this form in the conclusion of his essay Poetic Principle.
IN A DIFFERENT WORLD COMING: ready
(Apropos Of Breaking News Breaking)
You say,
We are too old
And have no idea
Of what’s going on:-
Well, we
Said that too;
Please give us a call
And let us talk awhile:-
Where
Are you now…?
Remember
your beginnings…?
Where are you going now…?
We’re still
Following NI’s bloody footprints;
Watered in divine wisdom and guidance:
Aware of AI’s infectious, chaining vibes:-
Be in today’s awareness.
Future wars will not
Be dropping bombs:
Just biological infections:-
The worldwide Power Oppressors,
Will control both the infection,
As well as the vaccine:
Cumulating
Ongoing
Victories
Introduced
Decades ago.
N.B. Read it again
And think about it:
Profound breaking
Bombing news coming.
It seemed like a journey
Preparation of some kind
Thinking being knowledge
Becoming wise and assured
That is where I learned about myself
Different from everyone else
Life introduced me to who I am and meant to be
Purpose was down the road
Clouds ochoing my name Courageous
Walking on into my destiny
Whispers encouraging on to fulfill and establish
The mirror showed my reflection being successful
Challenging my own self of shall
I was created for a mission
Task that will be my assignment
Spiritual eyes that will observe
Goodness built in
Wonderfully made
Onward and forward of potential
Endless road leading me out.
My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
Melodic music matches mood
Angels introduced me to you
Refreshing to meet such a soul
Romantic wholesome full of hope
I wonder what you think of me
Ever so shy you barely speak
Denim days filled with delight
To God I prayed you in my life
Onyx skin you’re like the moon
To befriend like flower I bloom
Heart like art beautiful with peace
Eyes bright humor smart unique
Mahogany lips that match your skin
Only my jest can make you grin
Oceans blue as deep as you
Nuptial truth found you my groom
Tribute to Who Introduced Grace sponsored by Constance La France
A sudden relief it is to see what you have written in words. Where the prosperity and victory of new mornings awaken with the birds.
The waters either calm or rough yet they work in our favor. You told us about good deeds and the one in control and how He blesses our neighbors.
You explained that we could be rescued and favored by what’s best. You talked about being fearsome as a lion or magnified as the wings on an eagles stretch.
How much honor and dignity still remain in your poems. Now that you are not here your words still guide the Throne auditorium.
One of the greatest poets I have known has helped me for what lies ahead and more. A shepherd boy that became king in the Lion of Judah’s roar.
When GOD created Adam,
He designed him to live
forever. Yes. Eternal life.
What changed that plan?
Evil was introduced to Eve
Via Satan by way of the serpent.
Desire for knowledge
was Eve's temptation.
Immediately after disobedience,
Death came, voiding eternal life.
Eve was irresponsible, but in GOD'S
Eyes, Adam was primarily responsible.
So when GOD came calling, He questioned
Adam first.
Mankind's spiritual DNA was doomed
that very day, and universal negative
consequences came into play.
Total depravity prevailed;
100% death was the result;
And Satan became the god of this world.
You have heard of shenanigans, right?
we were introduced to shenani-goats tonight
they romped and jumped and butted our behinds.
ruthlessly rambunctious, rough, not in any way kind.
Do we have to come back? Asked my child, Hue.
His bottom and legs were now black and blue.
They aren’t trying to be bad, my sister said.
An opportunity for a shenani-goat to butt her in the head.
his parents had never met his girl
she had not said a thing about going with him to Christmas
Their love was new, she had moved in less than a month ago
He really liked her
She was personable, friendly, kind
Empathetic, and gorgeous
But how would they react?
He did not know if he wanted her introduced to their madness
Going without her seemed logical
He had made his mind up
He would travel back to Ohio by himself
Until he came into the kitchen and saw her
She was humming to Christmas music
decorating a little tree, with her hair up
Oblivious to anything but joy
She was exactly like his mother!
He knew at this minute he was buying two tickets
Unsure now if he could go another day without her
She turned and gave him a gorgeous smile
He had never seen such caring eyes
496.
Our Golden Times During PNoy – Part 6
Behold PNoy's country in the Year of the Ram
Our nation experienced both ugly & handsome
After Papal Visit, 44 policemen massacred in Mamasapano
But this year crowned Mr. International, a policeman, a Filipino
Although in FOTC, male superiority went to USA
In Latin America, Pinoy Pride 33 champions all the way
Although in FIBA, our might supremacy gained by China
In Asia's Got Talent, champion is El Gamma Penumbra
USA & China we have united
In APEC Summit we have hosted
Our new light was seen by America & Asia
When salt lamp introduced by Mijeno, Aiza
Our light brightens, its glory & radiance disperse
Upon getting the crown in Ms. Globe, Ms. Earth & Ms. Universe
We have been light to the East & the West
We can be a light to all of the rest!
-12/26/2015
(Dumarao)
*Our Golden Times During PNoy Collection
A secondhand corner
Bookstore – I wonder what book will
Choose to make itself known to me today.
Dust or dialogue,
Extraction or echo,
Full-page or fiction? As I enter the
Gateway of the fixation of words – I wonder…
How many homes, people, miles you have been
Introduced to,
Jaunted, or come across? How your
Kindred-ness has inspired so many –
Living through pages, with your tree spirit still alive.
Mediator through human madness,
Navigation through understanding,
Openness through touch. With every
Page turned, how it nourishes a single soul –
Quantifying. Though each
Reader finds different meaning with a new word –
Side note. Though my trip
To the bookstore is coming an end – You are truly the spitting image of what
Universal unification exudes – of what humans allow, that is.
Verso, ending where another can begin again. To find new meaning
Worldwide to create their own place.
Xeric plant from the seed planted – Foundation. As I walk outside,
Yellow birds flying together, and how
Zen harmonizes the day.
Musical inclined as a kid at 15
Played a Portable Organ which my Grand Dad brought me
Listening next door was my neighbor hearing of my organ playing
She was a Musical Teacher at a School, but also being a Professional Opera Singer, and I attended numerous of her performances at a Downtown Opera House
I was later introduced to a Professional Male Concert Pianist
I learned the fundamentals of the Piano Ivories keys taught by the Concert Pianist
The Female Opera Singer also gave me voice lessons included
All this was happening when I was a teenager at 15
I play the piano by ear
Musical background was beginning to form
At the present, I haven’t played any organ and piano in quite a while
I am sure it would come back
I am advising you to get your ear plugs as what you might hear won’t be secure
Better yet, run for your life
Musical pattern that was a beginning
My musical past
Time that went fast
Musical blend that didn’t continue nor last.
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