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As the sun shines over us
Let it warm our hearts and remind us
That DEBESMSCAT
Is once again on its flight
Students:
We are DEBESMSCAT's wings
Spread against the wind of change
We will be strong and striving
Wise, virtuous, and obedient
Teaching Staff:
We are DEBESMSCAT's head
Directed towards its flight's goal
We will teach its wings and lead
And steer them to the right course
Non-teaching staff:
We are DEBESMSCAT's torso
Attached to its wings and head
We will provide enough power
Support and attend to their needs
We will toil hand in hand!
Fly, DEBESMSCAT, higher!
And you will surely land
On your goal which is greener!
DEBESMSCAT (Dr. Emilo B. Espinosa Sr. Memorial State College of Agriculture and Technology) is a state college located at Cabitan, Mandaon, Masbate, Philippines.
Give yourself time to start to crawl,
Using feet as well as each hand;
Try to slowly move with caution,
Allow your mind to understand.
Give yourself time to stand your ground,
Against the wind of evil lies;
Just weather the typhoon of life,
Let the bright light open your eyes.
Give yourself time to walk the mile,
Reaching your goal toward success;
Extra effort fills the vacuum,
Never let life be in a mess.
Give yourself time to spread your wings,
Soaring high with intensity;
Fly to the moon and touch the stars,
Be the real best that you can be.
It truly takes optimism
To make a brave courageous climb;
Don't be afraid to see setback,
Be patient and give yourself time.
A branch breaks dried by the sun
withers and dies thrown on the fire
burning remains sweet pearls silver sparkling
a terrible sadness enters the window
a willow weeps pitter patter knocking
sins came to visit last night
blowing against the wind
drooping heavy darkness
putting right the wrongs
was more than one could bare
grey clouds rains burning
trails of hurt shadows of reality
a dream snatched away
by judgement
scratches on chamber walls
weeps the willow entwines in limbs
an inescapable embrace
in one's own heart
a sanctum darkened
by wrong's lament
mind's rumblings tells tales
clouded thoughts chase the wind
shadows shifting dark and light
reality pays a visit
in moon's grey glow
seeking soul's atonement
for what was done
a heavy price reaped
for burnt ashes and dusty remains
impossible sleep
rain's lullaby hush
pitter patters against the pane
a calming rage gives way
to sweet nightmares of relief
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
Sinister were the clouds that emptied their kettles
I lowered my umbrella and gave a defiant stare
Raindrops stung my face like needle sharp nettles
Daringly, I squared my shoulders, letting anger flare
Lightning flashed in jagged shards, trying to scare me
Thunder bellowed loudly; his blatant echoes roared
I stood my ground, straight and tall as a Sequoia tree
bracing myself against the wind as the deluge poured
Behind an opaque black veil, stars remained hidden
shrouded as they were on another foul-weather night
Memories claimed me as they hastened, unbidden
to sear my broken heart again. I felt the flames ignite
Thunder no longer rumbled. No more lightning bolts
I wanted to believe that I'd tamed the vicious storm
but ferocious winds howled, "Humans are such dolts!"
Nature let me know that it was I who had to conform
I trudged on with an attitude of contemptuous disdain
Bitter at the blustery weather, howling like a banshee
I faced the night head-on, fighting the torrent of pain
Once again, I broke free in a courageous act of apogee
January 1, 2022 ~
We only began to know what could be
And already it seems things must end
Time changes people even you and me
I guess there never really existed a we
Strangers now before you were a friend
We only began to know what could be
In the end once again it's only I you see
No more thoughts of hope will I send
Time changes people even you and me
Every day this world loses more glee
Everything breaking nothing will mend
We only began to know what could be
I am a boat and loneliness is my sea
I can't keep sailing against the wind
Time changes people even you and me
What will be in my final fading decree
I try to break the wall but you don't bend
We only began to know what could be
Time changes people even you and me
Written by Wayland Bunch II 7/3/2021
The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back
Your name resonates gently with my spirit
as thoughts of you dwell in my mind
Carrying me back to the shade
of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods
Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig
still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup
wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans
and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind
Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun
Other moments,of beauty and snow angels
Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life
I can still recall the days,months,and years
till our footprints marked separate paths
Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget?
Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice cream parlour
Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup
Fresh as the colour of your soul, which haunts me
like an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes
This afternoon , like other afternoons I walk to the library
which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own
That fragrance 's gone now.All that is left is the fading perfume
of forgotten petals between old books and dust
No one here except my silence,and a rotten sliced apple
vacuum packed ,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice.
Back home,the mildewed strings of a guitar
await my fingertips to play once more
upon the worn out chords of my heart
What will I play,what will I sing ,a song which isn't ours ?
Fermented wine I poured into my glass
Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was
before all it was turned bitter,acidic and sour
I wondered about where you might be ,distant or not as far
Listening to my voice on once upon a record player
Wishing on a star ?
Not for the contest
But thanks for the inspiration
Contest name-The Scent Of Your Soul
In walking down that dirt road she felt something inside
As with time this never did erode even if it was set aside
For it has been such a while since she had felt this way
Usually when life has you on trial is when we forget to pray
But today it fluttered back like a butterfly against the wind
Seeing how she lacked, measured by the times she sinned
Suddenly how small she'd feel walking that tiny dirt road
Like layers would peel all by the One to whom all is owed
So long since it was used yet it has never shined so bright
And where she used to be confused now she's seeing Light
What a gift she was given, one that had never left her side
Even in the days of bad living and being filled up with pride
As all of that was swept away before she could blink an eye
Just in the words she would say and how she began to cry
For the time had been so long and she had grown so weak
With such a sense of love so strong she could barely speak
Romans 14:11
For it is written, As I live, saith the Lord,
every knee shall bow to me,
and every tongue shall confess to God
Love Unfolded Like a Flower
by Michael R. Burch
Love unfolded
like a flower;
Pale petals pinked and blushed to see the sky.
I came to know you
and to trust you
in moments lost to springtime slipping by.
Then love burst outward,
leaping skyward,
and untamed blossoms danced against the wind.
All I wanted
was to hold you;
though passion tempted once, we never sinned.
Now love's gay petals
fade and wither,
and winter beckons, whispering a lie.
We were friends,
but friendships end . . .
yes, friendships end and even roses die.
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The cockroach crawling inside a satin evil darkness
as one clown weeps into silken soft sensual feelings,
as a blinking starlight beacon awaits a tense message
of doubts from all living dreams becoming nightmares.
Bleeding trapped within a shadow’s eerie smile whilst
grinning through the hurt smiling at the joy cheering,
at twisted laughs with needles of pain, lust, passion
and gasping of a victim choking in deep-labored breaths.
Choking one heart now taken tragically away from us
with a nightshade vision as we blindly walk into the
dark night in the realm of the dead, forever gone now,
with sad ice-cold whispers playing aloud and so deeply.
A taste of Hell and a fool’s game of serious malediction
whilst cold whispers compel us ever so against the wind,
as a restless soul is cutting ice frozen in a time dreaming
of things past with hypnotic jewels of such a deepest beauty.
When little gestures that meant so much to us all, whilst lost
in a space-dark matter invading and pervading our lives now,
a mysteriously hot sulfuric fire burns down the mountainside,
as an ice-cold stream in the ocean now becomes a mystic dream.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2015
(Quatrain)
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It's Not
Flying a Kite season
Su n shi ne north breeze
Bundle up Hand freeze
Run against the wind
Kite slowly takes upward flight
I'm worn out will rest tonight
I think I may try once again
Maybe when its warm
in the spring
maybe
March
or
April
May
June
July
Anytime
But
when
Its
So
Very
Cold
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