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...In the capital a great feast was thrown
to welcome Larren back from the frontier.
Minstrels sang songs of his victories,
while they ate venison and drank beer,
the whole city thronged with good cheer.
But Larren was subdued in the feasting hall,
his betrothed sat across from him, haughty and tall.
Her name was Berice, a princess of the south,
quiet pretty but not the kindest around.
Her tongue was sharp, her manner aloof,
both in bed chambers and tournament grounds,
Sse saw this marriage as a great step down.
But Larren had a duty, and they were wed,
and went, cold and distant, to the marital bed.
Though the king praised this noble pairing,
and so did his great heir, the crown prince,
Larren found his wife a drain on his soul,
and hard to bear, ever for short stints,
of true affection, she showed not a hint.
She took to his bed only at fertile times,
to bear him an heir, with no love in her eyes.
To make matters worse, by the first month’s end
Great King Rael was beginning to flag.
A fever set in, yellow came to his eyes,
and his breath in great rasps did drag,
Larren spent weeks by the bedside of his dad.
When he passed on, Crown Prince Duhran rose,
he made Larren chief general, the bane of his foes.
Five months passed, and Larren’s misery grew,
no accolades or awards could assuage
the loneliness he felt, the true lack of love
sometimes drove him quite close to rage,
he began to look older than his age.
His brother, the king, said,”Take a mistress,”
Larren couldn’t say he’d already had the best…
Then a new foe arose in the far west,
encouraged by the death of King Rael.
They besieged the citadel Larren had held,
and committed crimes that were beyond the pale,
rape and slavery were their grisly tales.
Duhran sent Larren with all of the troops
to smash the heathen invaders for good.
Larren arrived, somewhat glad to be gone,
back doing something he knew quite well.
Gladder still was her to be free of his wife,
Though to others this truth would not tell,
not when battle raged at the citadel.
Once on the scene her surveyed the siege,
then lined up his troops, and charged to their relief…
CONTINUES IN PART III
854.
Our Sunrise During PBBM – Part 2
(1) Behold in 2023: Year of the Rabbit
From “BBM” projects the Filipinos benefit
“Build Better More” for Infrastructural Innovations
“Broad Band ng Masa” for Information & Communications
(2) “Batang Busog Malusog” for hungry children
“Trabaho Para sa Bayan” for jobless brethren
MIF for our country's national economy
RCEP for our country's trade & industry
(3) “Buhay Ingatan, Droga'y Ayawan”
Became the nation's anti-drug slogan
“Love the Philippines” despite leftist criticism
Was made the slogan for tourism
(4) During PBBM's 2nd Year in office
Manila became popular among many cities
It's heralded as “The World's Leading City Destination”
By the World Travel Awards recognition
(5) Bohol became a UNESCO Global Geopark in the country
Iloilo City became a “City of Gastronomy”
Kalinga did the “World's Largest Banga Dance”
And also the “World's Largest Gong Ensemble” performance
(6) Also during PBBM's 2nd Year as President
Philippine churches were made magnificent
Quiapo Church turned into a national shrine
Antipolo Cathedral an international shrine
(7) Robert Walcher won as “Mr. Teen” in Thailand
John Lloyd Cruz won as “Best Actor” in Switzerland
Carlos Yulo garnered golds in International Gymnastics
EJ Obiena harvested golds in International Athletics.
-12/30/2023
(Dumarao… Rizal Day)
*“Our Sunrise During Marcos” collection
Ralph Baer was brilliant, he created the first video game console in the late sixties.
At first it was called 'The Brown Box' but was later renamed the 'Magnavox Odyssey'.
When it came to video games, he was a pioneer.
It's sad and tragic because he's no longer here.
Baer also developed the first Light Gun.
It was bundled with a shooting game and was sure to be fun.
He received the Pioneer Award during the Game Developers' Choice Awards back in 2008.
Video game systems wouldn't be what they are today without him, his contribution was great.
He was a wonderful man and that is certainly true.
But sadly, he has left the world at the age of 92.
[Dedicated to Ralph Baer (1922-2014) who died on December 6, 2014.]
when a monster is born
a savior shall be born
to slay him
must we wait
as the warrantee
awards himself further,
led astray, the seduction
of Aaron’s golden calf?
Guaranteed moral reduction
when the world is upside down
which way is N
o
r
t
h ?
H
a
r
m
o
n
y
stay free
from uncertainty
stay right here
stay right now
thin the eye of the eye unseen
in their hate
thus what does it mean
…to be alive ?
I shine brightest,
as bright as the moon’s radiance
when I come to you at sunset
I embrace
in every slur cast upon me
stammering
are their lyrics & notes
I rejoice
in the moments shared
even in the envious
& their mockups
with you my lover~
at sunset
my soul moans with a myriad
of questions
& countless emotions
war indemnifies
yet I am not afraid
for my heart
& conscience
come alive,
their insults forgiven
when love comes
to visit,
at sunset
The Darwin Awards are based upon Darwin's theory
regarding the survival of the fittest and elimination of the weak.
The less intelligent die off and are eliminated from the gene pool
and it is to they that the Darwin Awards are awarded to.
The Darwin Awards are awarded tongue in cheek.
Awards are given to they who died due to their own stupidity.
Paul Stiller, 47, and his wife Bonnie
were bored just driving around at about 2 A.M.
so they lit a quarter stick of dynamite to toss out the window
just to see what would happen.
Someone should have told them that the window was closed.
and so to Paul and Bonnie Stiller this Darwin Award goes.
However, they don't truly qualify for a Darwin Award actually
because both of them miraculously survived their injuries,
but I'm sure that a Darwin Award will be granted in their future inevitably.
THE GREATEST PERFORMANCE OF MY LIFE
Ahhh… I had performed so many characters in my life.
A mother, then a single mother with all its encumbrances
of being a breadwinner, a homemaker and sometimes
a substitute father, a grandmother and now a retiree.
I worked in so many different positions, doing my all
in each of them, receiving awards and acknowledgements
for a work well done or for my contributions, inputs for
better procedures in improving the workflow and productivity.
Most of all, I made sure of being financially independent
before retiring for I want to be comfortable without thinking
of finances and I do not want to be a burden to my children.
To me, these were not performances, they were responsibilities.
Responsibilities to myself, to my children and to my work.
And now, I am having the greatest performance of my life.
Living the moment, doing the things I want to do, sharing
my blessings, my gifts to my loved ones and close friends.
Reinventing myself, learning, exploring, changing every day
the best possible way, not making a big deal of little things,
accepting what I cannot change, being grateful for what
I have and appreciating my loved ones and close friends.
Most of all being thankful to Him and trusting Him more
each day, living for today with no cares, worries and fear.
6/5/22 The Greatest Performance Of My Life Poetry
JCB Brul
Dear Budding Poet,
Modern poetry to me is the reflection of the chaos and
declining intolerance of modern times. It expresses the pent-up
emotions writhing in complexity trying to embrace our beautiful lives.
I know you’re a budding poet pining to express yourself and
aspiring to make a mark. My advice to you would
be to listen to your heart and transcribe in your own way what
it says. It’ll become a poem because your heart is the window
on the world through which you perceive the human values taking
intricate shapes, yarns of emotions weaving tapestry of joy
and grief, and the beauty of life designing ecstasy in your mind.
Don't ever close this window. You look out at the pristine
nature and absorb the elegance it frames. You would reach
the realm of exaltation when your mind would swim on
imagination. Let it flow in its own course meandering through
the landscape of your times. Wake up the muse in you and
let it float. You’ll then find formless blocks of words appear
as imagery. You need to use your pen to sculpt from these
the piece of art, your poetry.
Poetry in my life is like a perennial fountain drenching my
parched mind, drowning my sorrow, draining my tears
and satiating me with joy of creation.
My favorite themes : nature, love, emotions, fantasy,
introspection, desire, dream.
My favorite reference sources : www. howmanysyllables.com,
Cliché Finder, Thesaurus, www.rhymezone.com.
Titles of my favorite poems I’ve written (in order of preference) :
Atmospheric Pressure, Your Lacustrine Beauty, Through
The Opaque Night, Flowing Silence, As I was Walking In The Snow,
Searching You, Sign of Times, Kite Flies Away From Concrete
Jungle, Opening The Mind’s Petals, Embrace of Quietus.
My literary background : I’m an Earth Scientist having a doctorate
degree, published many scientific papers , received national
awards for research. My parents who were teachers of
literature infused in me the love for poetry. I started writing poetry
from high school days, published 4 books of poems.
Suggestion for book title : “The making of a poet”,
“Poems in search of a poet”.
May, 23, 2018.
The Darwin Awards are a posthumous honor, recognizing those who have improved the human gene pool by removing themselves from it by their own foolish actions.
In a robbery way out in Long Beach
Elliot's handgun misfired in the breech
Down the barrel he took
A quite scatterbrained look
Then made it more than a figure of speech
There was a foolish fellow named Gary
Who gulped gasoline over near Cary
The fuel made him gag
So he fired up a ***
And now smokes in the state mortuary
"Look, no helmet!" Phil proudly decried
In the headgear disobedience ride
He stood for his rights
Then put out his lights
When he flew off his Electra Glide
An impatient Korean got miffed
And was ramming the doors of the lift
Then went a bit daft
When he got the shaft
But his ride to the bottom was swift
References:
http://jdgroover.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/the-2013-darwin-awards-are-out/
http://www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2012-03.html
http://www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2011-03.html
http://www.darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2010.html
Well, well"aint seen nothin like me"?
No one is shocked a person of darker pigment can pass a football or do anything they set out to dream with heart in hard work. I think you better stick with a spork, instead of hotknifing that herb, rubbing that lambp of piper sheeptoslaughter jerk.
Catch more bees with honey, plus you can use that plastic spoon to dig your way out of the backstabbery,
but Hollywood Idols love their trophys
especially silver spooned ones, Campbell's Chunky for coddled athletes, who got nothin else to do
but compete for biggest cat in a cradle,
Golden icons on the silver screen.
"bet they never considered me"???
Is there anybody else? I ask you, seriously?
Now I'm with you at the oscars those old Satanic, "Elites" only give awards
Like diplomas in the schools of mystery it apparently seems,
as Necromancers of the record industry getalongs and benedict prostitutes, keeping an ear to the breeze,
you don't want to be in that number,
the Saints ain't no kind of football team. The game is on, we need team leaders, not divides of conquering.
It's better to have a little humility, better to have your soul than to have to whole world at your feet in servitude, for athletic ability?
I don't want some black child to feel left out, underdeveloped, overlooked, that's my little brother, my little sister.......C!?
anyone can clearly see from watching Nickelodeon that people like Ms. Downs are underbooked, a stage of perceived demographic,
it happens like a fairy tale, till their claws tithe Capt. Hook.
Commodities we are, playing a part, innocense took,
trafficking, tracking pings, by Disney, by English Queens, blood exploited by achy hearts in the ritual bloodletting, usually on set, when the Mother goes missing.
Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood
his growth hormone deficiency
overcome through meds and workouts
a counter to foes physically imposing
Messi's daily slog of skills
agility and balance
slow grind of mastery to mesh the skills to speed
on the football field, Messi dribbles through opponents
pivots round defenders, takes an opposite direction
accelerates
de-accelerates
takes stock of field positions
awareness like a lordly hawk that calculates its prey
a kick triggered whittles through the air
the ball's stinging centre,
flight controlled
at a goal keeper spiralling to the ground
this FIFA World Cup champion
devout in faith
celebrates goals by a gaze upward
a pointed hand to the heavens
another field of his embracing
790 - Messi's career goals for Barcelona clubs and
Argentinean glory
football awards that roll on like credits on a movie screen
on field moves that burrow into memory
through the entanglement of limbs
Messi's footwork, like a dancer's gift
his sprints to fill the field with unheeding power
midst the bulging roar of fans
a homage to glorify the footballer
before he fades
to legend
Poem written January 4, 2023