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Tumbling Into Leechdom
The Omo River Ethiopia has no roads or bridges there
It is my home of hope
There is no other way to live
Leeches were once everywhere within the Omo
Tributaries, brooks and streams attended them
Morning’s sun would glaze my eyes when I was young
Running with the muddied currents there
The rock along the centered way protruding on the surface
Destroyed my boat and fled as splintered pieces down the stream
Swirling their good-byes
Discarding me right there abandoned
From the shallows, fighting currents to find dry land
When I emerged, muddied, like some darkened creature
Firm terrain found me dripping wet with leeches clinging head to toe
This would be my new life story
My river found friends and I set out to see the cunning man
The village shaman medicine man
Who offered his daughter in exchange for them
I took trinkets and bottled goat milk instead
Finding the young girl too heavy for the road
These leeches are perfect for all the healings
Respiratory infections to demonic possession
Leech gathering is what I do
Along and in the Omo of Ethiopia
In a far mountain area of Leyte
Located in the Pearl of Orient Sea
A South East Asian country
Lies a mysterious tale of Damdam
A wine bottled-size creature
Enormous critter, surpassing all others
This minuscule noshes greedily
It embezzles the mortals' ranch produce
Tote such back to his family
Unexpectedly was seized up by human
Captured and imprisoned in a corral
hopeless of escaping from their hands
To escape, might and power were used
But to the mortals pity and kindness
Released Damdam from captivity
From then on Damdam's mysterious story
Repeatedly however secretly narrated
Hoping that it's contour one day will be peeked
April 27, 2017
By: Precioso L. Tano
She started life as a gentle spring rain,
Innocence not yet slain.
So full of life with joy and happiness,
A soul truly blessed.
Parents who couldn’t figure it out,
Wrestling matches filled with screams and shouts.
Slowly the spring rain turned to dismal drizzle,
Happiness chipped away with a chisel.
Wings turned to armor,
She learned how to be ever the charmer.
Her shine dimmed as she tried to become invisible,
She learned at an early age she was invincible.
Dismal drizzle turned into a full blown tornado,
As horns took the place of her halo.
Childhood stripped away in the blink of an eye,
Silent pleas to just let her die.
Shame bottled up so no one would know,
Depression took root ever so slow.
Tornado gave way to an ice storm,
Frigid becoming her new norm.
Walls built to protect herself,
Caution to the wind she began to neglect her health.
No one could possibly understand her pain,
Any chance at real love had been slain.
Convinced she was destined to walk alone,
Thriving on the hope one day they would atone.
Eventually the ice began to melt,
A new hand had been dealt.
Spring broke free,
A warrior she began to see.
Her circumstances didn’t define her,
She was her own cure.
She started to love the face in the mirror,
Everything becoming clearer.
Flowers began to bloom,
A new pattern on the loom.
Spring shifted to summer,
She began to see she really was a stunner.
Her held high,
A sight that would make anyone cry.
She embraced her scars,
Eyes as bright as the night stars.
Summer gave way to fall,
As she made her final call.
The one who saw her at her worst,
Tried with all his might to have the curse reversed.
With her dying breath,
She made him promise to find her after death…
-A
In these days of austerity
It’s getting to be a treat
To go out for a few pints
And have a bite to eat,
So, Please Mr Pub Landlord
Grant me just a little wish
Bring back the vinegar bottle
So I can splash me bit of fish.
Those little plastic sachets
You’ve generously placed there
Supposedly have perforation
But they just refuse tear.
I need that essential liquid
Over me chips and cod
To transpose it from wonderful
To meal fit for a demi god.
I sit there by the mimute
Growing more and more tense
Looking at the pile of sachets
That just won’t dispense
In despair I eat my meal
Before it grows cold
But it’s just not the same
Without that liquid of gold.
I shall add that designer to
That list of those folk that
I’d like to meet in a dark alley
When I’ve got my baseball bat
A pox on the plastics industry
Once thought a packaging solution
Now a source of anger and despair
And the growing oceanic pollution.
I’m just a simple type of being
So many modern things I hate
Just give me fish and taties
Hot, served on a real plate
And I reall dont think that
I’m asking rather a lot
For vinegar in a real bottle
And salt and pepper in a pot.
i'm a country boy,
as country as can be;
i'm barefoot when i go to church,
don't give a hoot 'bout society!
i sleep naked in the back yard,
go skinny dippin' in the lake;
when i use the outhouse,
the ground's gonna quake!
i eat with both hands,
possum, squirrel, an' coon;
cook 'em on an open fire,
an' use my fingers as a spoon!
bouncin' rocks off turtle shells,
sippin' moonshine from a jug;
sweet as a store bought teddy bear,
it's okay to give me a hug!
i love my thermal underwear,
they're red, with a cute lil' flap;
i'll curl up in the chicken coop,
for a long afternoon nap!
i ain't much for fightin'
but i don't take no crap;
if you push me in a corner,
get ready for a scrap!
forget that bottled water,
i'm drinkin' from a well;
next time you're in the country,
stop and visit for a spell!
Large heads
The Modern Slavery Crisis Must Be Addressed.
Calling on all poets for an urgent meet-up
The Pied Piper has surfaced again in this world.
On this occasion, he is dressed in a Jojo Armani suit.
He never drinks bottled water from the guest tables
He questions the labels, he questions the cell phones
He reacts to the earplug in their ears
It brought on a wave of sadness,
What is this madness? He said under his breath!
He looked across at the audience,
And whisper how convenient!
Stand up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Did this new generation go down without a fight?
No pointed hats, but why so many large heads?
Here ye hear ye, hear ye, have the men and women
This generation sold their souls for honey.
Misery is a life sentence in which love company,
That is why he called the meetup today, per se,
Cats and dogs will never be friends, he said in an unknown language
Timekeepers cannot stop time, time will run out,
Large heads will Strunk because it filled with air,
Great leaders of the world, I welcome you all.
But I am not Bob the builder, I can't shape your future
I am the Pied Piper:
The Mask I wear is of a Comedian
Not showing the world I hurt
For when you laugh or cry looks the same
Sarcasm is rooted in pain.
The Mask I wear is of an Introvert
Being lonely than risk not being liked
I keep to myself and try not to falter
Failure is rooted in Rejection.
The Mask I wear is a Social Butterfly
My calendar is packed my life lacks depth
The gift of the gab is for me
My Personality is rooted in Insecurity.
The Mask I wear is of a Perfectionist
Everything running on my watch smoothly
Living in a constant state of something going wrong
My Obsessiveness is rooted in Anxiety.
The Mask that I wear is of a Monk
Showing my calm as if nothing is wrong
Never facing my bottled up emotions
My Composure is rooted in Chaos within me.
Dated 29.8.22
sunrise smiles as I draw white drapes
voices of spirits disappear in breeze
hands stiff, feet c o l d — swollen
age asks not invisible
I hold window latch, opening with squeak
time for black coffee to
ripple another day
without smoke lacy friends
room glimmers not
it is still sacred with heaven’s silence
holding my mind
cells wait —-
s w e e t n e s s
dichotomies glide pale sky
paradoxes paragraphed
eventide arrives equally equal
orange hues tessalate
your frequency wefts through keyhole
toes spread barefooted eager
barley soup bubbles a broth spicy
soon presences will be precious
mocha perfume
never bottled
oregon floorboards
waiting ___ - - - footsteps in black pumps
undefined we dine
soup ladle hot ~
TIME IN A BOTTLE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
T - Tears of memories, forever sealed as planned
I - Inscrutable hours, slipping away like grains of sand
M - Moments frozen in time, like a photograph's gaze
E - Echoes of laughter, whispers of love's sweet praise
I - In the depths of my soul, a story unfurls
N - Notes of nostalgia, murmurs from the past start to swirl
A - Amidst the silence, memories begin to unfold
B - Bottled up emotions, aching to make some noise
O - Oceans of tears, skies of blue, and rivers of joy
T - Tides of time washing over me all day long
T - Timeless moments, like a treasured song
L - Lost and found in the depths of this bottle so fair
E – Ephemeral dreams suspended in this glass sphere
2026.01.16
Today, Thursday 52 weeks ago,
Someone summoned up the courage,
Decided to approach me,
While I was standing in a queue.
He introduced me his name was JC.
He, somehow, knew I was in need,
To find a website to share my writing,
Which wrapped up all my feelings,
Of the short, sweet and lovely friendship with BB.
JC was a young, and seemed to be a shy man,
But he took the initiative to reach out to me,
To start a friendship which was
Even shorter than I was with BB.
It was so short it lasted only 88 days,
With lot of waiting, and promising.
It ended on a Sunday 2025.4.13.
When he messaged me in the morning.
With lot of anguishes and hatred.
Strangely enough, I had mix feelings for him.
I wished he never asked me,
To read his author book,
In which I found him a person with adhorent actions,
I was dismay and disappointed with his immature and irresponsible person.
Actually, it was how he treated me,
That I retaliated and described my true feelings,
And being unfriendly towarded him in my writing,
He should judge me from my behaviours,
Instead of my words.
How I had always been nice to him.
I supposed, pen is mightier than sword.
Nevertheless, if it was not for him,
All my feelings and diary writing,
Would still be bottled up and burried in my heart.
Thank you JC.
As I wrote before, it was faith letting us meet,
It was our behaviours and characters,
Driven our friendships fell apart.
Just wished to say "Hello JC, take care and goodbye."
To commemorate our friendship,
However, short and bitter sweet,
I have started playing your song,
The one you wrote last year,
The one you shared with me,
Just 10 days before you ended our relationship.
The only one I loved to read, sing and play.
I wish all your dreams come true,
Form a band to play your songs,
Publish and produce the albums.
Finally, complete your author book,
With interesting and lovely stories.