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Remembering the Past
Tito is Tagalog of Uncle
Tito David Rodriguez and Tito Willie Totanes are very good friends
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME)
on the 90’s
Tito David is a Filipino model, journalist, actor in FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito Willie Totanes strongly supports me
He drives me around the bay area
Uprising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David is Also a base in Anima Christi choir at St. Andrew, Daly City CA
Both of them are supporting me
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Directed by the late Mr. Jesse Pangilinan
Who passed away
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Supported with Mr. Prospero Luna
A Retired Comedian and actor in the Philippines
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Knew by my late father
Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Mayor of San Pascual, Batangas City, Philippines
Returning to FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
I would sing all throughout the Bay area
Had shows
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang at some Filipino gathering in SF, CA
Concert on October 11, 1998: Outrage on Stage Launching my only Song-Through the Eyes of a Child
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Would Sing in Karaoke beer house
At restaurants and parties in the bay area
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang in Westlake Shopping Center in Daly City, CA
Also sang in Serramonte Mall in Daly City, CA
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Met the Asia’s Song bird of the Philippines
Ms. Regine Velasquez
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
And the Song Writer
Mr. Ogie Alcasid
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tragic Car Accident happened
On October 11, 1999
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
The late Director Jesse Pangilinan passed away
FAME disbanded
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
As of now a client of Heart Soul’s True Hope
In North County, Daly City, California
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
God took my singing career and He changed it to Poetry
He changed it to a harder one because I have to learn poetry but I’m having fun
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
About the Author- revised
A poor disabled Filipina
Migrated US
Had a tragic car accident
On October 11 1999
My name, Jacqueline called by Eternal God
Was on Coma
With 3% chances of living
I persevered to walk, without a cane
Walked 4 blocks with a cane
Took 4 hours I’m home
Again walked 4 blocks without the cane
Got home in 2 hours
Learned Patience and Tolerance”
Slowly developed having Wisdom and Comprehension
Loved Reading
Patience and Tolerance in Math
Had many rocky milestones, many difficulties
Soulmate on earth
Tai-Angelo Lizarraga
Eternal God commanded me "Help him, He'll help you later"
It's overwhelming to realize
God saved me
Unbelievable how God communicate
Commanding and ordering in my conscience
He chose me to spread the truth of His Gospel
Communicate through senses
Wrote a book FATHER CHRIST DIVINE TRUTH-Companion Prayers
He informed me, He says things in Parables
Ordered me to say things in Poetry
People think I'm weird
Even my late Spiritual Director, who passed away
Think I come up with some weird ideas
Response in everything, "I believe in God"
New Tune in June Booming Soon!
Room for the Guitar Scars to be Groomed after Blooming to Soon...
Only if Able to Return the Stability of the Skilled Milk Spills Filled with Frisky Whiskey,
To the Dance Hall of Too Tall’s Ballroom Sprawled out Calling Out “One more Song.”
All along Wrong about the throng of the song sawn as a brawny pawn shop Prop,
Stopping measures for pleasure to resume play as the Pause repeatedly gets hit,
Gripped in the lips of a badass vocalist,
Yet, still jokingly yodeled boastfully as a hoax boasting of a roasted winged ring,
Deeming the listeners Kings and Queens as the dreamy mean of ring notes wrote,
Spoke the stream of team leaning steamy things to be dope, so to speak,
And served neat and up on the down beat erupting yet sleekly discreet,
While NOT many who could sing the piece were left with much to speak about,
Still, it might get played too loud,
At least for some crowds,
Boom, boom as the Tune from June looms well-endowed as a good bit of a skit writ right now.
How?
Wrote note by note and spoken out loud as spoken word so each verb could proud,
As the adjectives directives raise the rest of the mess of the unkempt brows aroused by sound,
Mounted abounding by the print outs scouted by growling townspeople down for the count.
Crowned by the spongey dung stung grunge grounded all around waiting to be found.
Rounding the corners adorned by horned hounds loudly spouting its nouns.
Owned, home grown, and as the time is now part of the Lozer Zone honed roaming bound phone known to be shown the tone of pointy stoner boners covered by foam proofing spoof of a roof raising goof duped into the crap shoot of lute lifted for a gifted spooky group rooting for something new to do as what was skewed grew to new heights despite the might of the crew grouping the boos as the acoustics moved risking the brisk whisk of a one hit spit out howl.
While the director of the elected record endeavor called, “foul...”
Had just turned age sixteen.
Hey, that was really keen.
But I was aimless in high school.
Which was not really cool.
In this pose, now I was stuck.
What will I be when I grow up?
Older siblings were college-bound.
Such a path I had not found.
I asked for help on what to do.
So, I'd have a future not so blue.
Be an architect or engineer?
Too far beyond me, I feared.
A pamphlet happened to come my way.
"Be a city planner," it did say.
So, I decided to read some more.
Suddenly opened, was a brand-new door!
With much excitement, I continued to read.
What's next? How to proceed?
I called City Hall for the right place to go.
"Try the planning office, if you want to know."
I made my plan to head downtown.
There, the planning office, I found.
The director gave me an office tour.
I began to feel, "This is for sure."
Maps on the wall were plain to see.
Planning books showing what a city could be.
I now knew exactly, I clearly perceived.
I was becoming a plan devotee.
I asked the director what school I needed.
State University, he completed.
I headed home with enthusiasm.
I was now lifted from my earlier chasm.
I experienced a rise in expectations.
Was accepted at college upon graduation.
Four years later, a graduate planner.
Whatever else could possibly matter.
Over the years, I held many positions.
I helped build cities with my planning decisions.
Now 40 years later, from myself, I can't hide.
Having fulfilled my dreams, I look back with pride.
The Epiphany that Changed Your Life contest, start date Aug. 8, 2022
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Poet: John Baie
Accordin' to my totally unbiased and very detailed research,
Jerimiah Flood pastored the Happy Valley Baptist Church.
From the pulpit he flailed his arms as if fightin' a hive of bees,
Elicitin' "Hallelujahs" and bringin' sinners fallin' to their knees!
His boomin' voice disturbed the peace of those who chose to sleep.
Interminable two-hour sermons were tolerated by his faithful flock of sheep.
He preached hellfire and damnation and the dire results of sin.
He was a'gin any form of gamblin' or dancin' and drinkin' moonshine gin!
An all-day meetin' with dinner on the grounds was an annual tradition,
A time to repent for sins of commission and omission in order to avoid perdition!
Dinner was held under the spreadin' sycamores if the weather allowed.
A half-hour blessin' by Jerimiah was normal as hungry stomachs growled!
Tables groaned 'neath heaps of fried chicken, baked beans and pertaters,
Green bean casseroles and garden fresh stuff includin' beefsteak termaters.
Most disturbin' and unknown to the reverend, there was a little tad of booze,
Snuck into the gatherin' and surreptitiously shared by old Deacon Hughes!
Pastor Flood served the faithful congregation for nigh on forty years,
Baptisin', marryin' and buryin' through many happy times and tears.
Oh, I failed to mention Sister Lois, ancient organist and director of the choir.
Her tea was spiked and she became so inebriated she was invited to retire!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
5.0 grade-point on a 4.0 scale
Climbed Mt. Everest, the 'icy trail'
His summer job was 'Director of Sales'
This straight male applied early to Yale
Puerto Rican knockout with Eskimo mother
Non-binary female and transgender lover
Active in flash mobs, landed three months in jail
Now back on the streets, thanks to 'No Cash Bail'
Our 'Yalie' got rejected, 'Why' is the question
Since our flash-mobber got into Harvard
An accomplished bank-robber, else she'd have starved
While our erstwhile 'Yalie' cleaned rooms at the Westin
All's well that ends well, my folks always say
'Yalie's' gender-confused now ~ I think that I shall pray
Is government control of humans’ birth, aging, and dying
In century 26, as practiced by a new World State;
Different from 20th century’s use of eugenics,
Which used “fitness” to determine people’s reproductive fate?
A high-tech London, where humans’ material needs are met,
Setting of Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World, utopian tale;
Sterile world of human cloning and conditioning to castes,
Recreational soma drug and sex use on widespread scale.
In respite from his boss’ – the DHC’s – awkward confessions,
Bernard and Lenina fly to the Savage Reservation.
There they meet Linda and her young adult son, John “the Savage”,
Fathered by DHC 20 years before, on vacation.
Bernard publicly presents Linda and John to DHC,
Bringing Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning [DHC] down.
DHC flees from “sin” of involvement in natural birth.
Bernard and new celebrity, John “the Savage”, gain renown.
Finally, John rejects the soma, sex, and clones of London,
Spurns Lenina’s moves and keeps soma from “lower” Delta caste.
His retreat to do penance draws crowds and curiosity;
Leads to suicide by hanging – John’s perceived freedom at last.
This Brave New World’s parallels to eugenics cannot be lost,
Since, in both cases, the state had a hand in who lives and dies.
American Breeder’s Association, “better babies,”
Forced sterilizations – how U.S. eugenics took its guise.
Human cloning now – gene, reproductive, or therapeutic –
Raises a host of ethical, moral, and other issues.
Somatic nuclear transfer to clone human embryos
Evokes Brave New World’s ‘soma’ in copying people’s tissues.
Eugenics – legal in U.S. until 1970’s;
Its dehumanizing nature gone from society’s norms?
With current human cloning research, genetic ‘shopping’, more,
No one’s safe ‘til humankind is respected in all its forms.
4/20/17
(Director John Huston had, previously to
this shoot, killed an elephant under
controversial circumstances. Here he
discusses his cast and crew. "Wallaby"
is his nickname for Eli Wallach.)
White Hunter, Black Heart
She had no technique.
If anyone ever tells you
Marilyn Monroe was crafty,
they don't know what they're saying.
What she did was naked truth.
What she gave was Marilyn.
But it was quite a gift.
There was something luminous,
something beautiful beyond looks,
voluptuous divinity:
a wistfulness about her.
She was every girl you ever loved,
or ever hoped to love.
Mortally injured in some way
which no-one understood,
convinced of her own unworthiness,
she was checking out -
not just of my film,
but of life itself.
The Jewish guy?
How can you be so smart
and still not understand?
You don't conquer women
by being kind. Dumb highbrow.
So, they're giving presents
with divorces now?
Nevada is the "leave it" state.
Come here, park your marriage.
I'll be glad to leave it.
Making a film - what's that?
It's leaving behind your loneliness
for a little while,
and making an ersatz little world
where you can, perhaps, believe
that you share a thing.
You put a frame around it,
then move on.
You do that till you die.
That's all there is.
The nineteen sixties now:
I've seen enough.
Boxer, prospector,
horse trooper, man:
I've done all I can.
I've painted with light.
The heat has been fierce,
but it's awful cold at night.
Like Wallaby says,
I'm an eagle tired of flight:
how do I land?
38.4154017°, -76.5341214°
A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones (bedstone and runner stone), gears, shafts, and a hopper for grain, Diet. The crested honey buzzard is a specialist feeder, living mainly on the larvae of social bees and wasps, and eating bits of comb and honey(qilaat)Inuit The People at Funks Pond.Analog-to-digital conversion.absolute event.a combination of shutter speed aperture
that determines the amount of light reaching the camera's sensor. manufactured by Kurtis Kraft in 1949 and 1950.Punganur Made cars and had a Milling Mill on the Creek. in the 1930's they built Sports cars and sold hovercrafts in the 1933 the sold shares of there company to the public. They became famous when the wife woman began infusing honey with vanilla beans:infused honey is made by adding whole Vanilla Beans to our raw and unfiltered honey. It's a perfect balance of sweet and vanilla taste.They shut down the company
and moved all the equipment to an undisclosed place Selling the Motor Company to Frank Muntez
Expenditures/costs negotiated/spent before filming begins, including source material rights (for adaptations) and salaries for director, producer screenwriter, and actors.
Whammy Bar ( Little Black Egg.....)
Funks Pond(revamp)
(RUMOR HAS IT) Ernest T. Bass was involved in an interracial relationship with black model Donyale Luna_ they had a child in 1967 he never recognized the child. In 2001 his unrecognized granddaughter began tossing stones at a Mall in Mississauga Canada. It was said she was sing "The Creeks to Dry" skip along in bootie shorts, a white tee shirt and a sleeveless blue jean vest. It was said that she had large beetle bugs in her purse. Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!)
Written By: Pro.Tuum Proximus Maritus
and Doctor Uxor Eius Est
of Wobble Board Fame Inc.
Red Cow Music and Lyric Company
British White Recording Academy
Belgium Blue Sound Prep Inc.
all Produced and Ex-Produced
By Black Angus "Jumpan-Pumpin"
with permission by Star Anise Leather Co. LLC
Copyright Pending
Patent approved
"Cheezey-greazy sour Dill
with Yeasty rolls: Man thats
deliisous!"
Written By:
Huba Datl Chol
Circa 1969
Revised the other day(2023)
A humble tribute to a favorite movie
a tall story by director Jim Henson
who later created the Muppets
While most people struggle to create
and save their best works for last
this was not the case for this superstar
On the surface maybe a movie for kids
but no one is fooled by this masterpiece
young and old there are layers for all
Hansen's movie is pure genius
and touched me to my very core
in a haunting surreal way
It deals with innocence in the midst of
the balance of good and evil in the world
definitely a must see movie
This classic dates back to 1982
but its subtle spiritual aspects
stayed with me through life
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021