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A Late Blooming Truth

In the middle of a Thai hot summer, we ventured
into the high hills of North Thailand.
We were medics, a small out-reach team
serving the scattered rural villages
of that remote area.

Klauss, a dour civic engineer, by his side,
his wife, a pretty Chinese nurse.
As it happened, Klauss brought along
a visiting acquaintance, an avuncular German.

On the way home to the leprosy institute,
we pulled the Land Rover into a wayside village shop
to eat sticky rice, chilies, and salted fish.
I disremember how the conversation turned
to the second world war,
I think the talkative German instigated that subject,
declaring how the allies had propagandized the facts.

I spoke coldly of how my father (a Hurricane fighter pilot),
had died in the Battle of Britain, and how I had seen
all the disgustingly savage films of the concentration
camp victims. The kraut just glared red faced at his feet 
while soft spoken, kindly Klauss struggled to change
the conversation.

That was many years ago, now I feel compelled
to confess that I had blatantly lied!
Dad was an air-raid warden who rode a peddle bike,
and never left London during the war.

Yet strangely, that was the first time 
I thought I could be, should be a poet.


Beautiful Rainbow

 I remember how you have made me feel — a destiny of a labyrinth
You are an orchestra of auras in my mind
I disremember all the trauma and envy you made me deal with
Set me free with your adoration oh so kind

You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar

You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow

I want to remind you how I long for you — a faithful grace growing
You are an orchard of outlandish colors
I need to unwind for a time, but you, out of the blue, keep on bestowing
Upon me sadness galore, but someday…someday…
We will grow and glow like flowers
Blow away the wasted hours
Show me His wondrous powers

You are my beautiful rainbow
In the aqua-blue sky, I know
You’ll be with me forevermore
You’re so lovely as you soar

You’re so lovely as you shine on and on and on evermore
You’re so lovely as you pour
Forth happiness from desirous sky to fretful floor…
You are like a dolphin ashore
You’re a beautiful rainbow as I very much know
As I very much show
As you very much glow
As you very much flow
Bestow upon us blessings everglow

Someday, I will remember us together
Till then, we are much like the weather
We are separated by the winds of time
We were like the waters, washing away our doubts and grime
We will grow as far as it goes like flowers
We will glow like the sweet sunshine hours
Get a grip and stop giving me lip
RIP away our negativity and repair our friendship…
We tear apart like the titanic ship
Take a dip into the dark shadows and be my beautiful rainbow on this road-trip 
A destiny of a road-trip…
A lenient labyrinth of a fearless, peaceable Kingdom, 
So kissing good riddance to a corrupted world of lustful scum
Form: Lyric

Last Love Song

Tonight the sky that once
became a blackboard of my 
dream gradually loves the dark.

The vast black heaven in the
night of sorrow is the haven of 
the twinkling stars.

But their brightness is 
diminishing.

They somehow make my heart 
happy
For I am made to think that they 
give succor to me

They grieve over my reproach.

On this similar hour of the past I 
held her hand
As my lips gently touched her 
forehead.

On this same time too
I warmly hugged her
And she responded with a sweet 
smile at me.

Sweet moments of how I really 
loved her are boxed in my 
memory.

Someone already owns her, 
Like her heart that has 
previously forgotten, I will also 
disremember our love.

Tonight I see the starry sky, 
The sound of waves that crash 
onto the shore is forlorn
And the wind of the night has 
indisposition.

Enough to feel the final pain she 
had given me
And the last love song I offered 
to her.

Translated by Bernard F. 
Asuncion from Jez Rico Cuenta's
HULING KUNDIMAN

no jealousy anymore

nice and negotiable 
ominous and unstable 

joy and jubilance and unjealous 
excited and inescapable fate comes to mind 
and ancient memory is alright and okay
lonely and loveless like you
over you…emotionally…
useless as wizdumb 
sacred and sorrowful
yonder come day! Full of dismay…okay…I pray you are good too some say…someday…

animals help me feel better and heals the regretter
nothing much in mind actually
yes, I choose obedience over rebellion any day
mesmerized and memorized almost everything or almost nothing in particular
oh my word, I almost forgot to forget and remembered to disremember 
rage on another page I feel deep down
exit, issues…place your feet in my shoes…think about it…”you’re full of !”
Form: Acrostic

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Then chase away its cloying sweetness 
With a 4-day old 20 oz. 7-11 coffee,
BLACK.

Later, while speeding down an empty highway
Private demons dancing in your head
Chasing thoughts around
Like the wind chasing dead shards of summer
Through a silver sea of winter clouds,
Radio chattering like a mental patient -
Embellish the chaos
With unbridled daydreams of lurid sex;
Follow with unstructured reflections on one's life unravelling.

Think about anything
Anything to stave off the dark's heavy hand
Pressing the walls as we sleep.
Disremember the last time
Death walked grinning white next to you,
Forget what might be slipping past
Each time you close your eyes.


Christmas

Have you heard that clear melodious sound before
Insistent like someone knocking at your front door
If you could taste it it’s probably sweet like sugar cane
It’s only a bird joyfully singing its Christmas again
Strange but you can sense it in the atmosphere
Even the silence gently saying Christmas is here
Across the land children rehearse Christmas plays
Decorate Christmas trees in many colourful ways
Buying special gifts for families and friends so dear
An exciting pleasant exercise we do it every year
How can we ever this historical day disremember
The true and real meaning of that day in December
Born in a manger in a stable our precious Lord
Peace and joy angelic voices singing  in one accord
Wise men sought him brought three gifts and saw
A little baby but Mary’s baby is a baby no more
And that is why with grateful hearts we sing
Joy to the world for Jesus is our coming King
Happy Christmas and goodwill to all out there
Let’s spread this message of hope everywhere
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Country's In The Very Best Of Hands

The purpose of authority is to remain in authority, not to dispense justice. (Anonymous)


There are lofty careers such as chef or physician,
But none is so low as a politician.
We vote to send them to D.C. to represent us,
But once they take office they start to resent us,
And retaining the job is their only ambition.

We've a two-party system, supposedly better than one,
But they're constantly bickering and little gets done.
Each session is rife with innuendo, and slander,
And pure diatribe, and, of course, gerrymander,
But when they vote to raise their pay, they pull as one.

Republicans and Democrats by name,
Self-promotion and duplicity their game.
What a politician says is proving
He's lying if his lips are moving,
But we elect them, so we've just ourselves to blame.

Trump soon will start his reign again, but here's the thing,
This country needs a leader, not a king.
Kamala mightn't have been much better,
But would've tried harder if we'd let her,
And she wouldn't treat the job as just a fling.

Now Republicans are thrilled because they won,
But the uphill fight for them has just begun.
What they seem to disremember,
All power to them is not surrendered.
No matter what they may propose,
The Dems will stubbornly oppose,
And they'll find themselves back where they were…
Square one…
And both Houses work the hardest
When they're getting nothing done.

This country needs a captain
Who can steer the ship of state.
Let's hope that…somehow…Trump will beat the odds
And not continue second rate.
For the next four years, I guess,
We'll have to bide our time and wait
For him to tweet us just exactly where he stands,
And that the country's in the very best of hands.

Remember, Sister

Remember 
The voice that woke you up in the morning
Disremember 
The arguments that altered into mourning
Consider 
The affectionate memories that we cherish the most 
Don’t consider 
The horrifying hours that we have not spent with each other
Reflect on
The blissful Sabbaths that we’ve kept with the whole family
Don’t reflect on
The unholy conversations that we bring up at the dinner table

But do remember
The joyful dreams that we share with each other! 
But do remember
That you are beautiful and you are worthy to find your true love, 
My cherished sister

Do you still consider our eccentric, dreamlike characters?
Do you still consider our imaginations soaring like a golden eagle, flying triumphantly?

The Nearer Peace

The nearer  peace,more savage are the acts
Abhorrent to the atheist in us all.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks

As we whites  did evil to the black
With little difference, hate  for glory calls.
The nearer  peace, the more savage the acts

All of us can  disremember facts
Israeli hands  have gripped and then appalled.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks

As ,with Bomber Harris, Dresden packed
Burned  like grass the refugees to ghouls
The nearer  peace, the more savage the acts

We deny the  healing  we have lacked
For Jesus' Jews we let be killed ,de-souled
History, undigested ,splits and sticks

Palestine’s own Arabs are  ill ruled
And in return,  explode  like stubborn mules
The nearer love, the more  the  hatred whacks
History., inconceivable,   directs

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