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Pearl of the Orient Seas surely am I
in my strategic geographical position
Heralding beauty and glory bestowed
by the Almighty along my precious history
Influenced with varied cultures indeed
blest with unique identity of global impact
Liberty-led, I’m propelled by my great
citizens, surely freedom loving…
Independence prevails over me, conquered
by my heroes of valor and integrity
Propped upon truth of sovereignty
securing our territory with peace…
Philippines am I, verily dear, prospered
priceless gem to my treasured people
Imparting to them my God-blest*
of grand purpose and functional interest
Nourishing every citizen with ideals
upheld by constitutional nurture
Effectively delivering services through
officials who are responsibly efficient…
Settled am I as shining pearl to the
world marked by my FILIPINOS’ stature!
*Psalm 33:12 King James Version 12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord...
February 10, 2024
Personification in Acrostic form
1st place, "Pearl of the Orient" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jcb Brul; judged on 2/25/2024
This Poem Really S***s
Colors Increase Decrease
Green
Shallow blue
Wound up red
There are things purple in nature
A scale fills up orange alarms
Intimations of the sky of yellow
Things fall short in summer’s active pink
Solid items might go in or become indigo
Sometimes worlds go around without the color almond brown
Sometimes worlds go around without the color almond brown
Solid items might go in or become indigo
Things fall short in summer’s active pink
Intimations of the sky of yellow
A scale fills up orange alarms
There are things purple in nature
Wound up red
Shallow blue
Green
Commented on 7/26/2014 7:22:00 PM by Lyric Man
"Earl.. Boom!"
entered on 10/21/14 for "This Poem Really S***s" - Poetry Contest
On Solid and Liquid Grounds
By: Earl Schumacker
Strong winds comb the ocean curve
White threads of mist lift away
Our hearty crew sets out
To find a way off
Solid land and sand abandoned
We bob atop the vast consuming sea
On collapsing dawn and day
A taste of salt
A rise of heights
And crying blinding spray
Moved by rogue waves
Churns and takes us where they will
Falls like iron buildings dispersing beneath a solid liquid world
As monumental weights about us
Removed from boundaries observable
Departures have their ways as fortunes change
Elements of cause displaced with waves
Unannounced
Back to the body of water and related wilds proper
Melds there…. formless…. yet filling in an empty need to remain full
A landless majesty locked in an embrace stays
We struggle
But turned around by forces not our own
Fear grew on us like mold
Rusting our souls in place
Gills and fish splash back our sinking expectations
Told us of their truth
Not ours
We must depart
Their world for ours
Something solid but no less moving
His wisdom did his happiness destroy,
Aiming to know that world he should enjoy;
And wit was his vain, frivolous pretense
Of pleasing others, at his own expense
- John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester
I’ve often wondered would I have been happier
had I been born more simple minded
If my brain was unable to conceptualize
considerations that go deeper than
what is necessary knowledge to survive
If I was blind to all the bullsh*t
If being tethered to this tiny dead end town
bereft of options or opportunity
were enough to placate me
If I wasn’t aware of a
whole wondrous world out there
though I’ve experienced so little of it
never having seen a sea or left the country
despite the Rand McNally map
hanging on my bedroom wall as a kid
decorated with different colored tacks
denoting all the far away places
upon whose soil I was sure I’d someday set my feet
If I wasn’t confident I could have achieved so much more
if fate had seen fit to give me a chance
the smallest crack in the door
If I didn’t suffer from this fire inside burning me alive
driving me to strive for what I will never have
Suspense creeps in with tea and crumpets, dear,
And murder, mayhem, chaos, stirred right in
—Poet Stirring Up Suspense
IT IS TIME FOR TEA
It is time for tea, a giddyup I need.
Water is boiling in the glass pot.
Sublime scent and flavor guaranteed
and great to sip with a story plot.
The warmth of Earl and Lady Grey,
with bergamot or peel of orange-lemon.
So arousing - a nose and tongue touché
as well as the development of dilemma in
my cute mystery novel. The dust cover
shows a striped gray kitten and steaming
cup of peppermint tea. A Christmas lover,
I sup on crumpets and choice daydreaming.
Whether herbal hibiscus, cherry or chai
in this cockcrow explosion of birdsong,
I live for and long for the climatic high.
My brain fog’s lifted, character’s are strong.
It is an intoxicating concoction, time well spent
to awaken this poet’s muse, cozy in red pajamas.
It is time for tea, the steeping and bent
of a stupendous cup, steaming with sunrise dramas.
The irritant is caressed in the soft folds of a cloak
Layering it lovingly so smooth to stroke
The irritant becomes fit for King, Prince or Earl
To spend their money on a brand new lustrous pearl.
The spherical pearl of astounding beauty and form
Not man made or designed but from nature is born
From the mollusc a lowly bivalve, barely a good meal
This precious pearl is so beauteous that grown men will steal
To keep a pearl looking well it must be worn next to the skin
To keep the lustre shining bright or the pearl will grow dim
A pearl is a gem of much value, and a gem of much worth
Also a metaphor for a person, known as the salt of the earth.
© 10/03/2013 ~GG~
They are the Ghosts of the Orange House she whispered.
By the whisper, I figured she thought I knew about them.
I didn’t, but I have heard many rumors since; I emphasize rumors.
They think they are all that; they have wild parties, they are frightening.
They are tight-knit, they despise strangers, they chase interlopers off.
Having no idea what that meant, I decided to stop by for a visit.
They were eager to meet me and welcomed me with Earl Spook tea.
This is delicious! I told them. Some were shy; they tittered about that.
Grandma Ghost of Orange House said I could come back any time.
The next time brought homemade cookies.
We cannot eat them, but we sure enjoy smelling them, they told me.
I was so glad I decided to make up my own mind
Instead of listening to rumors.
The whiskey's gone down
Like words you never said
Your vengeance a game
That’s danced in my head
I keep running, running
From the price of the past
While you brew your revenge
A storm none can outlast
In the rear view mirror
I see your agents close
Like shadows creeping,
But I’ve already chose
To run, free like the wind
Run, I’m never coming back again
Run, this heart’s had its fill of pain
Run, chasing shadows in the rain
Would you like to know
Who I’ve been talking to?
And what I told them
During pillow talk, too?
Did I hurt your feelings
Telling the truth?
I was rather uncouth
But so were you
Now in between sets
On the big screen in the bar
My music plays
Exposing an open scars
Run, free as the wind
Run, I’m never coming back again
Run, this heart’s had its fill of pain
Run, chasing shadows in the rain
Call all your agents
And Government lawyer pigs
Bring out your bent Judge
And hide under your Adelita wigs
My whiskey highball is nice and neat
Earl Grey with lemon is a real treat
I am watching your G-Man creeps
Watching me drink
When alone in Asian lands
Not pub crawling in Dubai sand
You are never alone
Like an Obama wedding drone
With a Government schlep
Following your every step
Run, free as the wind
Run, never coming back again
Run, this heart’s had its fill of pain
Run, chasing shadows in the rain
So here’s my goodbye,
With a twist in my breath,
I’ll take your cruel game
And bury it with death.
In the shadows I’ll fly,
You won’t find me again,
Just know I’ll keep running,
While you are in your prison den.
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Bar-be-que Chicken Breast
Fresh Garden Squash and Onion
New Garden Potatoes in White Sauce
Sliced Garden Vine Ripen Tomatoes
Steamed Fresh Garden Cabbage
Sweet and Sour Garden Fresh Beets
Corn Bread Sticks
Iced Earl Grey Tea with Bergamont
Enjoy
They were were in
the best parlour
fine furnishing of
Victorian period
dotted all round the
elaborate room
yet a tension, an
unease hangs in the
air
Hat in hand he
stands before her
father
who hits the roof
when he asks for her
hand
I won't accept any
proposals from a
scallywag
how dare you, Sir
even suggest such a
thing
His wife stands in
front trying to calm
him
fearful he may fly
at the ardent young
man
gently soothing
things over as best
as she can
pointing out the
good breeding, an
Earl no less
Their daughter
mortified pretends
she's not there
so sad of heart as
she hears her father
ranting
will he relent? All
she wishes for, is
to be wed
despairing she shuts
herself off and
turns her back
How does it all end?
That is a moot
question indeed
will his wife talk
him round? Will
there be wedding
bells?
By the haughty
stance and the icy
cold glare from eyes
full of fire
it appears to me
that its a cause
lost before even
began
Yet where there is
love there is also
hope springing
eternal
a father never likes
to pass the care of
a daughter to
another man
pleas from her may
soften his heart,
while words of sense
and wisdom
from his wife who
will not give in
easily; so lets hope
love triumphs
written 08/23/2013
contest Charles
Haigh Wood
I have used the
british spelling of
parlour not parlor
as I feel it gives
better poetic sense