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Pagmamakaawa sa Dios
(1) Oh Dios na aking Tagapaglikha
Na may akda ng aking tadhana
Ako sa Iyo ay nagmamakaawa
Na sa CapSU ay ibalik na
(2) Doon ako dati nagmula
Nagtuturo sa Tertiarya
Isang dedikadong guro
Na hangad ngayong maging AO
(3) AO na, Broadcaster pa
Sa internet na-broadcast ko na
Broadcasting ang 1st Major ko
Sa UP noong ako'y Kolehiyo
(4) AO na, Historian pa
Sa 2011 program naisulat ko na
History ang 2nd Major ko
Sa UP noong ako'y Kolehiyo
(5) AO na, Teacher pa
Sa pagtuturo ako'y may lisensiya
Naging guro na ako
Sa publiko at pribado
(6) AO na, Coach pa
Sa mga paligsahan nanalo na
Mga tinuruan ko ay nanalo
Hindi basta-basta patatalo
(7) AO na, Scriptwriter pa
Sa iba't ibang events at programa
Pati sa mga emcee ikinatha ko
At mga mensahe ng mga pinuno
(8) AO na, Encoder pa
Sa computer aking ipinograma
Iba't ibang files at dokumento
Anuman ang formats nito
(9) AO na, Servant pa
Sa anumang committee italaga
Ako ay go na go
Anuman ang iutos niyo
(10) Ano bang ipinagawa
Ang hindi ko ginawa?
Basta kaya ko
Ako ay mgseserbisyo
(11) Ako ay maaashan talaga
Hindi ako nagpapabaya
Masipag ako sa trabaho
Alalay man ako o pinuno
(12) Sana ay kanilang maalala
Ang mabubuti kong nagawa
Noong nasa CapSU pa ako
Naglilingkod at nagtratrabaho
(13) Sana sila ay maawa
Dahil nung ako ay mawala
Sa CapSU 7 years ago
5 years ako na walang trabaho
(14) Ako ay tumatanda na
Walang mga anak na mag-aalaga
Single Forever lang ako
Tutok lang sa trabaho
(15) Ako ay walang-wala na
Hindi na kaya sa iba
Sana sa CapSU nalang ako
Hanggang sa ako'y magretiro.
-11/01/2022
(Dumarao)
*My CapSU Comeback
Black History Month began as "***** History Week"
Our holiday was adopted at a time when the country was bleak
Created in 1926 by noted African American Historian, Carter G. Woodson
Today, we celebrate the "Congressional Gold Medal" of Eugene Goodman
It became a month-long celebration in February 1976
To celebrate the birthdays of Frederick Douglass and Abraham Lincoln
Black History Month honors the contributions of African Americans
The historical contributions of Barack Obama and Kamala Harris
They deserve recognition because of their contributory impact on the nation
Another Black History Month contribution by Frank Wills from Watergate
The Security Guard was forever ostracized, because he didn't hesitate
It's time to speak the unvarnished truth,
and to do so as often and loudly as we can
I recall the fear and prejudice that were expressed by many
How do we confront this virus of injustice?
We must speak truth to power.
The burden of confronting injustice and racism
Must not be viewed through rose colored negativism
Hold accountable those who prey on black people's fears
And biases with lies, conspiracies, and tears
We must speak out forcefully and act with conviction
We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality
Tied in a single garment of destiny
Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: February 13, 2021
Inspiration: Black History Month
In the old days
castles were built from sturdy solid rock
with arrow loops for arrow protection
and curvilinear structures irregular to the eye.
They were built with survival in mind
appearing uniform grey from a distance
but up close like a monument of
mosaic humble rocks.
Castles were built to outlast civilization
Protectors of ancient people they were a safe shelter,
crowning the landscape with their touch of old charm.
Castles only crumbled when it was their time.
the heart of humankind is built like a fortress
it is a military historian that never lets it guard down
it serves and protects without counting the cost.
So, are we castles or are we crumbling rocks ?
As a child I began hearing about a little
town in the next county with an interesting
name—the same as my surname.
I gave that fact no more thought until I began
teaching in that town years later. A few years later,
my daughter and I moved there.
One day I was talking with the town’s historian,
who had written books and articles about the town.
To my surprise, I learned her maiden name and mine
were the same.
I shared a little classroom story with her:
“I have told my kids they’d better respect me because I’m
a direct descendant of the founder of this town!”
Then I laughed.
She said, “You are, and so am I.”
She provided me with proof! I also bought her book
and have done enough research of my own to feel
somewhat of a connection to this man, founder of
the town I have now happily lived in for three decades.
March 2, 2019, entered in Kim Rodrigues's What's in a Name Contest
On May 1, 1865, Charleston, South Carolina,
Freed African Americans held a parade of 10,000
In honor of 257 dead Union soldiers,
whose remains they had reburied from a mass grave
in a Confederate prison camp
Although Blight (historian) claimed
"African Americans invented Memorial Day
in Charleston, South Carolina",
In 2012, he stated in the New York Times
He "has no evidence" that the event in Charleston
effectively led to General Logan’s call for the national holiday
In 1968, the U.S. government passed
the Uniform Monday Holiday Act,
1971 May 30 was a day touted
It all went into effect in 1971,
by then, there were no more Civil War veterans –
but millions of vets from later wars.
It took an act of congress to
grant federal employee's three-day weekends
The act also codified the name "Memorial Day" into law.
Note: In tribute to “The Ladies' Memorial Association”
And the African American’s who fought for the grand army of the Republic
Blake Stilwell can be reached at [email protected]
POEM
United States of America we celebrate
“Decoration Day” it began in 1868,
This day is considered a very sad day
On the last Monday of May
Americans bring flowers and give thanks
To the dead soldiers of all ranks
Virginia, first Civil War soldier's grave
Southern women decorated, recorders would save
Were the first to invent Memorial Day
Written 5/29/22
Happy Memorial Day!
Canterbury
So long ago, St Martyrs Field Road was there my home
There is the huge Martyrs monument of witch burning, oh
Forty-three names on the stone, mine will be the new one
I am the forty-fourth, yes, very famous my life of witchcraft
So many times I watched from my room’s window this monument
I had an ominous feeling, always, very often and it happened
Canterbury a beautiful city, historian, part of world heritage
High street, churches, the cathedral, old houses and buildings
Parks, rivers, everything, traditions, old culture, time traveling
St Thomas catholic church was there my favorite place to contemplate
Sixteen years ago. Time is gone. Life goes on and on, Past far on
I never forget the beautiful tall blonde English lady’s coffee. I loved her.
A time I will visit again this city in Kent
Kent, picturesque landscapes, fantastic
Garden of England, says the saying
I will visit again Canterbury
Secretly, like incognito
I hope we will meet
Oh, amazing heart
I was listening to a scientific historian
interviewed on National Public Radio.
I probably didn't hear her correctly,
But I thought she said
Human bicameral nature
is Nature-Generalist Win/Lose deductive
reductive LeftBrain evolutionary health
And HumanNature is EcoHabitat Specialist WinWin,
inductive integral RightBrain
revolutionary co-acclimating wealth
balancing personal productions
with ecopolitically cooperative consumptions.
This is in direct contrast with all other species,
Deductive nutritional predators
are Generalists
more WinWin co-evolutionists
while resting on full cooperative stomachs
And Special Survivalists
during Special Cases
WinLose revolutionists
only when WinWin transparent extractive
CommonGround agreements
are temporarily not accessible.
I'm not totally clear yet
what this implies
if you are, like me,
choking on WinLose rhetoric
when WinWin healthy choices
remain Generalist SpiritNature
inductive/deductive co-arisingly unexplored.
Somewhere between WinLose evolutionary theories
and WinWin revolutionary transparency
between secular predators
and sacred nurture prayers
I might General Nature/Nurture
transparently suppose.
Philippines, my country of birth,
one of the countries in Southeast Asia.
It is an archipelago or group of islands,
with more than seven thousand islands.
Luzon, the largest island in the northern
part of the country, is where I was born
and where Manila, the capital is located.
Manila, the city known as Pearl of the Orient.
Magellan, the Portuguese explorer for Spain
claimed the archipelago in fifteen hundred
twenty one, named the islands Las Felipinas
or The Philippines, after King Phillip II of Spain.
Philippines was colonized more than three
hundred years, from fifteen hundred sixty five
until eighteen hundred ninety eight and ruled
under Mexico-based Viceroyalty of New Spain.
Manila was called Pearl of the Orient Seas
by the historian/Jesuit priest Juan Jose Delgado
in seventeen hundred fifty one for being a way
of sea transactions during Asian trade of goods.
However, in Jose Rizal’s poem “My Last Farewell,”
he wrote before his execution by the Spanish
government for rebellion through his writings,
he stated his country as Pearl of the Orient.
So, Philippines, the country and not Manila,
the city became known as Pearl of the Orient,
upon the discovery of his poem after his execution
in December thirty, eighteen hundred ninety six.
Philippines is known as Pearl of the Orient for
its strategic location in Asia, rich biodiversity or
different kinds of plants and animals, natural
resources and its natural beauty and splendor.
The Spanish Crown called it Pearl of the Orient
for the country was a precious source of spices,
other resources and trade of goods, even prior to
their colonization to acquire a share in spice trade.
Philippines’ natural gem is south sea pearls
and it is renowned for cultivating south sea pearls.
The famous pearl in the country, known as The Pearl
of Lao Tzu, was considered the largest known pearl.
The pearl weighed fourteen pounds, found by a
Filipino diver in nineteen thirty four and later, a giant
pearl, the Pearl of Puerto weighing seventy five pounds,
found by a fisherman, both discovered in Palawan Island.
No doubt why The Philippines is called Pearl of the Orient,
the two biggest pearls were found in Palawan, Philippines.
Isn’t that the most obvious, sensible reason? I wonder……
Well, what do you think?...... Just asking……
Who dare to go the extra mile with me, who dare to walk out of the struggle with me, who dare to tarry on the floor with me, who dare to set me free.
I stand on the mountain of time reminiscing the mysteries that have gone by, the earth in its fullness of the ages once stood flat on the ground but historian says that it is round.
I have no instrument to measure it, I have to use a dip stick to penetrate the ground to see what is there to be found, it looks ellipsoid from all side, but the mysteries are wrapped up inside. The dark ages have gone away and wisdom is here to say, if you go the extra miles with me I will show you something that you have never seen.
The tides are turning and the morning is glowing and the birds in the trees are singing a melodious song and the animals in the bushes are pressing on, they have been there since two thousand and nine wandering in the bushes without a dime, the people they have worked for have left them in the cold but mercy will soon find them a new home.
If you see a signal coming from the bush, check your source before you land and you will understand that those are the problems you did not solve and the people in the bushes are still waiting for you to see them through.
The mountain rests beyond the clouds and you have to get there before you grow old, there are some things that are hidden in the sea and you have to get the submarine to journey with me, I don’t have much money but if we partner together we will do much wonders, go the extra mine with me and I will get you out of the trap and open the land lock.
I have been waiting here for many years, with no one to take care
You are my only hope over here and the train is on time so please don’t miss the deadline, the heat is raging over here and water is dripping from my face and my body is soaked inside out.
Oh, what wonders lie in the sun, it is moving around the galaxy and it is ripening the fruits and sucking the energy out of me, you have got to help the youth before you make a move. I don’t have much time to spear so hurry before the furnace reaches over here. You have got to go the extra miles with me so that destiny can set us free.
The mountain is steep, the valley is deep and I have almost completed the fleet but need that extra touch to pull me over.
“An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment
of all republics.” ~Plutarch, Greek Philosopher and historian.
Poor people living on the fringes of society
Obscure existence, day to day struggle
Verily, abandoned by the mainstream
Eking out a meager and hapless livelihood
Reared in the roadside shanty hovels
Tortured by their fate, ignored by their gods,
Yes, poverty is the scourge of our times.
~03/27/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'P' words
~sponsor: Constance La France.