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Our Golden Times During PDu30 – Part 3
Behold PDu30 in his 3rd Year of Presidency
The Year of the bowing earth Dog
Triple Blessings in our country!
If in his 1st year, he increased insurance in Social Security
And in his 2nd year, he gave students in SUCs free tuition
In his 3rd year, he pursued Irrigation Service also for free!
He cares for the old, for the young, for the farmers
He prohibited OFWs in a country where they are maltreated
Because he also cares for the Overseas Filipino Workers!
He successfully cleaned Boracay & Estero de Binondo
And ordered the cleaning of El Nido & the closure of illegal mines
Because he cares for the environment also!
When landslides killed a lot of people
In Itogon, Benguet & Naga, Cebu
Mines in the country PDu30 wanted to shut all!
So do not say PDu30 is a murderer
Accusing him of extra-judicial or state-sponsored killings
When he cares for both the people & the Earth Mother!
That's why in his 3rd year as our president
His country received triple blessings
In science & religion, in sports & beauty pageant!
In science, our country sent satellites in space
In religion, Iglesia Ni Cristo got 3 world records in Guinness
And the Balangiga Bells are back to their home base!
In sports, Maharlika Pilipinas Basketball League was inaugurated
Our country hosted the 1st International Ice Hockey Federation
And it's also here where the 2018 FIBA 3x3 World Cup was held!
Finally, we again topped in international beauties
In Ms. Multinational, Ms. Asia-Pacific & Ms. Universe
Crowned again as “queens” the Filipina ladies!
12-30-2018
(Dumarao)
*Our Golden Times During PDu30
Written in the Viator Poetry Form
Invented by Robin Skelton (1925-1997)
Canadian Author and Poet
'Tis of Thee Canada
For my country, proudly I wave the flag,
surround by great oceans north, east and west;
lucky to be born in Canada- blessed,
have lots of things famous for that we brag.
Like the awesome Mounties in their red dressed,
for my country, proudly I wave the flag;
of green wilderness on and on we drag,
oh, with eh and sorry- I am obsessed.
And sweet maple trees, maple leaves and moose,
come fishing here and put fish in your bag;
for my country, proudly I wave the flag;
sorry for Canada Geese flying loose.
Of our diversity I will brag,
eh, love poutine- and the changing seasons;
ice, snow, beaver, hockey, beer more reasons,
for my country, proudly I wave the flag.
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August 24, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/'Tis of Thee Canada
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1054-566-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Dawn files gather here
Meeting notes and plans unfold
Like spring's first petals
Through corridors decisions
Flow swiftly as mountain streams flow
CSR dreams take shape
Schools transform day after day
Future's seeds now bloom
Virtual bridges span distances
While screens light paths forward now
ICMR tools bloom
Mental frameworks rise like dawn
Knowledge seeds take root
NIMHANS data flows deep now
While wisdom pools grow stronger
Research webinars
Light up screens across regions
Minds connect as one
British Council guides new paths
While global thoughts intermix
DIET workshops hum
Hockey sticks trace playground dreams
Children's hopes take flight
IC3 guides future paths clear
While teachers light the way forward
STARS project glimmers
Through workshop corridors bright
Knowledge rivers flow
Bilingual pages turn soft now
Each word bridges many worlds
Election duties
Balance with daily tasks now
Time splits like silk threads
Democracy's wheels turn smooth
While work streams flow steadily on
Dictionary leaves
Flutter softly as dove wings spread
Words plant future seeds
Each page holds tomorrow's dreams
Building bridges through language
December mirror
It shows completed circles now
All paths join as one
Golden honey of progress
The sweet fruit of a year's journey home
"Final Edition" Posted 12 Sep 2021
With deep gratitude to all of who visited and commented over these 12 months of Monoku Mondays, I am hereby retiring this series. Keep laughing and bringing a smile to one another, we all need a lighthearted break from the serious side of life once in a while... especially on Mondays! ~ John
Just Say'n
a clear conscience: usually the result of a bad memory
Speaking of Memory…
i've got great memory if i could only remember to use it
Well If You Put It That Way
the grass is greener on the other side at least you don't have to mow it
Balance Is as Balance Does
a teen's idea of a balanced diet a burger in each hand
Speaking of Teens…
there's nothing wrong with teens that a little reasoning won't aggravate
How Sad
her birthday is april 1st unfortunately, no one believes her
Politics In a Nutshell
never forget the golden rule whoever has the gold makes the rules
Why I Did Poorly in English Class
I was always fated to mispell werds it was just my density
"Bits and Pieces VII" Posted 5 Sep 2021
I Wish I'd Said That
there is only one thing worse than being wealthy not being wealthy
Isn't It Ironic?
i express my non-conformity with mass-produced bumper stickers
I Know, Right?
all those who are opposed to speeding violations raise your right foot
Clueless Clem - International Dating Dunce
"like watching tennis, Cheri?" "oui!" "just a wee bit? okay, baseball then"
Little Red Writing 'Hood
i live in a red house on a writer's block but no one is writing
Quote of the Week
i went to a fight last Saturday night and a hockey game broke out ~
[humor attribution - #5 by Edmo Snord, #6 by Rodney Dangerfield, all others found online, sources unknown]
Issy was in first year at Exeter University,
Coming home from a trip to the cinema,
Travelling in a car at 60mph, high velocity,
When they were hit by another vehicle.
Six months in hospital, crushed five ribs,
A severed liver, and a badly broken back,
Left hand with impaired movement, no fibs,
And she was waist paralysed, she did lack.
The hospital was Stoke Mandeville, best,
And as part of her rehabilitation valued,
She did shooting. At Uni she’d had a fest,
In the sport of hockey which she’d shoed.
Someone called Vlad gave her a gun,
Set her arm and hand in a solid posture,
Said “Ok” and that's where it all did sun,
Her career in shooting began in pasture.
To this day she trains at Stoke Mandeville,
Lives in Cirencester in Glousestershire.
She was born on 19th of April in 1994, trill,
And plays badminton and rugby hellfire.
She took part in the Szczecin World Cup,
Poland, in 2014, just a year after starting,
And so made it to Rio where she did sup,
The atmosphere in the P2-10m shooting.
Caleb Smith's “Echoes of the Heart” has inspired me to recall those halcyon days long ago on the frozen ponds of my youth.
It was hockey from early morn to the darkening shades of late afternoon with only a short break for a quickly devoured Campbell's Vegetable Soup for lunch. My closest friend was Ken. You very rarely saw one of us without the other, we were inseparable. Our hockey sticks were battered and thin and only bore a slight resemblance to hockey sticks we got each year for Christmas. The pond was a wide frozen body of water beside a well traveled highway to the distant land called the United States. But in our minds it was The Montreal Forum filled with screaming fans cheering on our every move. We would take turns being the great Maurice “The Rocket” Richard while the other would be all-star goalie Jacques Plante! It could have been minus 20 degrees Fahrenheit but we never felt the cold and icy winds... we were superstars.
On a few occasions I have revisited that hallowed ground where we spent hour upon hour, oblivious to time, our faces frozen as well as our ears and our toes! The cheering of the imaginary crowds was all the inspiration we needed to fire a blistering shot through the imaginary pads each other was wearing. At the end of the day, we literally had to crawl home on our hands and knees, our ankles no longer being able to support our tired legs.
Those sweet memories have stayed with me for a lifetime. I'm sure with my last breath of life, the vision of Ken and me will flash before my eyes. Ah yes, hockey, it was what young Canadian boys lived for back then!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Management asked if I could evaluate one of the employees, and as that happens to be within my noted abilities and well within the scope of the hotel's agenda,
I concurred with the specific understanding that arrangements for the immediate assessment will be determined by me congruous to management specifications.
Derek's a year older and by the way, all union workers but me, including Jane, are older than me, including Jane by two years.
I advised Derek to play the gender card by taking control of the copy machine and be consciously aware of that nasty ink bottle's habit of coloring unwary hands, thus allowing the woman at the front desk to maintain their prim-n-proper selves.
At the end of that exchange that day, I concluded by asking him if his hockey team won.
He said he didn't watch the game. Derek, for the past few minutes, while I dealt with this dew-hickey, I told you of the game's highlights in blow-by-blow sorts.
That would have garnered a choice, even if your team was neither certainly one would have a Canuck like you.
I didn't watch the game either, I just read an article that highlighted the game, and fresh in my mind reasoned my call to you to go to the back office and wait for me by the copier.
Richard Whitehead is really a marathon runner,
But when he wanted to compete in the stunner,
In the London Marathon in 2012, he found battle,
So had to turn to para sprinting with his bottle.
So in the Paralympics of London city in 2012,
He ran in the T42 category, the 200m stealth,
When he seemed behind until the very end,
Until he won in 24.38secs round the bend.
In his earlier career he competed at the 2006,
Winter Paralympics in Turin when he did mix,
With the ice sledge hockey players dexterous,
Without his prosthetics, and he was ambitious.
Whitehead is the first ever appointed patron,
Of Sarcoma UK, for bone and tissue action;
He looks after PE in the borough of Gedling,
And hopes to run Britain’s length, for his bing.
Small city arena long out of date,
that is where this B-league team plays their games,
young men learning, hopes for fortune and fame.
I watch the practice, they shoot and they skate,
remember back when I was at that weight…
Here at least the ticket prices are sane,
NHL’s prices send shocks through my brain,
this is a fun time, even if they don’t rate.
The clean smell of ice as they drop the puck,
racing past blue lines from board to board,
small man gets cross-checked, he seems out of luck,
then big man in the box for five minutes more,
power play offense, a slap-shot is struck,
bounces of the goalie, a scramble to score…
I don't see many white NBA players
even fewer white all-stars
I wonder what kind of xenophobic tyrants
the owners and commissioner are
Not one Latino hockey player that I know
has made it to the big-time, to the NHL's show
Demonstrating once more and again
How our deep-seated prejudices continue to grow
As for gay football players, there's only been one
He sat on the sidelines, and he was done
Where's that rainbow of pigskin diversity
Like Colin Kaepernick, it's taken a knee...
There's this old-fashioned idea that 'talent will out'
~ Which is inherently biased, no doubt