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Premium Member Eclectic Idiosyncrasy

when correct spelling eludes you write a different word
stay true to the anarchy poetry form make it up as you go
a haiku is just a Japanese limerick and a tad bit shorter
conceived on delicate sake rather than a stout Guinness
once the tongue is loosened and the audience plastered
any syllable count deceives what is meant to be voiced

at the end of a pub crawl harp and zither sound quite alike
shamisen and all strings attached resonate just the same
true to the nature of art what pleases with passionate sound
sometimes refuses to be squeezed into reverend lines
if one looks at some ever so famous writing one wonders
what kind of mushrooms inaugurated such magic outpour

on a more sober matter poetry is in the eye of beholders
dysphonia on steroids is a natural remedy for logophobia
one man’s incoherence is another one’s mythical calling
but courage is bravery however you wish to pronounce it

there was once a young man it Haikushima
illiterate is what he was called by Mama 
who’s whiskey lacked lime
did not give a dime
when he spent a penny someone stole his thunder and drama

green fields and butterscotch clover
fragrance of Irish Oak blossoms -
lost for words the weather staid speechless

in case of any doubt in the mind of the affectionate reader
this poetry form is part of the extended self-critical monologue
style currently still in its experimental encrypted stage which
in its naive but raw and expressionate timbre is meant to confuse

03rd March 2021


Premium Member Colour Blindness - Miltonic Sonnet

Showcase of my favourite painted collection,               a
Piled up for years, eventually being inaugurated,         b
Without fail, what if colours were amalgamated ?         b
No one could ever unveil my apprehension,                  a
Heart pouncing, breaths endured expansion,                a
More and more to the colours as I concentrated,          b
My senses shivered and swiftly hibernated,                  b
My passion, my hobby could not be my profession !      a
Neutral to doctor's innocuous advice on colour,             c
Who proved out the reception on retina as deficient,     d
Creator himself had prejudiced me in chromacy,           e
Dreams of painting vibrant having lost all valour,          c 
As literary gained power, hues became munificent,        d
Enriched in colors, now could be a pen's supremacy !    e




Written  on 5/5/14
Sponsor- Craig Cornish 
Contest- Miltonic sonnet
Form: Sonnet

The Passion of the Christ

To be predicted means that you’re the fruition, 
Of a rational process, effortful and determined;
We can all predict that someone will soon cure cancer, 
And so Jesus was foretold as medicine’s romancer. 

The name Jesus Christ means predicted saviour, 
And Isaiah 53 verse 5 states that he definitely would be, 
Wounded by the government for the people’s freedoms,
But that because of his wounds society would be superior. 

Those who were intelligent just before Jesus came, 
Felt a wave of change in the medical field,
Where doctors only treated the families of the rich:
The intelligent said that such a wave would equality yield.

When Christ was stressed out, about to be arrested, 
He forsook his medical mind and surrendered all to god;
You can see that the god thing is for trials by government, 
Or today, trials by society when your stance is not odd. 

Upon arrest, the soldiers wanted Jesus of Nazareth, 
Not Jesus the son of god, or the Jesus of any divinity tribe, 
And Jesus simply replied to them “I am he,” squarely and plainly, 
Unlike at his trial, where for speech he had to be bribed. 

The allegation was indeed productivity in profession, 
His work skill, which came and grew from his family roots; 
He got much social power from his healings and exorcisms,
As he had learnt the joinery trade well, had invented new shoots. 

Caiaphus asked if he was a king from the miracles he did, 
Miracles of course being new methods and techniques, 
And he replied to Pilate that god, the church and he himself, 
Determine his actions, that their lee-way is his health. 

Jesus was popular at church, not amongst the government, 
So it was informally considered to be his validator; 
The question was whether the people still saw state over church, 
For common order to be maintained and not left in the lurch. 

He knew he would die for the good he had done in life, 
So inaugurated communion to remember his cause:
Loving the weaker, lower ones no matter who they are, 
Saying everyone should know that personally in applause. 


      The Passion of the Christ film 2004 used.
Form: Rhyme

A Change Is a Com N

A Change Is A Com'n

Though this baby boomer,
     (who didst roam man
upon this Earth
     since the year
mcmLix) does not
coon sitter himself
a political activist his wear
re: some ness, particularly

     with chronic setbacks
     inaugurated by President
Donald Trump, an in volunteer
re: response, (asper just
     the faintest hint
of a smile) veer
really played itself across
my countenance un bear

ably impossible to depress, repress,
     and/or suppress, upon
     gleaning America Online
     cover headline indicating
Representative Beto O’Rourke,
a (Texas Democrat) care
fully, sir up tush hiss lee,
     reportedly, and quietly

     considering a 2020 grab
     for White House
commander in Chief chair
met with Barack Obama dare
ring political polls
to hedge intimation,
though true motives unclear
that said progressive

     former named person
(from Lone Star State)
might be seriously sincere
conjoining what promises
     to be a dynamically
hearty, lucky, and plucky
solution to uptear,
the present woebegone crisis

     of dreadlock, gridlock, and
     padlock stasis, the political
     ship of state (Leviathan
     countenanced by Thomas Hobbes
     circa 1651) pitching
     United States government
     upon reprehensible threshold
     inching the Doomsday Clock

closer than ever to thermonuclear
global mortal kombat triggering
unset of unstoppable subnuclear
barrage in record time (mere
minutes transforming the
world wide web into
     many a schmear
compromising most all life

     into a bajillion bits
     of pulverized powder,
guaranteeing the demise,
     sans *****sapiens,
     and thus no
Santa Claus to steer
the motley crue
     of feisty reindeer,

this above mentioned dissolution,
     would sadly, unfortunately,
     wretchedly remove *****
as well the straight
     sexually oriented persons matter,

would become reconstituted
into surprise show stopping premiere
of some alternate lifeform,
     no doubt signalled
     with at least one outlier
or maybe even a noncareer mutineer!

Premium Member The Western Wall - Jerusalem

Though just a wall
      or so it's deemed
    
    She's kept alive
      a people's dreams

    Myriad pilgrims come
      her faithful friends

    To renew her glory's
      beginning and end*




    *Beginning - Inaugurated by King Solomon, c. 1000 BCE
     'End' - To be rebuilt with the advent of the Messiah ...
    __________________________________
    The Western Wall, aka The Wailing Wall, 
    miraculously survived the razing of the 
    Holy Temple and the Temple Mount by
    the Romans in the First Century C.E.  
    Jews have made pilgrimages to the
    Wall over the millennia, especially since 
    1967, after the Six-Day War.
Form: Rhyme


Remembrance Day

“The Nazi’s had no value of life,
They neither understood it, 
Nor did they reckon it merited any value,” 
My dad objectified at the table, 
One Remembrance Sunday, 
When I was young. 

Although November the 11th,
Was inaugurated by King George the V, 
In 1919, just after World War I,
As a day of remembrance of the Great War, 
We use it as a day on which, 
We can consider both wars, 
And, for some, any war. 

The King never wanted again, 
To see any more bloodshed between nations, 
And so rendered it as our choice, 
By making it the people’s contemplation. 

We must remember their resilience,
Their hope in the face of certain death;
Tirelessness embroidered in tears, 
Their well considered bliss in pallid gloom.

Fight and figure jostled the in-education, 
Of the German’s thirst for war, power and dictatorship; 
And truth flamed in our side, 
Until by our character we succeeded. 

That valour is perhaps passed on to us, 
The kids of future generations, 
Because from our older relatives,  
We can understand how they fought.

With this bravery, we need to cultivate,
Trust, love and understanding between nations, 
Between our foreign neighbours and friends, 
So that killing and maiming is not a possibility.
Form: Rhyme

630 Our Golden Times During PDu30 - Part 3

630.

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Symbiont Us

Opposing energies magnetize their clustered convictions,
Lastly, amassed intentions remain beyond comprehension,
Presently, polarized detachments collapse in their face-off,
Ulterior effectiveness spotlights their futile parties,
Action demands prompt communication, and trust begins to rise,
Credence anchors individual aspirations to form,
Insights gaining momentum furtherance sparks enthusiasm,
Welcoming yielded principles, sanctions relevant accord,
Restrict naught one's conclusions with a particular outlook,
Narrow points exert pressure amongst willing participants,
Obstructs equitable compromise, shadowing a stalemate,
Broadening perspectives enables means for negotiation,
Opportunities will modify one's beholden opinions,
At all times, vast or modest, voice concerns without skepticism,
Participation amidst others will rally the reserved,
Cooperation inaugurated embraced invitations,
Unswervingly, uniting the collective wholeheartedly,
In hindsight, repetitious history craves inferred foresight:
Matured apple-eaters, ripened-keepers of the lesser kingdoms,
Furthermore, equanimity amidst all that encompasses,
And to that end, understanding, we are resolved, henceforward,
Our prospective generations, producing the greatest 
Godsend as Earth’s human symbionts ... what I (really) want.

Women

From all imperfections of life, there, staged WOMEN on the reflective side of living, optimizing the cons 'n pros of bing mortal, with creation soo alertly constructed to ease and siege tribulations escorting lyf...

From birth, inaugurated with leadership, though cultural norms and ethics blurrd by in-denial to the plausable fact, which lies undefined for is barely tangible to man insecurity 

To Earth, strapped life from her soothed back, with hands that nurtures livelihood of her  offspring, outruning flaws and trials statued to living, that lingers on the projection light of her halve being.
#Poetic_Ink

Premium Member The First Whistle

Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came 
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion, 
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom, 
by crossing 586 bridges, beautiful Himalayan Mountain Ranges, 
37 tunnels of major attractions arrived at the destination, 
A first venture, to boost up the drop's tea and coal transportation. 
That day, a track known as Brahmaputra Valley, 
literally airdropped as an island railway went conversion, 
became history to usher the broad gauge interconnectivity of the remote region. 

Eleven years later in 1892, thousands of men and women 
gathered to cast the last glimpse of the railway track
 at the eastern part of the Indian Continental, 
to become the witness of the track's last communication. 

An emotional moment, when the train ran for the last time 
on the 115 year old meter gauge line
 by flagging and blowing the last whistle of the dominion. 
To bid tearful, joyful adieu to the first whistle
 of the last morning, on the old track of the 65 km
 railway line, inaugurated in 1881, in the so called  
Land of the Raising Sun as commemoration!

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