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64 West is Blue, East is Red, Philippines is Yellow

64.

West is Blue, East is Red, Philippines is Yellow



Go out when the sun sets

Watch birds return to nests

When fishermen end quests

And farmers leave harvests

The time everyone rests

So now face to the West

See and feel where it's best

Comfort is its behest

Blue – wall stars of U.S.

Blue – sea and sky conquest!


Go out when the sun rises

Witness birds begin quests

When fishermen cast nets

And farmers ready chests

The hour of work begets

So now turn to the East

Human faith melts mist

Red – motif of China

Red – worker's insignia!



Go out when the sun's highest

When shadows are shortest

Temperature's hottest

Celestial lights brightest

Festive moment its best

Yellow – Philippine Sun

Yellow – EDSA One!


Philippines – now behold

People – not blue and cold

Culture – not red and bold



Our nation's not that old

New age ‘bout to unfold

Glaring – yellow – sheer gold!



-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Etched Humanity

Written: April 24, 2024
                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tread of life
      a strand of hair
           disassociation
desolation    devastation     
floribunda      flapdoodle
                   constantly hearing 
Voices... 
             whispering 
                    screaming,
spread their 
             ivory wings, 
                               fly
                         in  velveteen 
                              sky

Constantly...
                     berating, 
                         damaging 
                              disparaging
mentally...

unseen torment 
                 pretending
                        drowning in 
                              unfillable      chasm
Trauma... 
           suppressing 
                        swallowing 
existence
                   dripping with shadows...

When casting spells 
             seeking peace 
                           amid war
                                turn off TVs 
            keep radios hushed
                             lure of 
                       loathy 
                 illusion

draped in earthy 
                   petrichor shade
splendidly 
               sculpted from 
                                   stardust
bereft of insignia or emblem...

Opus headline
           in magnetic bowl
                          shredded
                  with a spark
burned in full 
anoint ash 
          on forehead 
                                  As Peace Symbol

Then
    with a broken gun 
                on windowsill
                             east-facing muzzle 
           align seven shots
heart-shaped trigger guard
                shadows shouldn't touch

Then

stir three dove wings 
                            into hot milk
must be flawless
           add three plastic 
                  army men 
                          whirlwind
                                       madness
let it cool down &
stir with 
              olive branch

Dump sharp knife out
             sun-facing blade
                      back spell your name 
                                  five times
                      then step inside &
                                   close the door
etched in 
          immortal art 
                      of humanity.
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Form: Other

A Civil War Battleground

the field is given a name
battles are about where they disappear
the ones that walk away 
      don't know where the hell they are

                         after the mayhem
peace continues destroying barns

        birds peck at exploded eye sockets

insignia and belt buckles 
are hunted to extinction
                                     
mists shuffle a daze of time
     the rattling roll calls of magpies and jackdaws
echo the click-clacking of jawbones 
          executing orders and counter orders

the officers that stumbled forward or away
                     go quietly mad or marry well
shell stumped foot foragers tell their slogging tales
then find newly cracked rockers
                           to slip away on

between the hour before dawn and midday
the violence died away in smoke
                    muddle and disorder
no land was lost or won nothing ended or begun
                    only this smoldering
cannon blasted field surrendering its nowhere acres

eventually milk cows and goats are purchased
to he hell into butter
dead horses are brought back
                           as glue and sacks of fertilizer
the stubborn ghosts of mules bray on

the unnamed are plowed in or out
framed in visitor centers
the bearded and beardless site-marked and told
         by the grave tongued rangers 
who speak for the listening gone
and the whole much pounded shebang 
                                    grid referenced
as the muzzled earth still heaves up 
                           its lead riddled bones

the blue and grey leave to fight 
      their own way home
                while another day breaks its promise

Symbolic

Once envoys carried messages, betwixt those Royal thrones of Kings.
 Scrolls of vellum parchments, all bearing wax insignia, impressed with signet rings.
 These symbols of authenticity, made safe passage, through far flung foreign fields.
 Where chivalry of gallant knights gave sanctuary, armed with swords and shields.
 While Kings and Queens spoke of those deeds, by proclamation, made them law.
 Preventing bloodshed needlessly, upon battlefields of war.
 Once, candle flames on red wax, and signet rings, were used in days gone by.
 Now those documents of state are stamped, by die and counter die.
 Where independance from the past, the President holds sway.
 This National Symbol of the United States, hangs proudly on display.
Form: Couplet

Frangible Ego Abysmally Copes

Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially

when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing

piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,

a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented

amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating

ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing

strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...

unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became

corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
Form: Bio


Herbaceous Fragaria

Thicket of intermingled branch tangle
Hides pimple shine ripe juice strawberries strewn
Across pine needle pick up stick mangle
Fragrant lily pink tang gives tasty boon
Hook horseshoe slender stems support balls' dangle
Gloss hanging globes celebrate scarlet balloon
Bountiful renewed eruption of Spring
Sprouts floated fruit fit for a fairytale King


Hidden in haven bed of duvet shade
Shielded precious berries, safe from predator 
Sweetest treats endorse purely Heaven made
Cones pushing petals exalt Mother Nature
Lanterns swinging China Town of gloomy glade 
Lined foliage raises redness in rapture 
Emblem of wild leaf crown insignia
Represents righteous memorabilia 


Humble hunter uncovers last month's melt
Freshened season floods taste buds in wonder 
Tart bumpy tongue tid bits brazenly dealt
By pine imbibed wildness growing under
Woodland umbrella where I'm gladly knelt
Gaunt Winter cruelty is cast asunder
God's lollies extend tender umbilical
Sun warm strawberry snack sabbatical 




     16th February 2021

     Written for Contest: Spring

     Sponsor:  Regina Mc Intosh

Premium Member Goodbye Sun

Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)

Goodbye Sun

We are welcomed by men in 
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"

From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and nerves
of this vessel- 
To my untrained eye the confusion
of cables overhead is bewildering
This black ship of stealth
tracks the world outside,
silently invisible itself

Rows of monitors, sonar devices
high powered periscopes
all with a myriad of buttons to push-
A marvel of technology -
yet men are the heart and soul
of this great ship

They are Submariners

They say goodbye to the sun
for months on end
Week after harrowing week they spend
day after day on grinding drills
where the only thrill is their daily meals
Systematic, methodical
They are human- in a ship of war
but a ship that exists for freedom

The Officers guide us through each section
The ship at rest has released them
from an endless commitment but
with a practiced eye
they are still attuned to every detail


Commanders almost prescient
so in step with every procedure
they can sense malfunction in their sleep
I notice the commitment to excellence
I note the pride behind the
preparations for our inspection
Blue curtains with the ships insignia
are drawn on bunk beds
Shiny copper engine parts, clean bright paint
reflects the values of those who
keep their vessel, ship-shape

Now I stand in the nose where the
weapons rest
The metal tubes look benign
for all the power they contain
Ironically in rows, directly above,
the crew's bunks are located-
in tiers of three -even sleep
 is regimented
Photos of family are the only
human touch in
this dark, black, whale 
of a vessel

The sense of duty for each individual
seems overwhelming
There is a spirit of complete trust
between them
This is a world for honorable men

"Victory is Silence"
I try to imagine daily living
the self-containment
the steely discipline
the choosing to go forward in the face of
uncertainty
Precision and man - morphing
The pact between Submariners is
absolute. 
They move as one.

BRIAN'S CHOICE K,any form,any theme
Contest Judged:  5/19/2020 12:08:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand 
3rd Place

The Ennui of the Lost

Ennui conspires insipid moods
infringing human awareness,
ruled by a lunatic vision,
not controlled by insight and lucidity;
and a desire for a Dolce Vita
mollifies a false illusion
to appear on an intaglio, to gradually
become a shining insignia.


To steer a ship, takes effort and patience,
and if its course is guided by favorable winds,
all is well for the adventurous captain;
and should he lose focus, lured by lunacy and nihilism,
his enthusiasm wears off and failure sets in...
and his ship will lurch on unfriendly waves,
and his ennui deprives him of courage to deviate
from the safe route when nocturnal vision is lost indeed.


Ennui insinuates myopia,
muzzling the voice and halting 
the mind's performance,
thus forging the promise of utopia; 
and the hunch is to pursue intuition
whenever it may lead...being
the holster controlling the steed,
getting rid of the humdrum and huff,
humming and ignoring the hourglass,
which trickles the sand to infuse fear.

Premium Member Languish

The main purpose of life is to live rightly, think rightly, act rightly. The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.
Mahatma Gandhi

           ___________________________________________
             
Winter is a suitable time to savor,
Silent, quite starving for, my only flavor.
Quiet seclusion enhances my languish,
Providing pause, meditation, and favor.

Frozen days of chilly nip raise my anguish,
Apply comfy sheets, light for cold to vanquish.
A dreadful bulk of cloud and a brisk breeze,
Inspire sloth in a book respite, prankish.

Beautifully arching shrubs and trees,
A ballet of nature's dreams and appease.
White feathers tumble to the soil below,
As sapphire shines, emerald first wheeze.

Fumes in chimneys coil, merge, and grow,
I burn a recollection as shadows undergo.
Crystal-clear river, frozen pearls, pristine,
Wind gusts at dusk in a cold stream flow.

It's peaceful in my heart and serene,
And mesmerized by the gorgeous scene.
Calm and eased by the stark lightness.
Winter is when I languish, purify, and shrine.

Indigo optimism overlays placid rightness,
Potent nature pride ethereal brightness.
A lovely mix of purple haze made it lighter,
Insignia aesthetic—only ebbing politeness.
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Form: Rubaiyat

Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged Clasp Two

when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)

     freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish beastial animalistic
     zealous yakking, wickedly,
     aye (a basket case) deplored

unprintable (epithets) this then
     (unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
     viz fiendishly gruesome
     hellish instructions mean teacher scored.

Assignments buttressed with ultimatums 
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier 
in the dawning primate consciousness. 

Lesson material kindled justifiable license 
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils 
to heal predicated, via warpped weft woven 
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips 
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian 
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative 
saber rattling, where...

(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver 
of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will 
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do), 
which loosely rendered regularly warbled 

wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or 
stud deed brute soffit.

Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack, 
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.

Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning 
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps 
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound 
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating 
sing-song quintessential precepts.

adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated

     in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.

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