Long Lola Poems
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Ang Alamat ng May Nanalo Na
Bakit at paano nga ba
Na ang tawag sa
Kanilang ayaw mag-protesta
Na natalo ay “May Nanalo Na”
Bawal RAO magreklamo
Dahil “Finish Na” ang laRO
Kanila ang Ginto
May bacon pang sobrang luto
Ao! Aw! May sumigaw ng “Ihaw”
Katayin RAo asong nakabubulahaw
Barking on the wrong tree RAo kc
Biting RAo the hand of Mineral Mommy
Para raw si Mojo Jojo ng Puff City
Overcooked daw ang Nognog ng Makati
Dahil kinagat din ang Liberal
Tama lang na Dina magtagal
Kaya karaka-RAka, binuo si MiJo…
Inspired by Miriam Hall kung saang nagluto…
And also VP Jojo na ininsulto
Ito ang multo ng pang-TWO sa pwesto!
Cge sbi pa ng: “Push mo yan, teh!”
Umasa… Nasaktan… Nagbig-BAE!...
Macho-gwapito migo ni Jose…
Kaya react nila: “Wag kang pabeBE!”
Wag kaung mag-alala sa Birheng Lola
Matakot kayo sa kanyang Valedora
SAF44 at Warriors F4... ipaghihiganti
Sa pagpatak ng Countdown to thirty!
-07/29/2020
(Dumarao)
*Alamat ng Kanilang Mga Expressions
Lola lived in the polar regions
A place very cold
Lola wished that she didn't
Now she was getting old
She was fed up with the same weather
At all times
Her thermometer was out of whack
She longed for warmer climes
This was impossible
Feeling like a fool
She confided in her best friend
Who gave her a big bag of wool
She had inherited from someone years ago
Where that someone came from
No-one may ever know
In amongst this wool were needles and a book
With lots of knitting patterns
And a crochet hook
The patterns were simple
There were quite a few
As Lola flipped through the pages
To find the easiest to do
She found a beanie
A beanie is a woollen hat
Concentrating on the pattern
She very soon made that
Lola was delighted
Pulling the beanie over her ears
This was the cosiest she had felt for years
Lola made slippers, followed by gloves
Thanks to her best friend
Who gave the gift of wool with love
They got her in a pound some ten years ago
A pup German Sheppard Who was the color of cola
C.O.L.A. ~ cola
She barked at them and she wagged her tail
As if to say... get me out of this jail
her name was Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
She was not the world's most smartest little pup
But she ate off a plate and she could drink from a cup
Lola...Lo lo lo lo Lola
Now I'm not dumb and I can understand
Why a dog's best friend...they say is a man
Oh Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
I drank champayne in candlelight
Because they said goodbye... to Lola last night
Lola... Lo lo lo lo Lola
I must be the world's most passionate guy
Because, when Lola passed... it just made me cry
Lola ~ L.O.L.A. Lola
Dedicated: To my brother Paul's dog "Lola"
She passed away last night
HAPPINESS IS
Coffee in the morning.
Heeding the warning.
HAPPINESS IS
The kids next door.
Wiping out an old Score.
HAPPINESS IS
Children when they Laugh.
Looking at your better Half.
HAPPINESS IS
Ice cold coke Cola.
A date with a girl named Lola.
HAPPINESS IS
A family that drives you Crazy.
A co-worker that isn't Lazy.
HAPPINESS IS
Taking care of your Pet.
Finding your favorite Cassette.
HAPPINESS IS
Coming home to Mom.
Hanging with Auntie Tom.
HAPPINESS IS
Time with your Siblings.
A new Beginning.
HAPPINESS IS
Winter and cool Weather.
When we band Together.
HAPPINESS IS
A 3:00 A.M. Conversation.
A stretch of the Imagination.
HAPPINESS IS
An inside Job.
Not owing money to the Mob.
HAPPINESS IS
Homemade.
Making the Grade.
HAPPINESS IS
Being kind.
A state of Mind.
Turbo1904 ?
She slipped into the single’s club,
where an assortment
of horny guys and lonely hearts had assembled.
Some were there hoping to find that "special" someone
and some had come to chase away the blues,
tinkling ice in cocktail glasses soon to be refilled.
Others, who might be labeled commitment phobic,
had simply come to case the place for an easy lay.
Swinging svelte, mini-skirted hips lasciviously,
she strutted over to the counter
on legs that looked their longest and most shapely
from being hoisted on high red heels.
Every pair of eyes was trained on her.
Some in the club gawked
with eyes that hid beneath mascara-painted lashes, flitting envy.
Others leered with pupils dilating lust
from ogling the two soft protrusions in her tight white turtleneck.
Then with pink champagne in hand,
the goddess turned and surveyed her audience,
most of whom by now had looked away.
One remained, mesmerized, with eyes riveted on her.
He quivered when she caught his gaze
and strolled over to where he sat.
As she approached, he marveled at her face -
the chiseled cheekbones strong and high,
the dark eyes, luminescent and immense,
and curiously, an upturned nose so delicate
it seemed almost too perfect,
like one acquired from a sculptor’s hands.
He gulped when she asked him for a dance,
and as he asked this intriguing lady’s name,
he wondered at the timbre of her voice,
so provocative and low as she tossed dark brown locks
and said seductively,
“My name is Lola. L-O-L-A , Lola.”
Inspired by an old song from the 70's and
used now for Skat's the Premiere Contest number 10 Poetry Contest
Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain,
awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing.,
down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing,
at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name.
Just like a kid in love all over again..
learning her games in many a winding curve,
perhaps proof enough I haven't lost my nerve,
shyly look back at such a refined rear end.
Lola isn't very patient or forgiving,
one who oversteers her with attitude,
puts her in a dangerous sashaying mood..
to cut short a man's simple days in living.
Let me tell ya what's so precious,
she purrs, just like a kitten..
tear'g through each firm shift given,
in silky thrusting gear meshes.
Oh, it's a fact.., she's known other men's hands
hit such dizzying heights on their track,
though promising never to look back,
my careful repair strokes her will demands.
Safe from boredom all my loving hands touch,
ev'ry square inch of Monaco White body showing,
hot turbocharged exhaust pipes ready and glowing,
hearts pounding in high revving double clutch.
Lola thrives on top tier 91 octane's heady drink,
sipping imperial ounces at each injection,
she's never known any salad days in rejection,
smooth cylinder walls bathed in sweetest crude oil and zinc.
Have you guessed at her qualifying past?
heart like a wheel.., all alone in a class..
smart dressed in Kevlar reinforced fiberglas
Hethel's english dream finally mine at last.
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"Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola wants you
Make up your mind to have
No regrets
Recline yourself, resign yourself,
you're through"
* Whatever Lola Wants by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross for the 1955 musical play Damn Yankees
Elf Giant grabbed me and threw me into a trunk.
Ouch! It was full of a lot of awful junk!
I piled stuff high, made myself a little goal.
To finally reach that golden high-up keyhole.
I piled stuff fast, and I piled it quick.
I climbed up the pile, through thin and through thick.
Some more unfortunate earth humans were being collected.
I could see them from my keyhole. How were we being selected?
My neighbor Lola was the next human in my sight.
She had a trench coat and blue jeans which were way too tight.
She was popped into a sandwich with liverwurst and fries.
Even though I had a clear view, I had to hide my eyes.
A corpulent giant mama stuffed in a red hat with flair
Did a wonka shake dance, and yes - she did it completely bare.
By the time I was rescued my eyeballs were big and round.
Now when I see a keyhole, I keep my eyes glued to the ground.
Written 1-7-2019 Contest: Slap the Muse and Turn It Lose
Sponsor: John Lawless
It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
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Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
We’ll be having mimosas and eclairs for Easter,
because I asked myself, “What would Jesus do?”
On another note,
I was having a convo with a new friend
and somehow it spilled that I write a little
- I don’t usually mention it.
So, I’m a Lit-Girl - but I didn’t know it
until I was just informed - named.
A lit-girl writes, so yeah, that’s me.
Lit-girl isn’t that bad a moniker,
it could be worse - I could be called
a diarist - girls are supposed to own
that category - or a blogger.
“Where do you write?” she asked.
“On the Internet,” I mumbled, ashamedly.
‘All I need now is a robot voiceover,’ I was thinking.
It turns out that girls have been writing
on the Internet for ages. You can track it
you know, if you go back in ancient history.
We have a few poetry sites today and Substack
but before that, im told, there was Tumblr, LiveJournal,
MySpace and, of course, scratching on cave walls.
“When did you start writing?’ she asked, as if I must have
magically self-transformed into a writer at some point.
“I trace it back to kindergarten,” I answered, “when sister Ami (a nun)
taught me the alphabet and forced a pencil into my hand.”
Ok, so let me write something already..
My bf and I are enjoying my long school-break weekend. We
have four days to do anything we want to. So we went to a party
- because we wanted to.
Anyway, at this party they had a bathtub filled with ice and bottles of wine, beer and canned Martinis - which, honestly, aren’t that bad.
I thought that was very clever - and it was handy - as long as someone wasn’t peeing.
Happy Easter everyone!
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Songs for this:
d£aler by Lola Young [E]
So Easy (To Fall In Love) by Olivia Dean
Another life (feat. Rema) by PinkPantheress
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
30.
Pilipinang Kana
Ako'y isang Pilipina
Na nagtungo sa Tsina
Upang bumisita
Sa maysakit kong lola.
‘Di ko na ipinagtaka
Kung ako'y ‘di nakilala
Sapagkat siya'y ulyanin na.
Ang ‘di ko lang malimutan
Nang ako'y pagkamalan
Na isang taga-Kanluran.
‘Pagkat ang sinabi ba naman
“Hey, what are you doing here, woman?
Do I know any American?”
My gosh! Sa laking gulat ko
Mga mata ko'y nanlobo
At nawalan ng malay-tao.
Nang ako'y magising
Mga ilaw nakaduduling
And everybody's dancing.
Ako'y nasa diskuhan nga pala
Nalasing at naidlip tuwina
Gayak panggala, pusturang pang-Kana.
Buhok na kinulayan
Labing nilipstikan
Mukha nga akong American.
Para sa mga di-makaunawa
At mga Maria Clarang Pilipina
‘Wag niyo akong itatwa.
Kung si Rizal nga'y naka-Americana
Ako pa kaya? – Modernang Pilipina!
-07/30/2008
(Miagao)
*for Kim Carlm Jagorin in PI 100