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798 Ang Alamat ng May Nanalo Na

798.
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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Lola the Polar Bear

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Lola

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
dog
Form: Rhyme

Happiness Is

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 ?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Introduction To a Goddess of Old Soho

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


Premium Member Whatever Lola Wants

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"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

Premium Member When I See a Keyhole Now

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member those autumnal feels

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

Premium Member Lit-Girl - La fille lit

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

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
Form: Rhyme

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