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If one scene upon a screen could chill the spine
The rare and raw emotion soars the mind
It crawls into the skin of Andrew Beckett
Gaunt, pale, a shell, by thread he clings
A man betrayed my those who lack compassion
In a world that slithers cold and lusts with hate
Inside his private world lives grace unfolding
Although such mortal fate breathes deathly close
While living each moment tethered to a pole
He shares beloved music from his soul
And hopes he helps a new deaf friend to hear
With such beauty, the essence...he hopes to share
Open his heart to what is perfect and pure?
The magnificence!! Oh how it speaks of tragedy's past
Such brilliance! Her voice....that captures the fire!
"Listen....as she cries out in anguish and pain!
Hear how the strings bring forth the feeling of rain
And that cello so sacred...Oh! hear the spirit of sorrow!"
"Does your heart become swollen, as the music unfolds?
Close your eyes, did you hear it?? Ahh...yes...I see in your eyes
Oh! How life is divine.... you are witness to mine...
Oh the lyrics..."La Mamma Morta"....oh, the rapture unwinds...."
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Tom Hanks performance in "PHILADELPHIA"
(My favorite scene of all time...with Denzel Washington
as they listen to Maria Calas sing "La mamma morta". Check it out on You Tube...
(you tube site: Philadelphia..La Mamma Morta)
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So very blessed that you were born!
Each morning so sweetly, I do awake.
To know I have a grown daughter unlike no other.
We are more like sisters now, each enjoy having fun.
I can say anything to you and the same way round.
You are indeed, the most beautiful woman in town.
Fearless, compassionate, you won't take nonsense lying down.
You are patient as can be with a silly Mom, like me.
I just love you so and I know you see.
So does the City Council, who heeds your words in support of the
love of this awesome country.
You, who sees to it, that America is kept free!
Far from selfish or arrogant, you do not make others wrong.
So you can see why you are~your Mother's dearest song.
You have friends all across California and this great nation.
Who have kept America, a whole, shining, sane, sensation!
Others may at our nation joke, tittter and laugh.
You surpass them with your love and humble class.
A poetess, no,, indeed that you are not!
You have other ambitions, that is your gifted lot.
To be of astonishing service to all of humanity.
You are the blessed gift, that God has given me.
You have raised a son, talented and bright.
He carries the beauty of your spiritual soul light!
Love,
Mommy
Dedicated to: Maria
From: Her grateful Mother.
11-2- 2020
Thelonious Monk
piano keyboard prophet
harmonizing scales
Melody from flat to sharp
rhythm soothing to the soul
Comments: Thelonious Sphere Monk (1917-1982) is recognized as one of the
most influential figures in the history of Jazz. He was one of the architects of
bebop and his impact as a composer and pianist has had a profound influence
on every genre of music. Thelonious Monk Institutes of Jazz are located at the
following locations: Washington Office: 5225 Wisconsin Avenue NW, Suite 605,
Washington, DC and Los Angeles Office: University of Southern California, 3443
Watt Way, Lower Level, Los Angeles, CA. The Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz, a
nonprofit education organization, was founded in 1986 by the Monk family along
with the late Maria Fisher, an opera singer and lifelong devotee of music.
865.
Pag-asa sa Pamilyang Sagrado
(1) May pag-asa kay Hesus Nazareno
Pangalawang Patron ng Quiapo
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-9 ng Enero
Tinulungan Niya ako
Makapagtapos ng Kolehiyo
(2) May pag-asa kay Santo Niño
Patron ko sa Casimiro
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-19 ng Enero
Tinulungan Niya ako
Magkaroon ng kapatid na bunso
(3) May pag-asa kay Candelaria ng Jaro
Patron ng Jaro sa Iloilo
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-2 ng Pebrero
Tinulungan Niya ako
Makapasa sa Board Exam ng Guro
(4) May pag-asa kay San Jose ng Dumarao
Pangalawang Patron ng bayan ko
Ang Kapistahan ay ika-19 ng Marso
Tinulungan Niya ako
Magkaroon muli ng trabaho
(5) Hesus, Maria, Jose - mga Patron ko
Pamilyang Banal, Pamilyang Sagrado
Sila ang pag-asa ng bawat tao
Tumulong sa akin, tutulong din sa inyo
Salamat sa Dios sa pamilyang ito.
-05/25/2025
(Dumarao)
*5 of 5 "Jubileo ng Pag-asa" poem
One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage,
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies,
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!
Mum, The Financial Advisor
‘You are the tea leaves I am the teapot, I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
Thus sets the stage of similarities and whatnot, lighting the mood for the afterglow,
The morning after, we see what had been taught, not much but the status quo,
You are the cream and sugar, I am the coffee, I the beehive and you the honey,
Taste has sweetened, well-brewed and lofty, firm prospect meaning money,
More meaningful, and the setting more warmly, gainfully significant and carefree,
Ergo, breakfast entertains calmly and promptly, ending in a financial apogee,
Good morning moments, familial time, satisfyingly, and a future that was meant to be.
2020 February 24
*2nd Place*
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Maria Williams
~~Silent One
Deep Unconscious is borderless world,
Full of image and things of symbolics,
None of emotion and things of logics,
By one's sense, they're rebuilt as virtual world.
Maria knows, things are meaningless in unconscious,
All goods and evils are decided by human,
And it's sense of value, influenced thought of human,
She keeps her mentality, always be auspicious.
Deeper and deeper, in unconscious diving,
Something appeared drifting in the stream,
Seemed like islets, like rootless wanderer.
Named "Mind Gateway" , known as base of surviving,
It was a portal to the individual's dream,
Maria landed onto one, starting task as renderer.
Colorful bombs light up the sky
Honoring the day America said goodbye
Like a Father letting go to his daughter
Freedom was the groom on the other side of the water
An investment in searching the unknown
Ship sailing centuries setting an egotistical tone
Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria were together
As per Spanish- Italian royal contract agreement letter
From the banks who put up the money to make humankind better
No one dropped off the earth
Only discovering a new land and giving birth
Risking lives
In studying the native active hive
Maybe taunting them when they arrived
Soon exploring took control
Europeans acting very bold
Surviving the warmth and the cold
Intellect stepped in
Too smart at home deciding to escape their sin
Accepting to start something new
Sparking guerrilla warfare style feuds
A civil ending
Breeding the national anthem in the defending
Soon a quick mending
South then separated from the north
Country was trying to go forth
Being a mixing pot
Everybody who wanted giving a shot
World proclaimed US a super power
Idea goes to our heads blooming like a flower
Two international wars and police actions
Tested the technology driven generated military attraction
Today there is an invisible enemy
Challenging trust from the buck to the penny
Silencing the sporting life
Entertaining spectacle that played like a fife
Waiting and hoping recreational gaming finds its social contribution
Subtly dealing with anger issues as a solution
Canned fans now make a sound
Probably the excuse television executives found
Reflection can be made
On the athletic trade
Concluding with reason
For every year having a season
No, it's not his first time,
But my tears fall, nonetheless!
We were together for much of
the summer.
His mother, Maria, sees to this.
If we lived far away, oh, that
would be the worst bummer.
He has grown from a little boy,
way shorter than I.
Now he towers way over his short
Nana.
And to me, he's as beautiful and
tall as our Creator's sky!
I will miss our breakfasts and
lunches together.
And watching fun movies and news!
He is far more astute, than just the
weather.
He's off to seventh grade tomorrow.
Another year, and his goal is to
be on the honor roll!
And this year, more poetry
stressed, a most admirable goal.
So God bless him is his studies,
basketball, and piano playing.
He won't be here as much,
but in my heart he is remaining.
July 30. 2019
Noon PST
50 cartridges of Nitrous oxide
the old drunk called it hippie crack
One spun case after another
dozing in the bed
His brain pulsing, blood starting to boil
Menudo from the spiritual Mexicans cured his hangover
smoked some weed
covered the stillborn kitten with a laundry basket
Sipping bottom shelf gin
Eyes half open
slurring words through crooked grins
cracked teeth exposed..
He kisses the sacred heart of Jesus
And chugs the backwash
From the empty cans
Lining his bedside
Lola comes home from saturday mass
He can smell the familiar smell
Of pork adobo creeping through the vents
Half asleep
He joins her at the table
“BLESS US O LORD, AND THESE THY GIFTS, WHICH WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE, FROM THY BOUNTY, THROUGH CHRIST OUR LORD…”
And before he could say amen
the feeling of vomit coating his mouth
Stops him in an instant
She makes his plate
And stares at him in silence
As if knowing
But never says a word
When he wakes up
He can smell the lit candle that sits
In the corner of the wall
Where she prays
Next to his bedroom door
Ave maria, Ave maria!
She looks to the holy mother
talks to the statue
about the sins of her sons
And goes to bed with a tired heart
Whiskey bleeding through his pores
He feels a pull
toward the tiny baptist church
Near the center of town
on the corner of Pecan St
He throws his shoes on
slurs the act of contrition
and goes to sit amongst
the honkie kin of Luther
The thought of communion crosses his mind
still unsure whether its withdrawals or the spirit
pulling him to partake in the sacred blood
He invokes St Joseph
reaches for the rosary in his pocket
fumbling its beads
as they collide with beer caps
from the night before
After the service
he walks along the hwy
committed to the act of penance
each step a pilgrimage
going nowhere in particular
faithful to the spirit
regardless..