Long Peso Poems
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Dia do feriado
Hoje,
Dia da memória
e
do feriado
em memória!
Hoje
e
sempre
é na memória paciente
que viajamos
rumo aos mares
e às terras sonhadas!
AH!
A Paciência
para esperar
é inevitável,
para o sucesso
e o progresso continuado.
AH!
A Paciência
para esperar
o progresso
deve ser atitude voluntária,
fiel,
bem ordenada.
A Paciência
que leva ao sucesso
recolhe n'alma o pensamento,
suporta com trabalho o Tempo irado
e triunfa da Adversidade.
Memória
e
Paciência
sustentam com ânimo persistente,
todo o peso do cansaço.
Memória
no desejo ardente
paciência e persistência
sempre leva
cada qual
aonde quer que deseje!
Guarde a memória
Seja persistente
Hoje e sempre!
323.
The Whale Shark: A Treasure
Behold the Whale Shark, the largest fish!
Though it's fleshy, it's not right for our dish
Having the name of a whale, it sounds great in size
Having the name of a shark, it looks fearful in the eyes
But though it's large, there's no threat to come near
And though it's scary, there's no need to fear
This giant is gentle like the biggest of dinosaurs
Like the Apatosauruses that were not carnivores
This harmless “Butanding” eats not by tearing
It's wide mouth feeds strangely by filtering
So it's really ridiculous to strike this gentle guy
Self defense can be a big, big lie…a funny alibi
The world is the home of this gentle giant
In all continents there it is like the elephant
Hey look it's also on our 100 peso bill
The only place where no one can kill
But here in the Philippines, the government will punish you
If you catch, kill & sell this treasure we value!
01/27/2015
(Dumarao)
*Defense of the Animals Collection
Hoy, en un día lluvioso,
desperté con un nudo en la garganta
y el pensamiento de la muerte rondándome despacio.
No estoy sola.
Hay ojos que observan,
sombras que parecen copiar cada parte de mí.
No lo entiendo.
Me confundo.
Pero sigo.
Porque podrán imitar mis pasos,
mis palabras, incluso mis colores,
pero no pueden robarme la esencia,
ni aquello que me hace ser quien soy.
A veces miro hacia atrás
y me pregunto en qué momento cambió todo,
qué parte de mí quedó en el camino
y cuál sigue intentando sobrevivir.
La vida es magnética:
me atrae, me repele, me arrastra.
Y mientras la lluvia golpea la ventana,
solo quiero desaparecer por un instante,
dejar de sentir el peso de existir
y encontrar, aunque sea por un momento,
un lugar donde pueda simplemente ser.
Un septiembre de lluvia
Hoy, en un día lluvioso,
desperté con un nudo en la garganta
y el pensamiento de la muerte rondándome despacio.
No estoy sola.
Hay ojos que observan,
sombras que parecen copiar cada parte de mí.
No lo entiendo.
Me confundo.
Pero sigo.
Porque podrán imitar mis pasos,
mis palabras, incluso mis colores,
pero no pueden robarme la esencia,
ni aquello que me hace ser quien soy.
A veces miro hacia atrás
y me pregunto en qué momento cambió todo,
qué parte de mí quedó en el camino
y cuál sigue intentando sobrevivir.
La vida es magnética:
me atrae, me repele, me arrastra.
Y mientras la lluvia golpea la ventana,
solo quiero desaparecer por un instante,
dejar de sentir el peso de existir
y encontrar, aunque sea por un momento,
un lugar donde pueda simplemente ser.
The Man... Are you Masa Choux?
The Woman: are you, ¿Una oda al coño?
the Man..10 Peso?
The Woman: Si!
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La mujer... Oye, cariño, sigue hablando en español; ¡este tipo no entiende lo que decimos!
El hombre...? ¿En serio? No puede entendernos; ¿quién es?
La mujer... ¡Es mi esposo! No habla ni una palabra de español; es un bobo, ¡un hombre tonto!
El hombre... Qué curioso: ¿cuánto tiempo llevan casados ??ustedes dos?
The Husband...Five years, I started catching on in the fifth!
-El tipo... menos mal que no te estaba tirando los tejos: dile que podemos hablar más tarde, que no hablo ni una palabra de inglés.
¿Quién va a arreglar el Hammond B-3 si es un modelo original?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------¡-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------¡Dice que prepare un sándwich de jamón en un idioma extraño!
¡Señor, no entiendo!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------¡come con cuchara: come con cuchara!
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He had a dream one night that gave him such a fright
he was a Mexican laboring in a field that could not yield
sun beat hot, parched and hungry, he did not like his lot
he tossed and turned to no avail as worry began to assail
he awoke, to a steady drum in his heart rat tat tat !
Rolling out of bed he noticed that his sky was solid gray
instead of black shoes he owned a ratty pair of blues
suddenly a big wall message came to him as blessage
"feed the poor " said a voice he got the message
as he woke to a steady drum in his heart , ta ta tum
Vehicles: US$101.7 billion (24.8% of total exports)
Electrical machinery, equipment: $81.6 billion (19.9%)
Machinery including computers: $65.9 billion (16.1%)
"These are exports from my brethren kin, a precious peso
I'll invite them to my house, yes I will send them a text / reso
suddenly the Mexican sun began to shine and he felt fine
he realized that building a wall would be out of line
he awoke to the sound of rain as it fell through the drain,
with a tiny voice in his head, "Me a Mexican? thats insane!"
Feb, 6, 2019
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Existence is dubitable like an ocean; waves spree there-- anywhere
Well, we can't unsee the depth of the well, a person where it can idealize darkness through matter
Feels uncertain; the moment we are not sure of
But who to swim to these stagnate waters from aquifers just to see a miracle
A coin, a peso, no, a horizontal ocean. But it can't be an ocean; it does not splash
It does, a motion where we could generate. It is the most stagnate of depth I have seen
It is too far to say it is an ocean, ocean is dubitable, well the well is too.
The one, is so calm where the other is not. EIther, it contains darkness
Say, it is just life through its motion, as far you could read it
I myself cannot even synthesize an ocean and well because of physicality, rather thinking how it could be similar
Also, I could not even write that ocean is a well, for I am uncertain where I am. I was thrown at the world!
For nothing I should conceive my own meaning.
“I’m glad you found the courage to come back”
The courage?
As she sat there
With eyes filled
With muted green peso signs
Because my sorrow fuels her life
But girl
The courage?
I’ve been waiting for a train
That just won’t come
And I still kept moving
Even if I was walking with no one
Is that not courage?
Drowning in my sorrow
Y’all know I can’t swim
But to think
There’s a criteria for courage
That I don’t fit
Damn I can’t win
I smiled when I wanted to cry
Served when I wanted to be alone
Gave when I didn’t have any
Yet that amounts to nothing
And here I am
On my last straw
And she thinks I gathered up some kind of courage
No Ma'am
You’re giving me my
13th reason why
Because I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to need this
And I don’t want this feeling
But I just sat there and smiled
“Yes it feels good to be back”
Staccato--Scherzo
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Three folk in a gaarden on a feilded edge.
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Ole Gal....Descurainia pinnata: & tenella
spinach, chard, parsley, sorrel, and beet greens
Rheum rhabarbarumCapsicum annuum .
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Hau.....oh smart, smart Ole Gal you smart!
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mUmble Mungo...Who huh, uhm, auh-ruh, ah:ooh ye auh ooh?
She-it Bouis! Gal say, huh,uhm,oh ooh, wee ye auh oh ooh!
know damn she say, ooh we auh ooh!
wiff oil certainty I know
she say ooh, we auh ooh auh we!
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Hua Uhm-Ooh...Uh-uh, dew what? say chi auh peso?
Mumbbles.. Uh, uh, ooh auh we ooh.
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Ole Gal...dew veggies mak ah, noise as they grow?
when plants (like tomatoes or tobacco) are stressed
by dehydration or stem-cutting, they emit airborne,
ultrasonic clicking or popping sounds.
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Mumbles.....Damn fool Gal, bay-leaf oil dat stuff, ya'll sum dumb peoples,
don't know plant make no noise.
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Ole Gal...She-it! rasberries and Rhubarb make me make noises,
I say thangs like ooh, ooh, sookie, sookie, bay-bay
auh, sweet, sweet love!
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Hua.. huh, huh, ha: that auh good one Ole Gal, tear that Coochie up!
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Ole Gal..Ya'll got candy? I want sum canduy, what I won't do for
sum of datt candy!
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Mumbles......ooh,auh,ooh we groove,grind?
oh,Iooh we! I got sum candy!
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Ole Gal....come on Mumblez we-is got sum loving
to do, I want sum of datt candy!
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we were young and dumb,
but not reckless,
two boys skimming the edge of fear,
a twenty-year-old shadow
and his seventeen-year-old brother,
riding the spine of Interstate Ten,
from Tallahassee to San Diego,
then back to Florida—
outlaws without blood on our hands.
the first time was the hardest,
hearts pounding like fists
against the ribcage.
a small-town branch,
the teller's wide eyes,
hands shaking as she filled the bag.
we whispered, not shouted,
like thieves apologizing for the theft.
no gun would fire, no life would end.
we were just as afraid
as the people we robbed,
maybe more—
they would go home
to their casseroles and sitcoms,
we would drive
into the long night,
checking mirrors,
counting shadows.
the money bought gas,
bought distance,
bought time.
southern states fell behind us
like discarded postcards—
until Texas.
Houston, San Antonio, El Paso.
three jobs in one state.
the sweat, the stares,
the peso dancing in flux,
unstable as the lives we stole.
back to Tampa,
the roads wore us thin,
two ghosts in a modern car,
safe but haunted.
I never held a gun again.
he never held onto life.
three years ago,
he died a useless death.
no glory, no gunfire,
just the silent collapse
of a heart that had run too hard.
sixty-six now,
and I think of him—
the kid who laughed in the face of fear,
who counted pesos in the passenger seat,
who believed we could outrun everything.
Hollywood spent billions
on the dead legends—
Butch and Sundance,
Bonnie and Clyde,
Billy the Kid.
all shot, all gone.
but we survived,
not heroes, not villains,
just two scared boys
with a knack for escape
and the luck of the modern age.
today,
I wouldn't suggest it.
you'll be caught,
you'll be killed.
the world's too sharp now,
too fast.
but back then—
well, back then
we were afraid,
and maybe that's why we lived.
The statue of limitations concerning these crimes,
Has long since expired.
Prognostic,___Anticipation
Doce de Leite
It was a bold statement.
One that was made in front of a lot of
people. But pouring tea and reading
the leaves$!2$-$%!!! (trademark
restrictions means we can't reveal
the name): but it was said in 2025
at number 500 bouts. He shall began
a reign: that shall transigned to
an era of greatness! He to shall again stand
and be champion again.
One to the dismay of the audience and the other
to a fan favoriting triumph.
In the same breathe it was said that
a stethoscope shall hear the sound of
ground bee's in the crevices
of marble:then termites will lead them to treasure
Planning, organizing, leading, controlling, and evaluating.
they shall stumble upon the riches of tomorrow.
And shall solve the problems of pestilence
He shall rise to lead you to greatness..Umino & Takagi,
shall call him. They shall manage him into greatness from afar.
The whispers of encouragement and guidance all within the context
of storylines, the manager positions their client for title opportunities, generally acts as a mouthpiece on their behalf.
These functions involve goal-setting, resource allocation, coordination, decision-making, performance monitoring, and improvement assessment.
The prediction scored him great and within his cultivation he has been seen as victor among men. Even to those who have doubted him!
So hast feng Shui who spake to Hadden
to spoke to Hemuss!
whose favorable or unfavorable
in relation to the flow of energy
spatial arrangement and Oreintaions
Might he say I am him!
the caatlle shall fall in the fields
and the clouds shall become a pinkish-blue
the dogs will howl in day time
and the flute shall hoover over the lyre
to sing the songs in harmony with
all in attendance!
Success doesn't have to mean sacrifice. It doesn't have to cost you the things that matter most. But it does take intention!!!
Creative Control and self Dedication Might he stand to say I am Him!
Campeón de lucha libre de peso pesado del mundo!