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Premium Member The - Mexican

THE  MEXICAN

I went over to my friends house last night.
I love it when he smiles with a grin,
He holds the door open, and welcomes me in.
With a style of a gentleman.
"MI CASA ES SU CASA"                      ~~~~~~(he says)
At first I did not know what he meant.
I don't fully speak Mexican.
I never got the hint,
when he called me his brown 'DULCE' medicine.
Funny how I thought he was a  *WhiteSican*    ~~(lol)
Always offering me 'TORTILLAS' with rice and beans.
OH! Now I now exactly what he means.

On Thursdays when we play 'CHALUPA'. ~~~~~(aka*bingo)
He'll remind me not to forget- 
my 'GUACAMOLE JALAPEÑO' dip.
We'll talk and laugh and, 
oops there he goes again with the gas.
Blames it on all them beans he eats.
Than he'll talk me into dancing "LA CUCARACHA," ~~~(with him)
Dancing and jumping to the beat,
he always steps on my feet.

MMM I love it when he makes "ENCHILADAS!" ~~~(all for me)
We sit and watch Spanish 'NOVELLAS' on TV.
I never complain, thinking he knew what they where saying'
It's not the right time to tell him I'm a silly Texan,
with a poor excuse when it comes to a 'MEXICAN!'

I'll keep it to my self and enjoy the cute things he does for me.
I love the words he speaks before I leave.
Like a gentleman he opens the door.
He hugs me and calls me his "AMOR!'
He waits for me, as I get in to my car.
Than he'll yell~ 'ASTA LUGO MI AMIGA!'
I'll smile and turn back and say,
~"ASTA LA VISTA BABE!"~

by;p.d.


Premium Member Parasol Pirate

It was "The Cape" in early June
Along with her sister Vie
They had strolled down past the dunes
Under a cloudless sky

She could taste the ocean salt 
On a swirling southern breeze
In new dresses mother bought
Instead of their dungarees

On a rock, the eldest in blue
Matching ribbon in her hair
Going on 'bout a boy she knew
The youngest pretending to care

But sailing on a green grass ocean
Drifting in a pirate's dream
A young girl with a swashbuckling notion
Stealing gold from a Spanish queen

Looting up and down the coast
Black patch over one eye
Sailing with Blackbeard's ghost
Skull and crossbones flying high

Then suddenly, back in a blink
Captured by mother's call
A girl pirate dressed in pink
Her saber, a red parasol


   an original poem by Daniel Turner
Form: Quatrain

Segway Samples Daily Bites

The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
Form: Ballade

Premium Member Good Riddance

I welcomed you twenty twenty, a brand spanking new year
But all you brought with you was death, misery and fear
So I'll be glad to see the back of you and cant wait 'till you're gone
And I hope for better times in the year twenty twenty one.

You've left behind some' bad stuff' like covid nineteen
But hopefully it'll be defeated when they roll out the vaccine
Wearing masks and not seeing family, well that's been quite hard
But while you still lurk about, I won't drop my guard.

World leaders were floundering, not quick enough to act
Putting their economies before people and that is a fact
If only they'd looked at history, like the great Spanish flu
They'd have been a lot wiser and would've known what to do.

The news reported acts of kindness in every country
Like front line health workers who risked their lives for humanity
Sadly many of those brave heroes died needlessly
Because governments were too slow to provide proper  P. P. E.

Viruses are nothing new and they'll come back again
We must stop destroying mother earth for financial gain
Upsetting natures balance causes these viruses to thrive
Mankind really needs to take notice if he wants to survive.

Cramming animals into cages is a pitiful sight
But mother nature is watching and is preparing to fight
Razing forests and dumping rubbish and polluting the sea
Is a recipe for disaster that'll bring untold misery.

So good riddance or go do one, many people will say
I'd remove all records of you if I had my way
People will always remember you for bringing misery and tears
And there will be much joy and relief as twenty twenty one nears.

When the clock strikes midnight, so happy I'll be
As twenty twenty sinks into the dark annals of history
But stay awake mankind and listen to the experts that know
I don't want to be the one saying "well I told you so".


Written 27th December  2020

2020 to 2021 Poetry Contest

Sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member PrEdIcAtEd on PeRcOcEt

PrEdIcAtEd on PeRcOcEt

predicated on percocet, or jacked up.
that man that appears, familiar in
a painting, when i land chin up.
i see, clearly, a countenance of sin,
with his back of head positioned on neck.
hallucinating, dreaming, it’s horrible,
i’m leaning, overmedicated, on paper
that i can’t read, i’m a wreck. spanish is
adorable, if it can be deciphered. why
won’t the horror movie die. i dial
the man downstairs. he lays next to me
but my pulse is still racing, chasing us
into the living room, where i file
the deplorable information leaflet under trash,
after i dispose of the menacing meds.

i tremble as i see the same guy on canvas.
how? why? am i still in a state of confusion?
a fusion of reality and surreality. i don’t buy it.


Segway Samples Daily Bites

The year when there are
two Friday the thirteenths.
A the editors at the
Pamphlet Confidental
Released a report on the
6-15-23 Orca Attacks.
It included Superman and
Aquaman spearheading and
commanding the Orcas to
attack the Spanish ship.
Lex Luthor and Brainiac held
a press conference releasing
The information.Meanwhile
a meteorite in space was discovered
the the Daily News revealed the
Large rock had a set of rocket boosters
and a glass shelf that appeared to
be glass Clark Kent said the object
appeared to be alien. In the same week
The Song "Abba Dancer" debuted. The
Song is said to be by the group
Faz Eddy and Genre Won. We here at
Bow Guss Magazine believe that these are
the Wonder Twins deciesed as a loveable
Music group tryna get closer to hear the
Whispers of the Legion of Doom.Because we
hear Black Manta and Pure.Evil has opened
up a Music Company and has signed Sinara and Fluffious to a new music deal, stay tuned.
Form: Ballade

Premium Member November

If I could paint November
would I paint it brown or gray,
or the deepest shade of burnt umber
to announce that Winter's on its way?
How do you paint a time of year
that left Summer far behind,
and left October standing in the cold
would you paint it selfish or unkind?

How do you paint the North Wind
as it rushes through the trees,
or the magic of a whirlwind
stirring a thousand decaying leaves?
And could you paint the night sky
with its crispness and its chill?
For it would take a thousand shades of blue
and a thousand more shades still.

And how do you paint the water
flowing through an ice-choked stream?
Gainsboro? Silver? Spanish Gray?
Or hues of a Xanadu dream?
And how do you paint the blur of geese
flying southward from the cold,
as they hasten their journey to find a place 
where the sun is forever gold.

And how do you paint the shivering haze
hovering eerily over the land?
Is it a silvery mist? An atmospheric blush?
Or part of Nature's gray sleight-of-hand?
Yes, how you do paint November?
What secret does anyone know?
And what do you use for the canvas?
The white of a fresh early snow?

copyright © 2019 Gregory Firlotte
Form: Rhyme

Sunrise Dance and Moonlight Dreams

A blossoming evening,serene valleys,meadows and alleys
Cottages in  distance twinkling little lanterne lights
Indigo moon peeping from blue black velevet skies
Sparkling diamonds dancing through the night
There i lay on fine grain crystals,in my own solitude
finding peace with myself,watching the spectacular view 
of a shooting star in temporarily brilliance,crossing over,
acting like a little child,making a wish upon a star
just one wish,as i watched Ugin approaching me
sommersaulting on white puffed pillowed clouds
He had a globe in his hand,a globe where i could see my future
a globe in where my one only wish came through.
On that night i lay down on golden sands
a palm tree the only companion,supporting my back
caressing me with passion, embracing me to safety
All alone I was ,alone and free,in my long white cashmere dress
feeling the breezin of the wind waftin gently through my long brown hair,
breathin on my neck,kissing my left cheek,passing to my right
flowing under my dress, brushing my pink lips,swifting,in circular movements.
That was the night my fingertips found music once again,
on silver strings of a spanish guitar,as my bare feet played with coloured corals
There i was in my own stolen moments,the universe smiling at me,
the angels in radiant chariots flying over,as faries birthed life 
and performed an orchestra of magical moments. 
There I was gazing at the mediterranean waves in inward movements,
as sailing boats left the shore,reaching far away lands,finding new horizons.
There i remained,my thoughts not anchored anymore,rowing to the ends of the sea
living in waking dreams,smelling flowers in never ending gardens.
There I was,my journey accomplished ,singing  the sweetest song of love.
There i lay between verses of awake and asleep,hearing birds tweeterin in trees
as I watched dawn cover dusk and it was sunrise.

Premium Member Strings

Musical renditions
The voice in unison, together we chante
Strings play their story
In harmony fate sings along
The winds blow in from the sea
The sun runs away
We are the band of the night
With whiskey we sing and play
We are young and we are old
The night breeze carries the tunes
I may be fao, and I may be inebriated
Harps and chords, strings to be strummed
I see you stare, would you like a Rum?
You know what you want
So close your eyes
The kiss will be sweet
Tomorrow you may fly away
Tonight the strings they are all in play

String me along
Not for long
All strings fall
Naked is your deception
The strings are all gone


Notes "chante" pronouncec shante, = sing in french
Fao = ugly in Spanish

655 The 5th Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History: The Advent of Islam

655.

The 5th Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:

The Advent of Islam



After centuries of paganism & animism

And the traces of Indianization & polytheism

Came Islam, a religion that worships Allah

From Arabia, brought here by neighbors in Southeast Asia



First by Makhdum, a missionary from Malacca

Then by Raha Baginda, a prince from Sumatra

The former built a mosque & preached Islam by word

The latter brought elephants & propagated Islam by sword



In 1450 came Abu Bakr, an Arab authority

He married Raha Baginda's daughter, Princess Paramisuli

He founded the Sultanate of Sulu, patterned from the Caliphate of Arabia

He unified the Sulu people, both from hilly zone & coastal area



In 1475 came to Cotabato Sharif Kabungsuan

In Maguindanao he became the first sultan

Then from Mindanao, Islam reached Visayas & Luzon

The beginning of our country's Islamization



This is the 5th Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The Advent of Islam

Before Christianity, monotheism here had already come

Islam was our country's first monotheistic religion

God wanted only one god for the diversified Philippine nation.



-05/10/2019

*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Form: Rhyme

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