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That dormant feeling of insecurity arose,
when travel journal got thrust adjacent
to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes
while I knew with crossed eyes
aroused anger from peaceful doze
my younger sister felt about her
globe trotting exploits, an over expose
jour ever since voyaging out on her own
after graduating top of her class
where mine hatred glows
indirectly snidely sneering
at ma dough less brother hoboes
(a 1979 Methacton High School alumni),
unanimously chosen valedictorian
dressed in Calvin Klein
Harris tweed, couture
and silk panty hose
like me prolonging, promoting
on par with quasi staff sergeant, who knows
artful disciplinarian gingerly launching rules,
asper formerly commanding G.I. Joes
and pronouncing, predilection
exhaling natural highs no lows
traveling solo, with surviving Wilburys,
or just mows
zing nonchalantly
(though a foreigner) with swarthy skin color
easily camouflaging as civilian
all points on the compass,
where minute needle doth nose
upon returning home (being honorably feted
at once glorious estate of Glen Elm,
where she did propose
to the Lord Taylor (swiftly), which location
situated at 324 Level Road, Collegeville,
Pennsylvania 19426),
thence a great huzzah a rose
an immediate nauseousness welled
within from me head tummy smelly toes
I did not want to here, or see any details,
which would accentuate personal woes
popping, snapping, and smarting,
and slapping skin raw tib bits,
ache'n to yanked strings
of mama's heirloom yo-yos!
Poet Script:
trials and tribulations,
visited upon head of young
concocted ("FAKE") gusty and gutsy
kid sister enterprising ingenue,
christened easy on the tongue
Sharodd (not her real name),
to top off talents sung
like a professional opera singer, which rung
a shiver along small hairs of spine did tingle
heard all the way to Lake Woebegone
where bachelor farmers did mingle
every Christmas, a decreasing
number donned Kris Kringle
hit with blitzkrieg of yawping brats
hoof pranced to bell weather jingle!
"I look at Uncle Roger as a blessing to our family, for he taught our family to view all people with more humanity." (loosely quoted, paraphrasing what my cousin Sylvia said to me at my dad's funeral this summer)
Here is a picture of my father, Roger Miller.
See how brightly he smiles; how sweet his eyes are.
My mom met him in the Navy before he left for Korea.
She tells us he was Valedictorian and star athlete in his high school.
When she met him, he was very personable, but the man in this photo. . .
I hardly knew him.
This is the best picture I have of him because I have so few!
I hardly knew him.
When he returned from war, mental illness followed; it consumed him.
In those days there was no decent treatment for schizophrenia.
My dad grew sicker and my mom was forced to leave him,
taking her four daughters back with her, far away, to Iowa.
Responsible and kind, my dad sent money monthly for his daughters.
He corresponded with us by mail and drove out a few times to see us.
However, I felt detached from him; I had so many questions for him.
I visited him as he lay dying this year in a hospital, hoping for answers.
He said little. His eyes - so much like mine – were still beautiful, but
I hardly knew him.
Sept. 21, 2019
For Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph - Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Wiishkobi Ode
860.
God in My Life
(First Part)
My Baptism in Makati
Was like the Annunciation to Mary
Announced was her being Mother of Christ
Announced was my being Christianized
When I was a kid
My playmates I envied
For their having a sibling
So I fervently prayed for that thing
And God answered my prayer
He gave me a sister
And so it was
She lives with us
Our churchgoing was happy in Las Piñas
Every Sunday our parents would treat us
But when we transferred to the province
It has become different ever since
Here I became Valedictorian in elementary
But Salutatorian only in secondary
I lost my being Top 1
And found what mistakes I had done
As I entered college in UP
It was like the 1st Luminous Mystery
College life welcomed me
Baptized in our country's premier university
In my 2nd year in UP
There was a miracle from Mama Mary
She didn't listen to my prayer
Because there was something better
For my remaining years in UP
Allah came to touch me
Through the religion of Islam
I proclaimed God's kingdom
And as I graduated from UP
God greatly transformed me
From being a part-time broadcaster
To being a full-time teacher
First to Korean students in Fermat Academy
Then to college students in Capiz State University
My being a teacher in that institution
Would become for me a Divine Mission
My 1st Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I was removed as TED Secretary
When Mar Roxas became Secretary of DILG
My 2nd Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I was kicked out from TED
And then Supertyphoon Yolanda devastated
My 3rd Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I received bashings & shame
And then Santa Muerte came
My 4th Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I was reprimanded
Due to my allegations against TED
My 5th Sorrowful Mystery
In Capiz State University
Was when I lost it finally
And Mar Roxas also lost the presidency
-12/01-15/2024
(Dumarao.... based on my
"God in My Life" Spiritual
& Religious Memoir)
She’ll always be our family’s valedictorian of sight…
For
She was the no nonsense type of woman who gave all of her love and insight to the world…
That was her gift, her sight and God’s sun that shinned through her… known as the light.
Hattie is our family’s pillar of strength;
Our educator of many lessons learned…
The type…
Who’d go the extra mile, the width, the distance and length; in insuring our family’s security, history, legacy; as well as other lesson’s passed down through the years …and now she leaves us with a scale from one… right down to her last lesson of the tenth.
And As
We come together as a family in the memories of Hattie…
We’ve all come to the conclusions of being blessed in having our own personal relationships with her that was meant to be; and with that in mind…
Her eyes of beauty will always shine through and within us; for all to remember and see.
And now that
She’s looking down upon us proudly… she’s happy to have engraved her individual and personal memories down within your hearts, minds and souls.
For
This is the biggest lesson that she leaves behind; her own personal legacies of personal stories with you to cherish; her own personal touch for which she alone and personally chose.
And now,
The heavens have opened up for Hattie and now she’s received her wings; with the angels rejoicing and singing.
Can’t you all see?
For this is what she envisioned her legacy, vision and happiness of memories with you to be;
A wonderful spirit of the wise
With the glimpse of looking through her eyes, so you can see
Her touch of class that will never die…
And lastly, “THE BEAUTIFUL EYES OF HATTIE”.
When the frustrated socialist sees that health care isn't free
He turns into a killer, claims he's saving you and me
He murders a CEO, to make a point, because he could
For the goal of perfection is the enemy of the good
He gets adulation from those who think healthcare is a right
They think profit is the devil, and he was fighting the good fight
But doctors must be paid, and nurses, drug makers too
When the government runs it all, will you kill when you can't sue?
Britain has national care, there the docs are underpaid
Patients don't get seen on time, whistleblowers are afraid
50 thousand wrong deaths each year, at least death is free
Anyone can murder, but that way lies anarchy.
Brian was a farm boy, then Valedictorian, then a CPA
Became an overpaid CEO, but isn't rising the American way?
He helped disabled kids compete, stayed a regular guy
But a rich Ivy League kid decided he must die.
When Covid came, Brian offered to distribute funds for free
Some see profit over people but doesn't seem that way to me.
It may be rad and cool to cheer, maybe they feel authentic and real
But some of us just see murder, and a wound that will fester, never heal.
There are problems with our health care, most of us agree
But if you think it's expensive now, just wait until its free
Systems that tried to replace profit, slaughtered millions, quite bizarre
I never understood how hypocritical radical leftists are.
If you come across the border, you get free care in the E.R.
Our hospitals go broke, because idealists went too far
Medicaid won't pay full costs, that causes bankruptcy too
And yes, our insurance system makes no sense, it needs a big redo.
No doctor can cure this revealed sickness in the air
Only 33 percent of youth say the killing was unfair
If you live by abstractions, you won't see wrong from right
A world that cheers on murder cannot claim the moral height.
We've all arrived at the point of our
homecoming and have come to realize
That life can be a stumbling block or
a stepping stone towards the heavenly prize
And our departure our homegoing
will surely come one day
Just make sure you fought the good fight
as you journeyed on your way
Yes life is a struggle, a tug of war
a push and a pull
But never forget to move forward
to progress like a tenacious bull
For power concedes nothing
we must fight for everything
There will be tears, there may be fears
Just don't stop til the final bell rings
My 1st Lady Dr. Angela Farr- Griffin
was a fighter most supreme
A progressive praying warrior
who lived out her dream
A valedictorian in high school
who earned her Masters and Ph.d
A promoter of health and wellness
a Doctor of Physical Therapy
A mother of 2, a grandmother to 2
and wedded for 40 years
She fought cancer to the bitter end
and never showed any fear
A life worth fighting for
that's how we all should live
To put on the full armor of God
and the Holy Spirit to us He did give
A soldier in the army of the Lord
she battled and fought every day
Her homegoing has come to pass
and towards Heaven she's made her way
She witnessed, worked and worshiped
to increase the kingdom of God
She always put her faith first
and from Him she would never depart
Passionate about many causes
Which led her to start many ministries
She believed if you stayed idle
you can't claim the victory
But most of all she was a worshipper
she continuously praised the Lord Christ
She danced, she sang she exalted Jesus
everyday of her life
But the devil is a liar
who only wants to destroy
But Angela was a jubilant warrior
consistently filled with joy
She fought the good fight
she had a life worth fighting for
And now she with her Savior
Our Lord Christ forevermore
Oh, I can’t believe who I now see.
Is that really you my dear Stephanie?
You have changed so much in such a short time.
Right now, you appear absolutely sublime!
Remember that jerk in our high school homeroom?
He was the one who always called you “Boom-Boom”.
He kept saying you were a fat and ugly cow.
Wait until he sees what you are looking like now.
You sacrificed those calories, and you look great.
He does not know that you are married and lost weight.
Well, he won’t be seeing you on this occasion.
He committed crimes and was sentenced to prison.
So Lisa, you went off to go to college.
You were always one for gaining knowledge.
It is so nice to see you again.
Everyone remembers the class valedictorian.
Have you met anyone interesting as of late?
I remember when you went out with that blind date.
He left you at that movie, that conniving rat.
Don’t worry Lisa. You can do better than that.
College graduation Day
Proud moment
Achieving beyond measure
Struggles through the pleasure
Cheers from my class mates
Loud approval from my family
Valedictorian voice
“Words of Elevation”
Sensation image
Honor that follows all
My Father by my side
However, took my trophy’s given and smashed them
You smashed my awards, but can’t smash what was achieved
My heart knows what I established and conquered
You cut my heart like thorn falling from a tree
Even with that feeling, I still believed in myself always will
Dad, you want me to feel like a graduation failure
A picture with no name, face and frame totally blank
You want me to be ashamed in front of everyone
I can’t and I won’t
You gave me value and made me strong through your own words of encouragement throughout
I won’t cry, but stand proud no matter what you think
No pause nor still
Holding my head up in dignity and honor
You shed darkness, but light brightens my path in preserver
Dad, I looked up to you during my years, but now I look up to myself for being the person I was meant to be
Brought the true meaning of success and behind it is confess
Life doesn’t stop
It’s pages of life full of fulfillment, contentment and purpose
Conclusions that were transformed into tomorrow’s wisdom
Passing the torch for others to follow
Being one’s own legacy symbol
Assurance outcome
Destiny enriched
Standing on solid ground words
Today, tomorrow and the future
Today it was and tomorrow to always be.
105.
My 26th Leaf
Plucked thee on chest high
As quickly passed by
Big abode's entrance
A very rare chance
Don't know what plant thee
Owned by Gonzaga
Also Hallarda
Among the helpful
Dumarao people
Not a far neighbor
Twentieth of March
When it's early dark
After dinner treat
I was on retreat
Second time in there
Entrance gate inside
Pathway wall beside
House of Gonzaga
Here in the banwa
Way to Codingle
Valedictorian
Bea Gonzaga
Blowout “pahanda”
OLSI Graduation
I Guest Speaker on!
-03/20-21/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Heat, in the shade, with a drink and a parade - of graduates, blue and gold. An army sent out to take on the world. Proud. Politics takes over as the principal wields the pulpit. The valedictorian - smart and charming.
In the P.M., as the sun slowly dips, clouds cosset the next batch. Less formal and a smaller set of graduates, dressed in black and gold. At first glance less attractive in comparison to the morning glow. But this student body has heart.
The salutatorian blesses God, as her speech ends. The valedictorian tells us (them) to drive kind whether we walk or are masked in our cars. And the principal is student-centered. Oh what a wonderful man to have in charge.
Puffed chest. Proud of both graduates. Whether an individual in glorious and flowery fold or the everyday crowd, may God bless their souls. May they use all the intelligence, wisdom, charm and grace to bless the human race.
O my soul. My heart beats.
7/18/2020