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You’re gone now but I am forever proud
I go to your grave and speak out loud
I say I love you and I know you hear
The kind of man you were I will always revere
You set an example of right from wrong
I remember you all the time even when I write this song
From when I was young to when I grew older
You were there to help me brush my problems off my shoulder
Learn love laugh in life you immersed
Be strong with pride and put family first
You showed me how to strive to be my best right from the start
Live life well and follow my heart
I’ll miss you forever and let my soul be free
But always know that a piece of you resides within me
You were there for me in every way
The best dad there was so Happy Fathers day
To the woman who gave me birth,
Who helped me realize my worth.
When it seemed dark everywhere,
You held my hand with deepest care.
The day I started walking, you rejoiced,
Smiling gently, your eyes moist.
You were the one who beamed with pride,
Each time I took a dream-filled stride.
For us, you sacrificed everything,
Left no loose ends in our upbringing.
You gave your best; fulfilled our wishes,
Each day wrapped in hugs and kisses.
Today I’m writing what words can’t convey,
We can’t live without you;even for a day.
For you, I whisper each night in strife,
A silent prayer: may God give you a long life.
Without you, we are incomplete,
Even success feels like a defeat.
So here’s my heart on this special day,
To thank you, Mom, in every way.
My roommates and I congregated in our suite's great room and we’ll head out for dinner soon.
“Have you ever eaten dog food?” Leong asked Anna.
“No,” Anna answered, “it smells like chicken - it’s got chicken in it”
“OOO!” Leong pounces, “Busted!!”
“What?!” Anna reacts.
“How would you know that then?” Leong asks, doubtfully.
“My mom told me!” Anna cries, in self-defense. “She’s a vegetarian too.”
“Your mom told you.” Leong said, like a prosecutor raising an eyebrow for the jury.
“I just took my last English class,” I report, pony-tailing my hair, “my teacher told me - privately - that my writing destroys.”
“Nice,” Lisa says.
“Yeah,” I say, smiling and grooming with pride, “I thought that was a ballin’ complement and I’ve been riding that high.”
“No doubt,” Anna says and nods.
“My English professor..” Leong says, exasperated, “is driving me crazy,” I’ve written three final papers so far and she’s rejected them ALL.”
“Huh?” I gasp, “Show me one!” I demand, wiggling gimmie-fingers at her laptop.
“Here’s a question,” Lisa asks the room, “What would you change about your childhood?”
“I would have never grown up.” Sophy said.
“When I was in third grade, in the UK, a girl in my elementary school, was murdered,” I reveal.
“What?!” Anna says.
“Oh, my GOD!” Lisa gasps.
“Spill” Leong demands.
“Her name was Kennedy,” I begin, “She was in another class, I didn’t know her but I started to imagine that I’d known her. I’d think of her playing on the swings in a yellow dress, in daydreams and in nightmares.
“I can see that,” Leong said.
“I was flummoxed, at the time, how a family could lose a little girl and a president.” I added.
Anna looked confused.
“I was in third grade,” I replied,” what did I know?
“Go ON,” Lisa prompts.
“We heard that she was walking home and got snatched,” I continued.
“Jesus,” Lisa said, shaking her head.
“Although I never walked home, I was careful not to be snatched for a while,” I summarized.
“I bet,” Anna agreed.
“That’s what I’d change,” I said, “Poor Kennedy.”
“People suck,” Lisa pronounced, and there was general agreement to *that*.
The glossy lamp-posts,
like the tremulous stars and awakening stars,
light up one by one with a click;
and with incredible manifestation
they announce a spectacular sunset
to impatient and eager lovers...
lost in profound contemplation,
feeling the urge of improvisation!
Serenity descends on the white crushing waves...
to conceal the ablaze horizon with indignation;
will this splendor incite the writer's inspiration,
whose simple words, with elaborate insight,
can console the painters' hearts
when they lack inner inspiration?
Already the conspiring fire-flies seem frantic,
they cautiously search the grass by the tall pine-tree:
to plan a night of mystery,
and to adorn the fragrant air with magic!
There are no lush hills or
snow-capped mountains
to ward off the unpredictable ocean,
or the unguarded sky so prone to invasion;
a sky that harbored the cowards' madness!
They came forward, with full force,
to bring down the impressive Twin Towers;
symble of wealth, of power...
of brother-hood and unity!
They came to kill with hideous minds...
to destroy thousands of innocent lives:
but our selfless,fallen heroes
have made us stronger,
and we are still free!
Even when the weather is unkind
and helpless flowers are swept away by a gelid wind,
snow and rain still embellish, with fine decor,
Manhattan's magnificent sky-line;
and Lady Liberty,weeping,
still welcomes to her thriving shore:
the freedom-seeker and the dream-maker...
so immensely grateful and widly smiling!
The spectacular sky-crapers
can hardly breathe
among those limited spaces;
ask the laborious builders
with sun-tanned faces!
They were the ones fighting off sweat and heat'
waiting to behold,with pride
and rewarding hard-ship,
their ingenious work before the applauding
and cheerful elite!
With beauty and gloominess around,
to spark the writer's inspiration,
this unsteady hand jots down
vague words swerving on the straight lines,
to conceive his defination,
which one day will be repudiated with disguise
by literati's own interpretation!
If you ask any wise one…anywhere…anytime..the meaning of life…
they’ll smile…then happily exclaim:
“The meaning of life is to give meaning to life.”
It’s amazing how all their answers start out the same.
From here their answers vary…but please…have no doubts…no misgivings…they only vary slightly…because of the varied lives they are living.
“I’ve lived…I’ve loved…I’ve won…I’ve lost…I’ve dreamed…I’ve laughed…I’ve cried…I’ve hated…I’ve fought…I’ve been disgraced…I’ve been filled with remorse and with pride.”
“I’ve trusted…I’ve hurt…I’ve been hurt…I’ve made mistakes…I imagine there are times my heart and soul agree…I have not always been the person I imagine myself to be.”
“Yet, through my highs and lows…my ups and downs…I have somehow found a way…to learn from every one of them…to learn a little more each day.”
It is here they always conclude their lesson…it seems to this theme they all keep returning…they say: “The meaning of life is to give meaning to life and to do this…you never stop learning.”
Yes, if you ask any wise one…anywhere…anytime…the meaning of life they’ll explain…how their stories may vary in the middle…but they start out and end up the same.
Inviting and magnetic the towering awesome sight
A perspective of domineering rock and icy peaks
It challenges, dares and beckons with unfolding beauty
Stretching upwards into shades of blue and puffy clouds.
Along the winding sloping trail I make my way, the easy
Lower tract encased in green, till rough terrain appears
Then stimulation is released when steep ascent arrives.
I climb and breathe the pure fresh air, intense intoxication
It is so peaceful all around, a place for meditation.
The time goes by. I look for holds and make full use of spikes
Intent on concentration. The wind comes by and contributes
To the hazards of melting ice and hidden crevasses
The weary limbs in need of rest; a keen lookout for falling rocks
An avalanche of crumbling doubts that slows the pace...
Subdued exhilaration when the going gets too hard.
At last the top is right above. An added burst of strength
Dispels the peril of defeat. One final forward thrust
Victory is mine. The summit reached I gaze in awe
Surveying with pride my sprawling kingdom down below.
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Contest: Pinnacle
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
I’m still an American, what about you?
The blood in my heart is Red, White and Blue.
I won’t disown my country, not for one election.
I will always show support and give her my protection.
I’m still an American, my country matters to me.
I won’t surrender my freedom; those colors are what I see.
Our Flag still waves in every city and town.
I’ll never disrespect her, by turning the union down.
I’m still an American, my country tis of thee.
I’m proud to live in this sweet land of Liberty.
This is where our Mothers and our Fathers have died.
I will forever fly my flag and do so with pride!
We are still one nation under God.
Our blood soaks this ground on which we trod.
My God and my country will see me through.
I’m still an American, what about you?
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There you are in your white dress
Marching in for all to see
A little taller than the rest
Incarnate joy and purity
Your father looking on with pride
As you come into your place
He’s reveling in this rising tide
Where you personify God’s grace
II
A few more weeks and you’ll be eight
We know we cannot hold back time
The World is coming soon or late
But I trust that you will be fine
Because I see your old man in you
The finest man I’ve ever known
A man that if he thought you needed help
Would give you everything he’d own
III
In fact he has god daughter dear
He’s given you all that he is
This is why I have no fear
For your image is his and His
I make to you this promise on your special day
To love you and support you as you grow into You
And as you navigate this world for one thing will I pray
When it gets tough you ask yourself “what would my Daddy do?”
To my goddaughter on the occasions of her First Communion and Eighth Birthday
May 4th, 2024
Firstly, I killed a man,
Hatred mated with pride,
Guts as conception leapt off the span,
then will nurtured the twain.
Hatred mated with pride,
Made me await the media,
then will nurtured the twain,
And the cops came thither.
What made me await the media
Pruned the courage in me,
And the cops came tither,
While I admitted what I did.
The courage pruned in me
Made the cops disbelieve me.
While I admitted what I did,
They said I to merry lost my wit.
What made the cops disbelieve me,
Would be responsible for more evils.
They said I to merry lost my wit.
That's enough to keep me guiltless of more evils.
Date: 03/10/2019
Contest Name: Poets' October Pantoum
Sponsor : William Kekaula
The students dream to join the clubs with pride,
Where learning blooms and talents brightly shine,
They long for fields where sports and hopes collide,
To share their gifts and make the stars align.
They yearn to read the stories, bold and true,
Of campus life and voices breaking through.
But screens are bare, no words for them to see,
No online page to set their spirits free.
The ink is locked within the printed page,
A silent echo in a digital age.
Their hearts still hope for change to come their way,
For Casay fights to bring that brighter day.
So write, dear friends, let roots of thought extend,
And branches reach where dreams and truths ascend.
Let twigs of rhyme hold whispers soft and sweet,
While leaves of green make every verse complete.
And falling leaves upon the earth shall lie,
A noble sign that time and care pass by.
Though Casay fades, his dignity will stay,
In poems born to light the students’ way.