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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rachel Nonette S. Malto)
Good people.. I wish to say you are not perfect..Nor am I 'by the way..' so what makes us
Better.? Or worse for all that may.? To catch a mackerel I hear say, you must offer a spratt..
So give to fortune? To gain by plan? always wanting is normal to almost all human's
What do you want? I hear so often, like a second reality, like the yeast in some leven
How do we find equanimity? surceace' a more honourable role? I have watched many turn
Some fall from a place' from bad to worse, while others climb unto grace' I take nothing
As granted, yet cherish each chance to learn, as we travel in this most human race'
Wondering are there some? Whose want is pure? Placed by God..Whom wish just to
Be secure.' And just will the same, for others while here, drawn by the spirit built to adhere!
J-ust
H-ave
A-nnual
O-ccurence
B-y
U-sing
E-vent's
N-atal
O-ccasion
Topic: Birthday of Jhao M. Bueno (January 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The news brings
tales of murder and mayhem
Yet city dwellers persist
in living their lives here
to the fullest
They go to restaurants, plays, movies, museums
and concerts as well as poetry readings
Gotham has its delights
There are dangers in this city
But wise inhabitants
avoid them
And continue "living it up "
in the "Big Apple"
Today the weather is nice
It is sunny and warm
I think that there may be
an unusual occurrence in this metropolis today
Hope it is something positive!
Forgetting where you come from Not knowing where you are Never thinking of where you are going “Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it.”
- Edmund Burke
Tears
All there is, is tears
The pain claws at my insides
Ripping out my hope with each gash
Each wracking breath
Brings another wave of sickness
And the blood
The pools and pools of blood
And then I know it is done
My child is gone
I am once again barren
Left with nothing
All there is, is tears
Tears
A Remarkable Occurrence in an Unknown Location Witnessed by a Handful of Beings
Who Most People Say Don't Exist
There's a place that no human has seen
In the depths of a forest, pristine.
In a range called "Cascades,"
A great shyness pervades
In the lair of the Sasquatches' queen.
An event will be soon taking place
Of import to the whole Sasquatch race.
In a dimly lit cave,
Mrs. Squatch, being brave,
Has a look of concern on her face.
All six Sasquatches came here to meet,
And behold the new face they will greet.
Finally, it begins.
The queen gives birth to twins.
In existance are now eight Bigfeet!
at stop light
rare occurrence
plates in sequence
Wind nobody will interferes,
playing dance of leaves,
birds of a talker speeches,
to rejoice the forest and flowers.
Comes true the nature its beauties-
why can not our destingy dreams?
Looks after the solar storm thrill,
and afters the winter,spring revives,
anly dead branches,leaves and burl
and never ending nature raises.
Why the destingy balks us and looks,
and all desired dreams always beats?...
/"Desired occurrence"-Lawyer N.Georgieva/
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