poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
s pa
ce s
runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
300.
Our Golden Times During PNoy – Part 5
Behold PNoy kicking like horse
Corrupt officials kicked out with force
Senators involved in spoiling pork barrel
Are now holding bars in each own cell
Officers accused in police and medic
Are also not spared from the angst of the kick
If public corruption is sincerely detached
Territorial protection is willingly attached
Established by the visit of Obama
Speaking of foreign, we got something in FIBA
Gilas Pilipinas made us Most Valuable
Proving Filipinos are fans indomitable
Fans of those to country give heart
Fans of those like PNoy who's smart
Go like Rachelle Ann, our pride offshore in theater
Swerve like Michael Christian, our first Olympian in winter.
-12/30/2014
(Dumarao)
Ahoy, there sailor- where have you been
Lost offshore- the sea of green?
Have you docked your vessel onto the land
By the beach that's covered with white-like sand
Where the ladies bathe their tanning skin
I'd bet your trousers that's where you've been
My doctor likes to see the Earth
I get a nosebleed, she’s wading the surf
Maybe off Thailand, maybe Brazil
Who’s gonna save me when I get ill?
Yeah, there’s satellites, I can always text
But she’s out of town at the smallest pretext
Running a marathon, maybe in Rome
Everywhere is her home away from home
Maybe its that she sees all the frailties of man
Maybe that galvanizes her to move while she can.
I shouldn't grudge it, but I've just broken my toe
Kicking a wall when she mentioned "Idaho".
So I’ll drive like a saint, not drag race the streets
Not eat the wrong things, not trip on my feet
Not mouth off to strangers, not poke at a bear
Not flirt with disaster or agree to a dare.
I'll use Gemini or Grok or Chat G P T
Then I'll order from an offshore pharmacy
That might finish me off and I'll complain no more
Hope she feels sorry before heading to the Jersey shore.
(note: she really is a good doctor, I'm just having fun here)
It's gonna be cold tonight
They predict one degree
The polar vortex has a bite
Unheard of here in NYC.
Global warming is the crime
It allows the cold to break thru here
So we must push for offshore turbines
While we sip on frozen beer.
Its gonna be cold out there
They say polar bear numbers will wane
But those bears are unaware
They're making cubs like clouds make rain.
In Antarctica it's negative sixty one
Coldest its been for 44 years
But ice shelves are melting in the sun
and nothing is as it appears.
Florida's freeze made dead bananas
Carolina towns can't cope
The reasons we must hammer
Renewables are our only hope.
poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
s pa
ce s
runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
So many lives destroyed by greed.
Too many hungry mouths to feed.
The rich blame the poor for being lazy and feckless.
The poor blame the rich for being greedy and reckless.
The wealthiest hide funds in offshore accounts
The poor must work harder for meagre amounts.
People are divided so the markets may prosper.
Whilst queues at foodbanks continue to grow longer
Refugees escape from terror and wars.
Dreaming of landing on welcoming shores.
Condemned by the establishment, who don’t want them stay.
Yet happily spend all the taxes they pay.
Governments are chosen by media manipulation.
Then fight their cause with enhanced reputations.
Our press is controlled by the wealthiest few.
So, who really decides what we see in the news?
These are political issues, but many don't care.
Yet the wealth divide remains massively unfair.
Too many believe there’s no other choice.
So, stand up and be heard, coz we all have a voice.
Amidst the unsettling crowd of animals,
I still feel alone, even if you're sitting by me.
There is no cure for my loneliness.
The feeling is similar to what great poets must've felt—
that forced them to ascend from this land,
by escaping through a beautiful route called death.
It is a path with many pitfalls,
but I feel at home, drifting off into the emptiness.
It doesn't feel unlike the feeling of loss—
it comes with a sense of finality
that I have experienced before,
in some vague memory of the past.
Now, I'm floating offshore,
taking my final breath.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair,
The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud,
too painful to watch couples walking proud—
the memory of you at heartstrings tear.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair.
land
inland, cultivable
leasing, foraging, entailing
terrestrial, terra firma, oceanic, offshore
boating, ferrying, sailing
acquatic, nautical
sea
To Whom It May Concern
To the boy who took the wrong turn.
Narrow walls of past concerns,
The ropes of tight bends—
Knots, they stretch and breathe.
Too obvious, I lay in bed
With demise’s feet.
Imperfect—a shadow they cloned,
For the nature of man is less.
They kill for less, like dirt they cast offshore—
Ohh, out like the rest!
I prayed for thirst,
But chaos has made its nest.
To see the rest of self,
The lonely, my quest.
Hey, you! Yes, you who claim to know me well—
Where were you when the nights turned red?
To whom lovers dread,
A glare of an empty self,
In fear of a dreamer’s pen.
The distance in the void and self,
I search my soul for less—
For wealth in memories
I couldn't suppress.
Who am I? Yes, I—
That self that needs the yes
To save me from them.
We took a ride of pride,
Me with all my lies.
Like a knight, my fight and spark
Could stand the tide that rises.
That shows the image,
A world that shaped not brave—
A me with no you,
But guarded by the senses of view.
Could I be life’s muse?
I hope—
An image of me to you
Is the you that needed me,
But saw too few.
By P. Fualem
When gray waters of June moan…one last time
Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore--
How so many stars tremble quite sublime
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour.
Near the dimming edge of our isle, offshore
I summon the fighter in me… Wake wake!
For this clutch of demise gushes its pour-
To ignite kiln of hope ‘s flame , and not quake.
I summon the fighter in me … Wake wake!
As courage prevails nudging my bruised soul…
To ignite kiln of hope’s flame , and not quake,
Entombing young brother… down in the knoll.
As courage prevails, nudging my bruised soul,
The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day
Entombing young brother… down in the knoll,
Yet God's light reigns, my angst ebbing away.
The deepened cry of goodbye washes the day...
How so many stars tremble quite sublime
Yet God's light reigns, my angst ebbing away--
When gray waters of June moan…one last time.
On the balcony of a hilltop home near Santa Barbara California, late, on a warm, clear summer night, forty years ago, looking out over the ocean, with good friends, after hours of partying, stars twinkled in the black sky, and lights twinkled on an offshore oil rig rumored to be the inspiration for The Doors song, the Crystal Ship. We all just stared, one of us saying, that's The Crystal Ship.
alone, together
vast sea and infinite skies
twinkles in our eyes
At dawn, when the sky smiles...
I bow, pray at length to seek.
If true, as God would have me;
At it, my swiftness should awake hope.
Where there seems none, my styles...
Possibly without remorse, though weak;
Cum certainty of what to be, such sea-
I swim through its boundless spell, off rope.
At noon, when the sky frown,
I race, hustle all seasons long...
If no, as fate could file my case;
Of time, my faith would halt war.
Why not give up, such stage me clown.
This won't be of tease, while still young...
Rather shall keep up, cum His grace-
Until I feel relieved; ease storm, offshore.
At night, while the sky beams...
I write, encode and decode my day;
If sure, lessons learnt propels thought.
For real, it engulf my mind's box
Through the night; many are dreams-
Of peace and war, fear and courage; gay...
Will I ever have to myself, what I sought?
Cum lot where lies mirthful stories, off clocks...
"Vision newly sprung with it’s calm, and tranquil weave of seductive fragrance and sound, flirting with heart and mind." Quote by poet
Timely appearance golden sunshine
Filtering flawless infuse of brine.
Cool, caressing breath awaken dawn
Piddle round ebbing waves, spring sun's yawn.
Upward flight gulls dance in eager crowds
Handouts underneath thin wispy clouds.
Turquoise offshore breakdown short proem
Wind's odyssey bends and churns sea foam.
Breadth and depth water life beneath brief
Womb ever pregnant and coral reef.
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