Baby’s wail, crisp march dawn, sister Jay born,
a glowing treasure dawned that wondrous day,
since then our firm rapport has weathered storms
In depth, laughter, tears, how we faced wild storms,
sensing one and others needs truly born,
joint life journey, each true heaven scent day.
wry slant on sibling antics, close of day,
Jay bosom spar in sun, rain, wicked storms,
on recall, peak chapters in concert born
My homage born for each rapt day, Jay, you oust storms
As rent went unpaid by the tenants,
they had to pay a heavy penance.
One and all, copybook blotters,
their name became simply, 'Squatters'.
But, in this case, possession being nine-tenths of the law,
did not hold up in court, and, homeless once more,
were out in the cold for their derelictions,
as the landlord had the courage of his evictions.
381.
The 3 People Powers
The shadows of the past haunted the Filipino people
Tyranny, corruption & unjust leadership they tried to topple…
First through People Power 1 against the dictator
Who suppressed democracy & became the nation's terror
Second through People Power 2 against the anomalous
Who displayed immorality & became outrageously scandalous
Third through People Power 3 against the opportunist
Who reigned unjustly & became a hideous terrorist
…Through this, the Filipinos can oust their highest leader
A peaceful revolution called “People Power”!
-09/15/2015
(Dumarao)
*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
God will not sidle alongside an idol
Or will He sidle with the idle
God will not hang with the tongue harangue
Or listen to this world's slang
God will not accept a wrong Weltanschauung
God will suffer long, His judgements He won't prolong
God became a Child for those beguiled
God became The Tamer of those gone wild
God accepts no treason, only proper reason
God is the Reason for reason
God is The Word, there's no atheist's redaction
(Remember that you can't burn an abstraction)
God will oust any verbal joust
God has defeated Faust
God gives us a right to defend
The right that bare arms extend
Love to God Who is Your Neighbor
By extending love to your earthly neighbor
God is our Bower
God to the Third Power
God The Trinitarian Tower
Amen
Pouring rain,
wet, mud-soaked, damp, dank,
don’t maunder,
sunshine looms,
dousing grim, waterlogged landscape ,
oust drizzly weather
Unique undercurrents oust urban youth;
undulating surge unease surfing group,
accentuates; surroundings' virtue mute;
luck runs out, understanding, wouldn't recoup;
Cut up undisturbed, unlikely hurtful,
because: numerous arguments, pursued,
genuine ulterior grounds, doubtful;
thus, thoughts ultimately tuned attitude;
Quietude ruptures universal truce,
thus, unloosened corrupt accusation,
sought purely understandable sourced ruse,
though unfounded, but: subject's foundation,
Vague; uncertain prejudice, departure,
adequately neutralizes culture.
A dream has come to life
With defiance
to the compelling world
Strutting into plain and places
stalking courage and resolve
Befriending friends and foes
Defeating fiends then men
Huffing while toppling the night
romancing faith
just to oust fate
aligning the sun
to set tomorrow
and always
Thundering across the sky, storm clouds joust to oust the sun.
Gladys has an iconoclastic personality
a beatnik, hippie, nonconformist to the max
her yard does not fit into this posh modern neighborhood
it is colorful with reds, greens, blues, oranges
an assortment of mushrooms, frogs, windmills and such
she has not had to comply to the four approved color schemes
the homeowners association cannot oust her
she was grandfathered in, “as is”
a stipulation for selling this land to the developer
her monkeys, gnomes and faeries thumbing their noses
at neighbors who are not allowed to paint their doors red
or add an ornamental rock without permission of the association
When we read inspirational words,
inspirational story,
right inside of that moment,
we feel we are transformed.
And our mind takes the oath
to be just like that.
But we forget, how hard in fact,
the minute we step outside the door,
to suddenly oust and reject
the beast of our character ingrained.
(11.09.2023)
They say he's a loser,
but who, for once, did not become one?
Who on earth who says he's a winner
could outdo the things he's done?
He stood for common people's dream.
He fought to oust autocracy.
In crowded streets, he would scream.
His battle's theme was democracy.
He was the voice of people's hope,
thought at times, failed to claim his throne.
He tried still to climb his rope,
until his fame had come to hone.
For twice, he captured victory,
and then for thrice, did it again.
Those who mock him should say sorry,
for, his great feats are hard to gain.
April 17, 2023
They Say He's A Loser Poetry Contest (12th place)
Sponsored By: Joe Maverick
You are always on my mind
Like a virus eating away my soul
The more I try to get you
Out and be free the more
You gnaw at my resistance
Tormenting me day and night
I try gently to ease you out
I try violently to oust you
From my veins
But every effort bounces back
Why are you so cruel to me?
You swore you love me no more
You claim we had nothing going on
Please free me and let me go
Refrain from killing me slowly
IF summer leases
winter away will often
as dimmed fare to fare
by natures somber oust
if within a beak of
despair? If not you let
me to horror of heart
these days of my life
with a tempest mark
i now wear your knowledge
forgetting rose lips
and orchid cheeks
but bared a doubt
to the edge of doom
how much i loved your
Soul that no other knew.
So long as This that cannot
EVER DIE is what God spoke.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
a world of opposites
where all life benefits
tis down to give and take
equilibrium make
all does swing left and right
keeping the balance tight
but then there cometh man
to oust nature he plan
resources he does claim
dominion is his aim
full of self-importance
he corrupts the balance
he ne’er will go without
and drivel does he spout
as he then justifies
with mass of frigging lies
and his politicians
playing at magicians
with magic wand they wave
to make nature behave
arrogance man displays
practising evil ways
a world once in balance
now hardly stands a chance
man now walks the tightrope
and he has little hope
from side to side he sway
and then he start to pray
On World Autism Day, April 02
He does not know: why the world is unkind,
He's lost somewhere and being left behind,
To his happiness, everyone turns blind;
Complex thoughts arise in his immature mind.
He speaks with discontinuous speech,
At comprehension's threshold which can't reach;
His eyes trying to show a hidden beseech,
A cry: "Help! My Life Is Suffering Breach."
Asks: Is there any room in world for him?
Will you stand by to help him show his vim?
Road to reach Utopian World is long,
Oust his mental weakness to make him strong
So, provide him with his right, don't do wrong,
Ecstasy will spread, he'll sing happy song!
April 02, 2022
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