“Tim~s lik~ this, mak~ m~ want to y~lp. H~y, y’all, I n~~d som~ h~lp!” –The Po~t
I totally forgot som~thing
Oh, what can it b~?
I can’t s~~m to r~m~mb~r
Oh, wo~ is m~
I’d lik~ to compl~t~ th~ chall~ng~
But I can’t r~m~mb~r how
Is th~r~ no on~ who can guid~ m~?
Pr~tty pl~as~, r~spond now!
Polish-French Marie (1867 – 1934)
and French Pierre (1859 – 1906) Curie
physicists and chemists
conducting pioneering research on 'radioactivity'
(a term she coined)
won the 1911 Nobel Prize in Chemistry
by the isolation of radium
for the discovery
of the element Polonium
elementary (possibly hyperbole)
recovery even so
a short poem on atomic number 84 is
'Po'
I'm not p*rmitt*d to yous ta 2nd vow'l!
If this was lasting, I'm bound to howl...
So thow shall C
How this can B
Thus at a minimum it can't B a D-ny
That to do this mind twist ... Po-I-Try.
In the dark of night, shadows danced, whispers of injustice echoed through time
Black men sought escape in new, destructive habits
Dreams faded like smoke in the air, leaving lost souls and shattered hopes
The barrier of getting a black lad a decent life aroused depression, but black men, we are
We rise, but do we rise taller or merely wiser?
We rise from the ashes of pain, while claiming our space and our pride
In the face of adversity, we won't hide, we march on with fists clenched high
But, how will we experience triumphs while we lack cooperation?
Broken chains reveal broken minds, struggling to unite, weighed by internal demons
Yet in vulnerability, we find unbreakable strength,we rise, unshaken
For black men, we are unbreakable
what do i do now
that...
i'm empty
the store doesn't deliver
saturdays...
le
113.
Pakibalik Niyo Po!
Ako'y nagsusumamo, pakiusap gawin niyo
Itong pinakamabigat na hamon ko…
Kung may ibang taong nawalay sa inyo
Sila'y inosente, pakibalik niyo po!
Ibalik niyo rin po ang may salang handang magbago
At nagsisikap na magtiwala muli sa inyo
Handa akong gawin ang lahat nang nais niyo…
Ibalik niyo lamang kami sa inyo!
-03/31/2012
(Dumarao)
*Walong Maiikling Tula ng Kahapon, Ngayon at Bukas
The moon leans low upon the river’s breast,
A silver bowl spilling over the reeds.
I lift my cup and laugh at the sky,
Clouds scatter like startled swans in flight.
Companions rise with song and shout,
Their sleeves wide as sails on the wind.
The earth tilts, the stars grow dizzy,
Wine flows, and reason drifts away.
What care have I for kings or crowns?
A plum blossom floats into my hand.
Tonight is a gift too rich to measure—
We dance, we sing, we drink without end,
Our shadows the only guests who remain.
We told no one he was a blue coat, Dogberry, flatfoot, the fuzz
Is he the po-po? Asked our smartest wisest relative, Cuz.
Out of all of us he is by far the most brilliant one.
Lots of bragging by Aunt Elzora now, as he was her son.
Beneath the moon's pale gleam, I sit alone,
The sea's cool breath weaving through my robes.
Upon my lips, the ocean's secrets flow—
Each oyster a pearl of the world untold.
Their brine whispers of the tides' long song,
Of ships lost, of lovers waiting in vain.
A sip of wine softens the sea's harsh kiss,
Its fire dancing where salt once reigned.
Oh, life is fleeting,
like white foam on the crest of green waves,
But here I linger, a guest in deep sleep.
Wine and shell, the night's treasures, I keep,
And toast the stars, in there bare silver light.
Who needs tomorrow when tonight is this sweet?
The sea, the wine, and the world at my feet.
In moon’s cool embrace,
Wine spills like crimson rivers,
Mind drifts to the stars
In jade cups, the moon's reflection swirls,
A thousand poems born in wine's warm glow.
Lonely, yet the stars drink with me,
In drunken dreams, all sorrows flow.
The river of life, forever more.
a po-am...a toil
letting of
word...sound-dings
that splash
meanings...of an
idea-as a
lane-gauge...for some
word flow
from an id-as...clear
stan
wrt a moth...
her nature be
as a flow are
on a wall...
with wings...
that pet all
who sit in
come fort till...
able poses free...
domes of gas
that have scent you
to a po-at-tree write...
stans sand
Two figurines fell out of the sky
Dropped from a crop duster plane passing by.
The pilot yelled, "Look out down below!",
But no one could hear, he was flying so low.
The dolls struck Li Po who was filling his sack,
Now the rice farmer lifelessly floats on his back.
He does not move, first victim of
A double knickknack paddy whack.
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