793.
Ang Alamat ng Jowa
Bakit at paano nga ba
Na ang tawag sa
Boyfriend, Girlfriend o Siyota
Ay naging “Jowa”?
Tanungin mo kaya
Ang VICE na maGANDA
Dahil hindi ba't siya
Ang nagpauso ng ganyang salita?
Dahil kung ako ang tatanungin
Di maganda para sa akin
Para bang shortcut sa
“JO WAla”
Wala pa akong naging jowa
Mula sa aking pagkabata
Hindi ang aking MiJo
Isa lamang siyang EXperimento
Pero bakit ako concern dito
Gayung ayoko namang magkaganito
Ayoko lang kasi na
Parang tunog “JO WAla”
Dahil si JO ng Doremi
At si Jo ng Dumarao-Makati
Ay prehong ini-#Waay
Ng nagliliyab na bye-bye
Anong masasabi mo
DB Paolo
Die Beautiful bang mamatay
Nang may ganitong aray?
-07/24/2020
(Dumarao)
*Alamat ng Kanilang mga Expressions
Pier Paolo Pasolini
loved to skate with Sonja Henie.
"But isn't she a Nazi?"
"Who cares? She puts up with my ragazzi."
Your hand
As so inclined
Am I to show that love refined
Itself to friendship
Yet in that lowly
Friendly act
There still remains the simple fact
As lips touch skin
Respectful blessing
Is released
And worried brow becomes uncreased
For lips they linger..
Just a while..
To transfer more than just a smile
They wish to walk the extra mile
From wrist
To forearm
Where friends desist
And love walks slowly from the mist
And yet..
This happens
In the mind
Forgive the drift from 'love refined'..
As thought constrained
And locked away
In hopeful future such love remains
A warmth, cold daytime life detains
In daydreams
Paolo Uccello nickname 'the bird'
an inventive painter you may not have heard
His wife said he loved perpective more than her
forehortenig did so naturally occur
Milanese artist Lomazzo,the theorist*
was also an idealist
He claimed a shroud was the Lord's face
&thus a divine self-portrait thereon, was traced
*https://brill.com/view/title/36088?language=en(&chapter six of Giovan Paolo Lomazzo's Idea of the Temple of Painting (1590), )
C-onvert
A-nd
B-aptize
A-ll
N-ations
A-fter
T-hey
U-nderstand
A-lmighty's
N-ews
Topic: 90th Anniversary (February 17,2020)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Photo: Paolo Salonga
Fate intervened on this day
I overslept... missed my train.
Find out about the rail crash -
Not a soul survived.
7,7,7,5 checked with how many syllables
Book Chosen Eleven Minutes by Paolo Coehlo
Contest Part 2 Fully booked
Sponsor Nette Onclaud
06~23~16
Her train arrived right on time
a presence lost in the crowd
love’s interminable end
Eleven minutes
6/22/2016
-Eleven Minutes (Paolo Coehlo)
submitted to – Part 2, Fully Booked – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nette Onclaud
Eleven minutes are left
Before you come with your brush
To paint the convulsing cloud
Ah just eleven
_______________________________________
June 23, 2016
Contest: Part 2--Fully Booked
Book title: Eleven Minutes (Paolo Coehlo)
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Eleven Minutes
Eleven minutes before
he wedded in the jammed church.
She barged in and proposed
to the gracious groom.
June 22, 2016
For Nette Onclaud
Contest- Part 2, Fully Booked
Novel Title- Eleven Minutes (Paolo Coehlo)
mixed icing while oven showed
eleven more minutes left
school shooting—radio blared
wretched birthday cake
Written on 06/22/2016
Contest: Part 2 - Fully Booked
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Eleven Minutes (Paolo Coehlo)
Watching outside the glass window
Water filling-up our garden 's meadow
When the rain and wind begun to splash
I closed my eyes reminiscing our past.
Let's start reviewing before the seven calendars
Turn the pages back of the classic memoir
When you reach the first part, let's sit and start
Never leave, never skip let the pages show it's part.
Two characters in their sweet beginning
Their story in climax foretells heartbreaking
Ending - the witness of my lonely love story
The untold feelings remain in one's memory.
I'll let the storyteller reveals the secrets
For I don't have the courage to unseal what i feel
Hear the storyteller in this poem
Hear the heartbeat before I'll move on.
The Great Beauty
by Odin Roark
How short lived
This laughter made for releasing
Buried in the tragedian
Locked in the universal clown costume
We
You and me
We might watch Fellini’s balloons part
But the message of La Dolce Vita
Has faded into paparazzi history
Or perhaps
Never was
But
Taking up the Master’s baton
Paolo Sorrentino runs like a gazelle
His Great Beauty
Revisiting the question
A man lent to us
Provides a moment
Where one’s man for the ages
For our lifetime
A sufferer for both woman and man
Torn between the paternal instinct
And imagined freedom…
Becomes alone
Yet all-embracing
Such a price
We might say
Italy’s microcosmic decline
Man’s countenance on trial
His worth awaiting
A Christie's auction
Everything with its levy
Yet
What price the good life?
The good life seldom realized?
The kind lived
Then rebuked in
The Great Beauty?
Oh to seek
The unanswerable
Not the self-cocooning
Of “I know”
And the peace of inner-nothingness
Sublime’s secret
Like Sorrentino’s protagonist
We all live in bubbles
The question is about choice
Your bubble
Or
Mine?
June Paolo
Joyful not jinx
Understanding not underestimating
Never give up never lay
Excellent you are suppose to be
Perfect you should claim
Arise you aim
Overwhelmed well applauded
Lots of praise
Oh! My good, child stand up and race!
As Hermes once took to his feathers light,
When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright
So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft
The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes;
And seeing it asleep, so fled away,
Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies,
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day;
But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kissed, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
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