Corpus Christi in the southern region of the United States
Named by a Spanish explorer, Alonso Álvarez de Pineda, and mates.
As he discovered the lush semitropical bay, an American city
on the Western Texas coast; Christian feast day of Corpus Christi.
The city’s name means, body of Christ; a place of my birth,
A coastal city in the biggest state of Texas on this earth.
Corpus Christi of North America, is known as the "Bird Capital,"
A city that has a humid subtropical climate, to some very unvital.
North America a country of the free and the brave;
Fifty states surrounded by an ocean coastal waves that voices rave.
Beaches almost paradise that brings joy, semblance of normalcy;
Just feels like one can breathe from all the abnormalcy.
In time for a very hot, very immunized summer rhythm,
Oceanside of much-needed thrilling escapism.
With cold drinks, toes scrunch in the sand;
In a beach day with a lot of laughter and getting tanned.
5/31/2023
'Glorifying your birthplace/country through poetry
If Your Birthplace-country was a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Pineda locale in Pasig
Is at eighty-six already;
Their worship edifice is big,
And the brethren's faith is steady.
Topic: 86th Anniversary of Pineda, Metro Manila East (March 25,2021)
M-orbid
A-ttack
R-abidly
K-ills
A-s
N-asty
G-rime
E-ndangers
L-ife
O-nce
P-andemic
I-n
N-otorious
E-eriness
D-eploys
A-ilment
Topic: Birthday of Mark Angelo B. Pineda (June 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-veryone's
R-ed
L-ips
E-vade
N-ew
P-andemic
I-n
N-asty
E-nemy's
D-eadly
A-ttack
Topic: Birthday of Erlen S. Pineda (April 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
P-ropagate
I-nspiring
N-ews
E-vangelizing
D-ifferent
A-udiences
Topic: 85th Anniversary of Pineda, Metro Manila East (March 25,2020)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
U-nderstand
N-atal
P-oem
I-nterpreting
N-otable
E-xpression's
D-ivine
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Jun V. Pineda (March 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-irthday
O-ccasion
N-icely
I-mplements
F-un
A-s
C-omposition
I-n
O-ne
P-oem
I-s
N-otably
E-mploying
D-elightful
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Bonifacio Pineda (November 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-essage
A-dvances
R-ighteous
K-nowledge
A-bout
N-ame's
G-reat
E-xcellent
L-ine
O-nce
P-oem
I-n
N-obility
E-mploys
D-ivine
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Mark Angelo B. Pineda (June 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
U-se
N-oble
P-oem's
I-mpressive
N-ote
E-njoying
D-elight
A-new
Topic: Birthday of Jun V. Pineda (March 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-pigram
D-enotes
N-icely
A-rranged
P-oem
I-n
N-ever
E-xpected
D-elightful
A-ptitude
Topic: Birthday of Edna B. Pineda (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-eacon's
E-arly
R-ays
N-ow
A-scend
D-istributing
E-nergy
T-o
T-he
E-arth
Topic: Birthday of Bernadette Pineda (April 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-oyful eyes of man
V-igorously smile and glow,
P-ool of tears is seen.
Topic: Birthday of Jun V. Pineda (March 22)
Form: Acrostic Senryu
K-nowledge is learned from the ants,
A-s they get the labor done;
T-hey have no ruler,
E-veryone works neath the sun.
Topic: Birthday of Kate Pineda (March 20)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
Give me a Reason
By
Steven Pineda
Happiness through a bottle, when lifes to hard to swallow.
Hopelessness, full of depression, and a hint of anxiety eating at my soul.
Theres no meaning, only bad decisions, with no mistakes.
Having the power to walk on water, but no land ever in sight.
Never hungry, always filled with nausea, daydreaming to stay alive.
Beauty is like gold, but every day I grow old.
Always alone in a house, the silence moves to be seen,
The only sound I really hear is the devils sitting at opposite shoulders.
No angels here.
No friends, no family, only acquaintances feeding on me,
Like a vulture on a deer hit from a car.
Out on the street they stare, they judge, like shadow less figures
Wanting my soul!!
When will I see my true calling? Is it to dare to ask,
To be or not to be?
My mind is always a constant war raging, it divides oceans, and
Makes world collide! Iam lost.
The pills I take keep me sane.
Sometimes sleeping is the closes thing to serenity, which
Is DEATH.
Happiness through a bottle, when lifes to hard to swallow.
Creeping From the Light
By Steven Pineda
Tears roll from my face! Full of guilt and ashamed from the world
I turn my head from the light and walk into the darkness
I’m alone! Only god feels my pain and worry
What have I become? Nothing just an empty shell with a heart that bleeds black and beats for no reason
I dream of happiness and friendship but when will it come?
Satan has me by the bottle!
My only true felling of living is from the burning in my stomach from the poison I consume
It fills the void and for a moment I feel serenity but its just a glimpse
I need more and more of Satans remedy!
When will it end? Death is really the only way out
Unless my savior will take me into the light and show me the right path
Such a warm idea please help me before my addiction takes me away!
I wrote this poem because Iam a recovering alcoholic and it seems like I cant get away from drinking I turn to it for anything thing I cant deal with in life. But one day I will escape this evil addiction. Thank you all for reading this little piece of my mind.
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