I glare at the dragon; she is not easy to understand
Her keyboard lays dormant; I despise her in many ways
She’s a machine, you are the boss, someone says
He is on probation now, not understanding our battle
My sword is mighty; but hers is mightier
she has the last word, because she can
I can’t even type without her changing my capitals
sometimes she refuses to acknowledge words I think are words
she has programs that I will never use,
because she intimidates me, and her instruction books are ridiculous
I don’t read anything over six pages
I glare at her, wanting my old life back
She is here to stay, resolute and determined
I have to make room for her; everyone else in the house adores her
my children click clack click her keys, and are delighted
my husband throws around terms like “database and delete”.
Words I never used before this dragon arrived.
I hate what you’ve done.
The feeling has never left me.
Cleaned a thousand times,
yet I still feel dirty.
Though you’ve changed,
And time has passed,
I can’t forget, nor forgive you.
I know deep down you feel guilty —
But will you ever say the words?
Even now, we’re close,
Still, It keeps me from ever
truly trusting you.
I hope you know how much I hate you.
I love you.
It speaks ill torment
Vomit cloth
Special release ashing tarnish vines
Willful bonnet garden vignette
Friend, do not ressasse
your dark ideas,
Death will come
Whatever you do,
Everyone owes it,
Don’t resent
Your appointments
At the doctor’s,
He doesn’t even think about it,
Under the palm trees
Draw in the sand
The heart of a girl,
Think of the turtle
Who lives peacefully,
Do not complain of your misfortunes,
Nor your thoughts,
Don’t resent
Love is like a sprig of lavender,
Feel it hunting
Your dark thoughts.
Don’t think about it.
Tomorrow does not exist.
So many speak of ‘our democracy’
though it seems representatives resent us
They blithely vote for their party’s agenda
then when questioned, they act nonplussed
We keep electing the same ones over and over
the familiar’s more comfortable than the unknown
So much ‘for the people’ in ‘our democracy’
~ who don’t really deserve it, you see
(To be sung to the tune of “Cruella DeVil” from Disney’s 101 Dalmatian)
Angela DeVil, Angela DeVil.
Often misunderstood
As after a kill
To see her is to think
Of a devil from hell.
Angela, Angela
Why not give the girl a chance
Perhaps you will
See the real Angela DeVil.
At first you’d think
Angela had no heart
But know her better
In time you’ll realize
She’s not to be despised
You’ve been judging her wrong
Along with those
Who have been telling lies.
Like most of us
Who have been misjudged
She deserves to be heard
Before we resent
Her name’s just a label
Don’t be misled
See the angel in the DeVil!
May 4, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
Did you read the book yet?
It has everything,
love, hate, indifference,
rage jealousy, kindness;
life and death and all that is
between those two.
Don't read the last page
until you get there.
Each chapter is a season
a place where you stayed for a while.
Most of the great themes
it introduces were chosen by you,
you before you were born.
You forgot, thinking
the book only a novel;
no, it is a revelation,
it reveals itself.
Don't think for a moment
that you did not write it,
it exists in a library
between your mind and Gods.
He co-wrote it with you.
Take a bow.
Life makes sense
for those who feel it
for whom only live it
makes no sense
if you only resent it...!
Life is a river in spate, with froth, noise and rapid pace, some currents are eddy, some flow so smooth, on its journey to the vast ocean. Do not resent the knots that block the flow, for the more knots you undo, wiser you become.
fortunes good and bad
life is shuffling the card game
learn to play not blame
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Written 26/07/2020
Lord, I could never resent You
You are my saviour as well as my Ultimate Teacher
What I am going through is the direct result of my own unfortunate choices that I Sincerely Ask Forgiveness for....
To You I shall Praise In Permanent Continuity....
Thank you for Life, Breath, and Able-Bodiedness, My Dear Lord....Amen....
Fame and fortune
I would compromise
If I never again had the chance
To see the glow in your eyes.
Butterflies...
You used to give you
Whenever I came around
Now there's darkness in the distance
Where we used to share a common ground.
Frowns turned up-side-down
So astound by the pictorial dictionary
I stand categorized in.
Then again, I'm squandered
In a field of dreams
Insanity is the name
Shame gave way
To the opaque vision you presented--
Resented by a girl that never knew me
Just when I thought she was officially mine.
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