786.
Ang Daing sa Gethsemane
at Ang Dying na Secretary
At pumasok sa Gethsemane si Hesukristo
Naghinaing sa Ama at sa mga apostoles nito
Oras na! Oras na! Narito na!
Ipagkakanulo na Siya!
Sila ang mga armado
May mga espada at pamalo
Oras na ng kadiliman
Mga tagasunod nagsikulasan
At dumating sa TED si El Gordo
Naghinanakit sa Amang at sa mga estudyante nito
Oras na! Oras na! Nandito na!
Ilalaglag na siya!
Sila ang mga LPardo
May mga balakin at plano
Oras na ng kalaban
Mga tinuruan iniwanan
Ang paglaglag sa puwesto kay Rn Corona
Ay isa bang banta, badya o babala?
Ang pag-#Waay kay Js Rd bilang Secretary
Ay balakin din ba ng pumalit sa DILG?
-04/06/2020
(Dumarao… Holy Monday)
*Unique Holy Week
189.
Plea to the Secretary
I can never forget the day
When we went to a radio RGMA
And I brought thee Nescafe
Oh our Vice President would be
Forget my hateful words not meant to be
Forgive me please & accept me into thy city & thy party
Accept me once again, Sec. Mar Roxas
Do not throw me off thy righteous bus
To the straight path again I must.
-08/19/2012
*My Twilight Poems Collection
I dedicate my obsequiously fawning poem
to our own Wonder Woman, Ms. Kristi Noem
To refugees and puppies she's oh so mean
But, alas, she's our Homeland Security queen
Demonstrations abhor our sexy fashionista cop
of her cowboy garb and fancy shades they chant STOP!
Others applaud her iron implacable will
along with her cousin, Ms. Cruella De Ville
Just mention her name and MAGA eyes grow misty
As they march in step to the orders of goosesteppin' Kristie
Crush ICE! they shout, this is our home
you're the alien invader, Ms. Kristi Noem
she stands at the podium
smiling that kind of smile
you only learn after
too many mirrors and not enough truth.
every word that leaves her mouth
sounds like a coin dropping in a machine
that’s already broken.
she waves her hand
like she’s swatting away
the stink of her own sentences—
but the air just thickens,
and the room begins to choke.
you can’t actually believe it,
can you, sweetheart?
those polished lies,
those press-release fairy tales
made from the bones of the poor—
you sell them like perfume
and call it patriotism.
I’ve seen hustlers with more honesty
in a bar at closing time,
men bleeding truth into their beers
while she stands there
selling corruption
like it’s the latest fashion
out of D.C. culture.
she talks about freedom
with the leash in her hand,
about honor
with both palms dirty.
and still—
some fools will clap,
because the light hits her just right,
because the lie sounds better
than the life they’re living.
but the rest of us,
the ones down here
with cracked knuckles and rent due,
we know a con when we see one—
and hers reeks
of the White House carpet
and the devil’s perfume.
Pete Hegseth comes across as so slick
but he's really as dumb as a brick.
He's so out of his depth,
not to mention his breadth.
His sycophancy makes me go "Ick"!
Divine Lord has a lot of messages to His world
He chose me to spread His messages
Divine Lord is Jesus Christ
He is the one of 1st Catholic Priest
Divine Lord told me the baby angel’s message
That the babies are safe in Heaven
Divine Lord heard most women’s cry
Abortion or Termination to be okay with the world
Divine Lord is okay with Abortion or Termination
The babies are safe in Heaven
Divine Lord I’m terrified
Earth’s theory
Point is The babies are safe in Heaven
According from the Divine Lord
Poetry Form: Sonnet
Date Written: May 25, 2025
Time Written: 1:26pm (PST)
The Democrats were ready to stop you! I saw and heard them talk to you like garbage!
But here you are about to be sworn in as Secretary of Health and Human Services
I wrote a few years ago about when you were running for president it had so many reads. I wanted to thank especially all those who had the courage to sign it. Thank you. PR.
I was in high scool when your uncle was killed, it made this nation so sad.
The I watched when your father shot, I was very overcome with sadness.
For years the records were a secret and hidden.
But our new President is opening the books, we will find out why your father and your uncle will killed.
And Of course, Martin Luther King….
I though America is going down the hill…well, it was.
I think those days are all over and a peaceful return to America in the world.
We can live and learn, facing the future with God’s love and peace.
Best wisheses to Robert Kennedy!
Director of Homeland Secoritny
2/13/2o25
Best job I never had was being tickle secretary to a pink dragon, Chad.
I had twenty-six job before I met him, and believe me, they were all bad.
Tickled him every hour from his tail to his gigantic fire-breathing nose.
He laughed like hyena pack who had stayed all night in a bar until close.
If he guffawed too hard, I had to mop up the room and well beyond too.
The great news, is that Chad was good-natured and fun, never ever blue.
Spending time with him was a delight, I never got tired of working with him.
Now I clean up a grizzly bear with a toothache, his name is growly Jim.
you circle each word
red, you enjoy
the correcting -
“read”
the riding crop
dropped
words race away
in your inner world
dark stallions
no bridle nor bit
bareback the beautiful
once driven, given free reign
across your cartography
no maps required
for the keeper of secrets
you know the way well now
across the sensual plains
bypassing
bad dreams
flying heavens
alongside condors and eagles
Pegasus
delivers
star of Leo
to the one holding
the bow and arrow
Sagittarius
son of Pan
and Eupheme
nursing the Muses
gently Eupheme
nurses the Muses
gently Eupheme
nurses the Keeper
The Keeper of Secrets
Candide Diderot. ‘24
secretarius. Latin/etymology.
More rings than fingers
A defensive juggernaut
Playing and coaching
Standing tall for human rights
The legend of Bill Russell
They stop and talk in an animated way.
Everyone adding something to the conversation.
I think it’s because they do not see adults during the day.
They are the teachers, the mighty mighty teachers.
One of them stopped in the middle of a long story
She said, “I can’t believe I am telling you all this.”
I could not believe it either, but I kept my mouth shut.
And the saga continued.
They do not get attention during the day like the students.
No one says, “I agree with you “or “that sounds good.”
I am in the office today, playing secretary. It is an eye opener.
The teachers all stop to tell me their life story; it is amazing.
Young secretary, she was at a loss
if for an increase of pay she should ask,
thinks she has done well all the given task,
plea is denied for she doesn’t oblige the boss.
September 8, 2021
Contest : Your Best Four-Line Light Verse No 2
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins
My secretary-lady just a bought,
Women's Brown Sheepskin Coat.
But what the point a skin to strip,
From one, to put it on to other sheep?
Young secretary she was at a loss,
to decide she flipped a coin for a toss,
if for a raise she should ask,
thought she’d done well all the task.
Plea denied, for she didn’t oblige the boss.
February 7, 2020
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Your Best New Limerick
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
I am secretary at work
I open papers to file
Each time I touch them
they whisper;
“I love you, I love you.”
On the way home I hear the echo;
“I love you, I love you”
At home they whisper,
“I love you; I love you?”
What should I do but listen,
and listen to mysterious sounds?
I love you, I love you!
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