Security and me,
Don't eye to eye always see,
When it makes me,
Take time away from you,
Just to see that a payment goes through,
Layer after layer of security.
Oh how much easier it should be,
For you and me,
To pay a bill or three,
So, there could be more time for you and me,
And the cost added onto the bill for me,
To pay security,
For what it fails to deliver to me,
Would be less than the size of a bee,
Why cant the companies and banks see,
A way to set us all free,
From waking up each day, dreading to see,
How many more layers of security,
Will be adding to the time I spend away from thee
When all we want to do is pay our bill,
and prevent the company we owe from being,
bankrupted by too much security.
Oh why cant they see,
What is obvious to a flea,
And open their doors, when I come with cash in hand,
Begging to pay what they demand,
To keep us all from having to leave this land,
So, I can spend less time trapped in layers of security,
And more time with thee.
835.
Wala Nang Pang-Security Needs
Nung ako ay tanggalin
Sa CapSU noong 2016
Security Needs ipinagkait sa'tin
Pambayad ng SSS/GSIS wala na
Salutatorian namin marami na
Akong Valedictorian wala pa
Pambayad ng PhilHealth wala na
Mga batchmates marami na
Akong Valedictorian nila wala pa
Pambayad ng Pag-IBIG wala na
Mga estudyante ko meron na
Akong guro nila wala pa
Nang sa CapSU alisin ako
Wala na po
Na Pang-Security needs tayo!
-11/08/2022
(Dumarao)
*My Losing CapSU
12 Snoopy scultures scattered around the city centre
to find in the sun
someone on facebook has spilled the beans
and revealed the location of 3 of them -
she has received an absolute backlash
some bloke wants to take part and drive up from kent
but we can't find the one and ask the young, bearded man in the hi-vis
he sends us over to the young, cologned-up man in the blue suit
he sends us down the escalator to the Paddington Bear bench
and we get there and leave a copy of Robert Burton's
The Anatomy of Melancholy next to Paddington,
eating his marmalade sandwich.
i whisper in his ear, 'good luck to you.'
the security guard and the blue-suited man begin to approach
we leave immediately.
A coat of light brown and a heart of thread,
Waiting for me on the edge of the bed.
So soft and squishy, a pillowy prize,
With quiet patience and brown button eyes.
With a black little nose and a bright red tongue,
To your comforting spirit, I’ve always clung.
I hold you close when the world feels loud,
Or wrap you in blankets like a terry cloud.
I hug you tight till the worries depart,
And feel your stuffing against my heart.
Sometimes I’m angry and toss you aside,
But Cushy, you never once leave or hide.
I smile at your face when the morning is new,
Finding a comfort that’s honest and true.
I share every secret, my thoughts and my fears,
While you soak up the laughter and dry all my tears.
From your fuzzy ears to your small scrubby tail,
A friendship with you will never pale.
When the day is finally done and it’s right,
I tuck you in with me for the night.
Under the covers, a snug little team,
Floating together through every dream.
Keep us cozy, warm till sun’s light,
My best friend Cushy throughout the night.
You can marry 100 women
You can change your brand.
You can work security.
You can curate this fictional persona online.
But I saw you, that night in the dark.
Where I deserved protection and you beat me.
You beat me with no words. I trusted you.
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
Should be worried and scared
You've got Dr.Jeckyll-Mr.Hyde personality
Too often unreliable and unpredictable
Yet you've somehow got a trustworthy quality
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
One can look at the sky
and see all sorts of things.
Forgetting that our sun
is also a nighttime star
when seen from afar.
Just one more glitter in
fields of endless dark. All
tiny sparks appearing relatively
the same – little difference from
us governed, a number and
a name.
You be the cage
I'll be ur bird
No matter how many times I fly the world
Ur door remains open for me to come home
It matters not how much I roam
A soothing place I can rest my beak
Ur my safe place when I feel weak
On the flip side
I'll share my adventures I'll be ur personal guide
You be the cage
I'll be ur bird
U sit still in perfect iron form
I'll fly in the sun rays to keep ur bars warm
Ur sturdiness is something to behold
I treasure you more than gold
I am greatful for ur protection
Baby there is no honorable mention
Take me at my word
You be the cage
I'll be ur bird
What is risk if not an invitation
to break through our existing stagnation.
We have given up our precious freedom
and invited in a life of boredom.
Could coincidences in life be clues?
Are they hints, the direction we should choose?
Should we unleash the habits of our past?
Should we break them like chains, take risks at last?
Our fear has imprisoned us in the known,
stealing from us rewards of the unknown.
The known is comfort and security.
Unknowns’ reward is creativity.
Go to where creativity exists.
There’s no reward without taking the risk.
Rummage
If you must.
My presence here
Is based on trust
So dressed am I
In Summer svelte
Yet you're to check
My trousers belt;
I'm scanned
As if each cell is rogue
So scrutinised
Despite en vogue
I understand
Away from home
You check my
Hydrocortisone;
The lotion for
My perfect tan
Or salve for lips
To kiss this man
Accept, do I
My gooey three
Could form a plan
For bomb plot spree
A victim
Of mis-communication
Disturbing transport's
Destination
Ungroomed
Is how my luggage ends
While protection
Of the sky depends
On just this task
For safety's sake
More pleasant if
A smile you'd break
Your focus can't be
All on me
Perhaps you're wondering
"What's for tea?"..
Or hoping soon
To get away
To pack for your own
Holiday
So here's my wish
For you to find
Credentials
Of a different kind
As poke and prod
Display and sort
Where discretion is
A last resort
So one day you may
Understand
In travel
To another land
Exposure
To some inner delving
Though required, it may be
Disconcerting
My name is Chikwela poet,
I will speak about Laulent,
Not a Bandari college president,
The security man in the gate.
I like how he invest,
Students to wear their identity,
Seems like they have forgot,
To him I have appreciate.
Since bandari I have start,
Only him he has react,
Even Bacoso how they conduct,
He has fulfil the right.
Students keep it in the pocket,
Not wearing in the neck,
After finishing to be inspected,
Weared only in the test.
In how he have operate,
He have done something different,
Which other couldn't aspect,
Good way he has select.
My name is Chikwela poet,
I will speak about Laulent,
Not a Bandari college president,
The security man in the gate.
I like how he invest,
Students to wear their identity,
Seems like they have forgot,
To him I have appreciate.
Since bandari I have start,
Only him he has react,
Even Bacoso how they conduct,
He has fulfil the right.
Students keep it in the pocket,
Not wearing in the neck,
After finishing to be inspected,
Weared only in the test.
In how he have operate,
He have done something different,
Which other couldn't aspect,
Good way he has select.
the end safety
No modern weaponry can stop this brutal onslaught.
The Med is far from here, where the Atlantic breeze is cooling
we who do not travel watch the fire with awe
Further afield, people have too much water and drown and
become refugees trying to find a safe place.
Are there any safe places left?
Those who think their country is secure will not share
it with the driftwood coming to their shores.
California is burning villas made of timber as matchboxes
For the rich to feel the heat, does it make them kinder?
Of course, it has nothing to do with us who live
where the breeze from the North Atlantic is cooling.
In this time of life, the pandemic is just the beginning
of a total breakdown of the world we knew, the day may
come when Outer Mongolia is a relatively safe place to go
as it has no flooding to speak of but has plenty of drugs
to pass the time while waiting for a fire to reach us.
If love breaks you open
And you have a chance to look inside
You might be surprised at what you find
If love smashes your expectation
And you have a chance to make your defense
You might be greeted with a surprising strength
If love disturbs your every intention
And you have a chance to meet your fear
You might be astonished at the things that become clear
If love crashes into your wall of security
And you have a chance to construct better walls
You might be captured by a decision not to rebuild at all
If love explodes into a million pieces
And you have a chance to walk away
You might be dazed by the unreachable splinter lodged in your heart to stay
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