289.
Ama ng Nacionalista
(Sergio Osmeña)
Inaral abogasya ng may matataas na marka
Kay Quezon siya ang Pangalawang Pangulo
Namuno matapos ang Digmaang Ikalawa
Sinimulan pagsasaayos ng bansang ginulo.
-12/19/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Tanso Collection
Once upon a time in America:
It’s the story of a guy who wants to sleep with a young girl,
But for her to accept, he must offer her a cake,
A white cream cake, with tasty strawberries,
So he buys this cake she wants, and goes to the girl’s house
Alas, waiting for the girl who takes her bath,
He does not resist, and eats the cake….
That is often love……. Regrets consumed….
It says a lot and so little.
NB: I only narrate a scene of this film, whose music moves me so much, a masterpiece by Sergio Leone ( 4h anyway, but I had to see it more than ten times)
In Sandy on a Sund’y
Can’t even buy a pie
The High Street is a ghost town
From some Kafkaesque sci-fi.
Not a single caf is open
No point in asking ‘Why?’
So I’ll just go down
To the Rose and Crown
And give their roast a try.
The film set has now altered
To a Sergio Leone
The barman with the hang-dog look
Is sitting all alone.
I enquire after Sunday Lunch
His reply comes Brummily spoken.
‘No food today,
I’m afraid to say.
The chef’s right arm is broken.’
So homeward I trudge
To a can of stodge
That I’d been keeping handy
And I curse the day
I decided to stay
In this Sabbath-subserving Sandy.
Today is one of those days where I need to put my phone on airplane mode
I don't want to be disturbed until my pain goes
I just want to take a day off from the world and sit in the same clothes
This isn't an argument or beef I promise we will remain bros
I'm not lonely, but today I'd rather be alone
Unless Demi Lovato wants to realise I exist and hits my phone
Give me today to re-energize and spend one day without desire
Let me peacefully watch my favourite movies A Bronx Tale and Mrs Doubtfire
I'm good by myself today, there's no need for conversation
I want to sit back and watch my favourite Cristiano Ronaldo and Ronaldinho compilations
I plan to relax until I get mad at conceding a last minute goal on fifa
Maybe have a few cans of beer and order a pizza
Sorry world but I've had to switch today's plans off
Please don't attack me for it, I'll get so defensive you'd think I'm Sergio Ramos
Today is just one of these days where I don't care to be disturbed
This isn't an everyday thing, but every so often I will renew these words
S-cribe
E-mploys
R-apturous
G-reetings
I-n
O-ne
E-xpression's
S-ublime
M-essage
A-bout
B-irthday
E-vent
Topic: Birthday of Sergio Esmabe, Jr (December 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Ever since Mr. Dutile asked us to sandwich our desks together, I haven't
been able to sleep or eat. My mom made her famous crisp lasagna the
other night but I didn't eat a bite. I went to my room feigning a stomach
ache then wrote your name all over my binder. I can feel my cheeks hot
as I write this but I must say it or combust. You make my heart melt like mozzarella and when you smile at me, you make me feel like the prettiest
girl alive. I know I am not Julie Panuccia with her revlon lipstick but I was hoping, you felt this way too.
So here it goes, "Would you go to the prom with me?"
Before you say no, I must ask you one thing, "When you slipped me that silly note along with your hewed pencil, was that you making a pass?
I figured maybe ?
Soooo, if they answer is yes then on prom night I will ask the D.J.
to play "My Eyes Adored You" it was playing the day I ran
into you on talent night. I almost dropped my books at your feet
I believe I fell in love that da. I hope you feel the same way too
Sergio Valente.
Your friend
Loretta Beata Lucia Santaricchia
Feb 21, 2019
Follow the money
Sergio Magkitsky did,
now he’s dead
Offload the stolen money offshore,
safe from regulatory confiscation
Hide the digital footprints
tracking back
to innocent Russian blood that was shed
Don’t get looped into
a diversionary sound byte
Keep following the money instead ...
Dirty money getting laundered clean
Circulating back
into the filthy hands of the enemy
Block the flow with well-placed sanctions,
shut the door
to the underground corruption being done
Following the money
will put your life in peril
So you always gotta stay
two steps ahead
Sergio Magkitsky didn’t ...
now he’s dead
The last minute wonder.
The nick of time saviour.
At Hells door I lay.
A willing candidate for destruction.
For I had exhausted my wealth on the acquisition of wild pleasures.
There His grace found me.
Those amazing hands that dragged me back to life.
That love that fed me with the living waters.
That Jesus that transformed me into a living stone.
That Jesus that made me a holy nation.
The God of the last minute.
In total disarray, my life was.
At its lowest ebb, my joy was.
At its dying breath, my faith was.
At a crumbling state, my security was
With a firm padlock, my doors of favour was shut.
I encountered many tragedies,
Tried many remedies.
Ran from pillar to post.
Huge debts, my purse grossed.
To the world, I became a ghost
At the nick of time.
God's favour came.
His blessings rained.
A new song, He put in my mouth.
Olorun Sergio Ramos.
The God of the last minute changed my story.
#Bashorun
As blue waters of March quiver a chime,
Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor
Where so many stars flicker, quite sublime
On fallen crest…it hurts a whole lot more.
Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor
I observe the dreamer inside me ache,
On fallen crest…it hurts a whole lot more
To drink, to sip this bitter wave and break.
I observe the dreamer inside me ache,
For this masquerade of glee chafes my soul
To drink, to sip this bitter wave and break;
Recalling my Nana… dug in the knoll.
For this masquerade of glee chafes my soul
Where so many stars flicker, quite sublime
Recalling my Nana… dug in the knoll.
As blue waters of March quiver a chime,
Originally written 11 June 2016
Reposted 3/23/2018
Contest: Laura Loo's Favourite Pantoum
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Inspired by Songs by Sergio Mendes
Waters of March
Triste
So Many Stars
It Hurts A Whole Lot More
The Dreamer
Crystal Illusions
Wave
Nana
Masquerade
parmesean shrimp pasta and loaded cheese grits
southern chicken tenders and rice pilaf
hot buttered cornbread and butterscotch pudding for dessert
two bottles of water, some multivitamins, and an alluring oceanfront view
a unique collection of music i made similar to an 8 track i had in the early 80s
let me see....morning sunrise-weldon irvine....lovely day-bill withers....
moonlight feels right-starbuck....kiss you all over-exile....the tide is high-the paragons
....simple things-minnie riperton....look around-sergio mendes and brazil '66....
a little stan getz, a taste of michael franks, and an alluring oceanfront view
i sit here now in complete silence
a few people with flashlights are having a good time like i am
race, color, and presentation does not matter here in this vibe
i fall asleep with a smile of pure contentment on my face
i do not worry about the inevitable departure
i do not worry about what is waiting for me when i get home
i do not even worry about time or place
i just amass myself in the heavenly bliss of the moment....thank the Lord....and rejoice
I remember the Google Boys
Such a long time ago!
Working in a neighbors garage
With Rocket Science to make their web go!
So I started bragging as LOUD as could be
Out on the Internet for all who could see
Next came a knock on my tiny front door
Two Google shirts that I do still adore
So thanks Sergio
And Thanks, Larry too!
Not a day shall pass
Without prayer for You!
God Bless my precious Google Boys, Judy
======================
True Story...Still have my Original Google Shirts!
itchin for attention
gettin my ass out da kitchen
i dont do domestic no more
thats right i have issues
i dont do dishes like madonna...
i can be your lucky star, only its Kimstar *****es
sleep with the fishes, you know who you are, too big for my britches
Got em wishing on a star, wantin to go far, but just
cause i talk loose with my tongue don't make me a whore.
ya'll heard a two chainz, ***** im a star...
Just tryin to stay young u know have a little fun,
blow someone, I mean .... someones mind, lol
no really....its a joke to see if your paying attention
after all, all we have is time, so dont' hate on me
if you see me somewhere making the most of mine.
If i haven't mentioned it, its all in good fun anyway, even this little rhym
I'll look back on it one day when not so young and recall
how much fun i had...had
because of you...you loved me enough to let me shine.
I love you....Sergio Sandoval Jr. (20 yrs together)
you too Pook, Thanks Guys!
K*4.29.13
There was a great filmmaker from Italy.
The man’s name was Sergio Leone.
He made a famous western trilogy.
These three films were all quite good.
They starred an American named Clint Eastwood.
“A Fistful of Dollars” became something to adore.
The next film was titled “For a Few Dollars More”.
The most famous of this cinematic trilogy
was the flick “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly”.
They were about a man with no name.
Each film launched Clint Eastwood to fame.
These three films were set in the American West.
As westerns go, they are among the best.
All three films are considered of quality,
even though they were shot in Italy.
On the television, these films occasionally show.
“Spaghetti Westerns” became a term we would all know.
You walk into the room
like you never left
you hug me as everythings okay
i let myself forget
as i fall for you agian
i look into your eyes
you hide your pain so well
i look into your heart
my name has faded
im suddenly scared
i cant hold on forever
for nothing more than this
-Spencer Coggsdale dedicated to Sergio Sosa
Love is dead
i am dying
thinking of him
as i start crying
with nothing but memoreis
to numb my pain
remembering it all as i watch my blood drain
it rolls down my arm and falls to the floor
accepting the pain as i go back for more
my careless strokes cutts the stitches of my skin
releasing all my thoughts and pain thats building up within
-Spencer dedicated to Sergio Sosa
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