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The 3rd Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:

Trade with Southeast Asian Neighbors

I Hurt

I hurt.
My adventures playing chase through my mind;
Of hiking, skydiving, mountain climbing,
Of hunting, wrestling, and things of that kind.
From the arctic and its frozen waste lands
To Southeast Asia, I have widely roamed,
Using snowshoes or hiking jungles gloamed.

I hurt.
My adventures remind me every day
Of what it has cost me to pursue them.
Of many broken bones along the way;
Of torn muscles and tendons, I’ve received
Broken collars and shattered shoulder bones.
Now I hurt and feel so all alone.

I hurt
I have days I mainly stay in my bed.
Age has crept upon me like a leopard.
It is the devourer I now dread.
People think I’m strong, but don’t understand.
Pain is payment for my adventures then,
And remind me of glories way back when.

Ocean Roads

The ocean is my morning commute
where I set sail on my Yahama Outboard 
with nothing but tradewinds, waves, 
currents and salt air with no traffic in sight


I can take the ocean roads
around the Atlantic 
on my  limestone archipelago 
of the sun, sand and sea 
from Grand Bahama and Abaco
on the  Little Bahama Bank
to Inagua on the Great Bahama Bank


I can cross the Tongue of the Ocean
from New Providence to Andros 
to view the depth at 6,000 feet
and Exuma Sound to visit 
the southeast side of Eleuthera 
and the western  end of Cat Island 



I can drive down south to the Bight of Acklins
to visit the secluded beaches 
on Acklins, Crooked Island and Long Cay
or to the Ragged Island Range 
an archipelago within an archipelago 
and travel back up north 
to the Cay Sal and Great Isaac Banks
and even travel through the Florida Straits
when I need a vacation getaway to Miami


Premium Member Lady Liberty The Gift

appears a Roman goddess
halo affects adorn as spears on a diadem
Her torch enlightens the world
flames are gilded in 24K gold
reflecting the sun's rays, looming She is not  
for the floodlights illumine night’s darkest hours
the French had created Her
Americans built Her a concrete pillar
the old raised funds as the young saved their pennies
grounded granite pedestal protects from blue bolt strikes
disassembled in toto scattered and strewn She was
93m in height
neoclassic colossal copper sculpture
oxidized to muted green an outer patina
broken chains at Her feet breaking free from tyranny and servitude
typifies a democratic government                                                                  
She faces southeast welcoming all arrivals transversing the sea
France gifted Americans, brothers of liberty
against sepia skies, streaked layers, cream colored clouds 
a silhouette stands on Liberty Island

Premium Member Bragging about Cute Granddaughter

My granddaughter is the cutest girl in Texas.
Maybe even in the whole southeast of the USA.
She was the most boastful grandma we met that day.
And we are all grandmas, with our hair of gray.

If I show you a picture it will dazzle your eyes out.
Her bragging was ridiculous, took form of a shout.
We said sure we’ll take a peek, and a peek we did.
She was not wrong; her granddaughter was a really cute kid!

Premium Member Song of The Multicolored Malay Lacewing Butterfly No 11: ABBA

Tropical Impressionist ascenders,
colorist defenders were everywhere,
Multicolored Malay Lacewings ... there,
added ambiance to the fanfare years,
the species are restricted to forest
reserves due to its flowering host plant,
Adenia's, in the regions, cate's length,
colors change, sociable, pupae process,
soon a new adult emerges and mates,
confirming progressions of the species.
Unique to Asian Isles in the Southeast,
black, white, yellow, red, bluish saturates.
Monet at a distance would have caught flight,
colorful butterflies, shadow's midst light.


Premium Member Song of The Venus Flytrap No 9: AABB

Unthinkable odds descriptive recounts,
The Venus Flytrap, U.S.A, amounts.
Unique to Carolina's, north and south,
triggers sensory hairs in its hinged mouth.
Small insect or arachnid alerts trap,
then leafy draws down close up tight till snap.
Carnivorous plants like soft and sober
subtropical wetlands southeast seaboard.
The Venus Flytrap is the most active
of such species. Sweet nectar's retractive
luring potential prey into its clout
closed-door policy, check-in don't check out.
Some Venus Flytraps make place most hostile
bug-free surroundings are most possible.

Premium Member Song of The Rainbow Eucalyptus Tree No 8: ABBA

Or nearby country lanes and quaint front yards,
are the Eucalyptus Rainbow, streaked trees,
found in Southeast Asia island countries.
Two hundred twenty-foot tall tree safeguards,
its ninety-four-inch smooth orange-tint trunk,
growing in the lowlands and rainforest,
wood makes paper and cosmetics cherished.
It's pale green, red, grey, and puce, a slam dunk,
breathtaking wonderment countryside greats,
eye-catching kaleidoscopic spectrum,
arrangement stretched far away, no breadcrumb.
The advocate of nature illustrates,
through collective documents and accounts,
unthinkable odds descriptive recounts.

South by Southeast

Scraping this rhyme from pages of blood pages of sweat
Wild demon 
With a violent voice echoed by saturated bleeding sunlight
Hijacked innocence Winter's pariah falls into the fervent shade
My Old town picks up the pieces of a broken heart 
My Old town would takes me dancing and gets us some drink 
The patina of youth brushed with Fripp and mixed by Eno
Those who stand out
Make it a point to  go their own direction 
The way of the Gypsies and Witches those that hear that last shout
The people who see a foretelling dream
I can't believe we don't know our power
They say if we all wished together
It would come true
Shadows of darkness towers over a warm soft night 
Contempt paints 
Portraits of serenity's preserved heart
Yo peace please come to me 
Think it through and get it right
Take me home tonight

Premium Member Fire Sign Love

Your kiss is a mystery I want to solve
A gift you talk to me and I evolve
From my cocoon find me brown but in bloom
White wings of love fly me to the moon

If you don't fall for me maybe I don't care
After all you are my muse with natural kinky hair
Cherry challenge a call to trust fate will be shared
Love to hear you talk and I like that you stare

You are a silver star in my onyx sky each night
Even though we are apart together we will be alright
You were born in the west and I in the southeast
Cupid gives us a timed test that we will pass easy

For we are of the fire sign we share optimistic views
Both creative cordial kind with empathetic grooves
I do hear you when you say I'm beautiful and I feel
You see me as you are today so beautiful and real

Premium Member Sawbones Behest

He rode a trail from out west.
Twas at the sawbone's behest.
As he turned southeast,
Ran into Cochise.
So, now He's Mincemeat, They said.

Premium Member Mckee Springs Petroglyphs

McKee Springs petroglyphs
southeast flank of the Ulnta Mountains
twenty-two miles past Quarry Visitor Center
a long ways from Kansas City

take island park Road
it is impassible during wet or winter weather
call and ask before you attempt passage

do not touch the story-telling petroglyphs
they are fragile and irreplaceable
do not trace or rub, you could ruin them
the park is heavily patrolled too

dinosaur remains are visible there also
embedded in the rocks
hinting at earlier civilizations and species
both cultures there to view and visualize as you may

feelings of connectedness with both ancients and dinosaurs
found few places in the continental USA
but found there

Premium Member Let's Meet At Olvera Street

Olvera Street
It's where we're spending Mother’s Day
Children run around La Calle, and play
La placita de Olvera Street
Family's coming, it’s where we’ll meet
We’ll do some shopping with the merchants there
Spend time at the Candela Shop Square
Spiced and decorated, colorful and unusual candles
Buy a pair of huaraches, traditional Mexican sandals
Time for a new peasant blouse and a shirt that says Chicana
We’ll lunch at the famous taquitos place and listen to some Mana
                                      

Olvera Street is in the oldest part of Downtown Los Angeles, California, USA
El Pueblo de Los Angeles Historic Monument. Historically, it abutted the original Chinatown, which was later removed to its modern location to make way for Union Station. There are 27 buildings of various ages still standing.
Los Angeles was founded in 1781 by Spanish pobladores, on a site southeast of today's Olvera Street near the Los Angeles River. They consisted of 11 families and were accompanied by a few Spanish soldiers. The new town was named El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora Reina de los Ángeles.

Premium Member The Winter Storm

Arctic opens giant mouth
Blows chilled breath
Across the frozen tundra
Down, down across state after state
Heading south, southeast dipping deep

Poet sits with chilled ankles and feet
By the glow of her computer moon
North winds whip naked oaks
Uninvited breeze enters seemingly safe room

Heat pump's silence exacerbates 
Wind gust's lifting of the roof
Stirring of the wind chimes
Their hollow sound being driven 
Into a voice of frenzy

A thinning, gray headed man snores 
Heat pump clicks on
Temporary relief for chilled feet
As the poet tries to visualize 

Those oaks that get no relief 
Except when gusts slow
Oaks' dead brown leaves are tossed 
Dried, crinkled left 'pon the cold earth
As a temporary blanket of warmth

Strong gusts break weakened limbs
Their occasional crash frightens
Any leaf left hanging by a brittle stem gives way 
To the breath blown from the arctic's giant mouth  

Date written: 12-23-2022
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Date: 12-23-2022

Premium Member Lydia Of The East

Lydia in Asian Games
Running wild in Southeast
Flying with burning flames
Pride from the East.

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