Black Manta and Jayna sing's
Sexy Mermaids
Written By: Dristter A. Niente
and Lex Luthor
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"because of its inherent qualities
I don't know what to say
the ship in the harbor
follows me
every step of the way
it might sound crazy
maybe I'm insane
I saw blackbeard neath the pelmet
just the other day
I aint got no issues
she replaced theJolly Roger
with a pink and blue pelmet
I saw her blackbeard
I couldn't look away
thar she blows
I know there I go
Neath the pelmet
I saw blackbeard
Dobros get your jolly
she told us all
strangers in the night
a ship big and tall
thar she blows
and there I go
i saw a blackbeard neath her pelmet
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ple growth wood and cured resin
gives it it's sound
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The making of the Scarecrow is a documentary
Narrated by Lex luthor
652.
The 2nd Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The Barangay
The Malay people formed a settlement
Having a culture & own government
They had a ruler & social stratification
They possessed a literature & practiced a religion
These people lived on nature
They depended their living on agriculture
They adhered on peace & order
Governed by laws & a certain ruler
They were ruled by a gat, lakan, datu or rajah
Who came from the noble class or maharlika
There were also freemen or timawa & slaves or alipin
Living on their own or serving from within
These ancestors of ours were not illiterate
They had an alibata or baybayin to communicate
They were also not savages & godless
They believed in the afterlife, spirits and deities who punish & bless
This is the 2nd Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The Barangay
A village of families, heritage of the Malay
Proof of our orderly beginning & civilized origin
God was with the Philippines since our genesis herein.
-05/07/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
651.
The 1st Period of the Pre-Spanish Era of Philippine History:
The 3 Races
Thousands of years ago
Came the first peoples into the Philippine archipelago
They were the Negritos, the Indones & the Malays
They came by feet, by boats & by balangays
The first to come were the Negritos
They came into this land by toes
In times when there were still land bridges
These black-skinned people thrived here for ages
The second to come were the Indones
They came into these islands by boats with ledges
In times when land bridges already submerged
These fair-skinned people here emerged
The third to come were the Malays
They came into this archipelago by balangays
In times when Malaysia was ruled by a cruel sultan
These brown-skinned people to settle here had begun
This is the 1st Period of Pre-Spanish Era – The 3 Races
The Filipinos began as civilized people, not as savages
This is the dawn of Philippine civilization
God started the Philippines as a civilized nation.
-05/06/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
sometime the horns starts the intro's
I love it when the horns play
I 'll catch the groove and start
to ah dancing
while the horns do their thang.
the accentated bass line
a riff that makes you wanna groove
the percussion rhythm
make's your body move
when that Ole Crooner start's
ah Croonin the background
start's to sing
when my foot starts ah tappin
I know then the kinda song to sing
Me encanta esta música sensual
Me dan ganas de bailar
Me encantan los metales y las cuerdas
Su ritmo me hace
aprovechar la oportunidad, ¿sabes?
Porque no cantar? Por favor, para mi?
A ring of joy protects and surrounds you.
Expose every exquisite concierto within,
I want the tip of your emotion on my skin.
A ring of joy protects and surrounds you,
the audience will in a wink be swooning.
I want the tip of your emotion on my skin,
Ayyy que rico, why can’t this just be mine?
The audience will in a wink be swooning,
you’re contagious and at once addictive.
Ayyy que rico, why can’t this just be mine?
Eager, I was never taught how to share.
You’re contagious and at once addictive,
give me everything inside that mouth.
Eager, I was never taught how to share,
lo siento pero pardon all this honesty.
Give me everything inside that mouth,
expose every exquisite concierto within.
Lo siento pero pardon all this honesty.
Porque no cantar? Por favor, para mi?
There's no stoping the feline sound
When El Guapo's around
He's the Joe George of Cedar Grove
The women flock in droves
To see their future
To see way cool junior
Mujer te vuelve de ojos grandes
De hermosos ojos azules
Even have a taco with El Guapo
Or a little love under the poncho
El Guapo is Kimosabe
To all the girls of Merle and Willie
There's no mistaking this heart breaker
The clay image of his Maker
A four pillared greeting, a long winding road
A quiet, eerie presence; cold, soft whispers...friend or foe?
A cry from the mountains rides on the breeze
It's heard in the valley, it's heard in the trees
Fallen for God and fallen for Spain!
It's not spoken with pride, but with pain and disdain
It comes like a croak, ragged and dry
Like it's been all boxed up and has not seen the light
The cries sing aloud from the walls of the nave
Most of them dug up; their final resting place: a mass grave
A shrine to the fallen for country and kin
A monument to remember; never forget this buried sin
A four pillared farewell, a quiet drive home
A reassuring presence, a new friend, a renewed hope
My favourite spanish cozy resto.
Bring on the seafood paella and prosecco.
Serenade me all night long.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Spanish Influenza
killed more people than WW I
lasted from 1918 through 1919
we lost five percent of the word population in four months
I am not sure how to compare the Covid-19 statistics with this
But surely someone out there does.
I will wait
I am from a mature lemon tree from tall uncut grass,
And pots and pans,
I am from the blue broken house and bags full of recyclables, to the smell of home-cooked pozole, and the feeling of comfort,
I am from the nopales planted on the fence,
To the willow tree whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from family gatherings and recalentadas, from storytelling & crying,
From my mother and sister
I’m from card games and dice,
and from family visits to bonfires,
I’m from si se puede, and everything happens for a reason,
And nonstop oldies and corridos,
I’m from baking cakes on birthdays and fishing in the evenings,
I’m from Sacramento, the capital of California,
and deep roots in Mexico, a proud Mexican and Cora,
And from Chile rellenos to lasagna,
From a hardworking immigrant who has been hardworking since the age of 10, who has always been selfless and full of calluses on his hands, from high school graduation ceremonies to fond memories and photos of every milestone, hidden away in a safe spot in my mind, never to be lost.
"When the alphabet of any language is spoken aloud, the sounds become a small chant — part rhythm, part memory, part language beginning to form in the mind of a child." — poet
ah beh ceh (cheh)
deh eh efe
heh ahchay ee
hota kah elay (ehyeh)
emeh eneh eñeh
oh peh cu
erreh (errreh) eseh teh
oo veh chica doble oo
equis
i griega
zeta
~*~*~*
We have heard of the rainbow and its gold
That’s the pot of myth we’ve have been sold
A rainbow is nothing new,
(although after the rain the refraction's in view)
But it’s being highjacked, imbued
As an emblem by LGBTQIAN+ askance and skewed
It’s said that homophobia killed disco
It’s too bad that it didn’t quake San Francisco
(Pacto Arco Iris en español
God's covenant of the rainbow)
In Spain they call it Flamenco
In Portugal it's Fado
It's simple life yet so complex
Heavy but light
Dark but so bright
One can step into a basement or a theatre so large
One can feel overjoyed or supremely depressed
These extremes of emotions are life itself
But perhaps there is that balance when you sit and watch and listen
The click clacking of shoes
The desperate strums of strings
The rhythmic slapping on the cajon
The moans of lost romance
Sip your coffee or Porto vino, or Sangria if you wish
Lose yourself in Iberian folk music
And decide how you want to spend your horas in the dancing abyss
we came up same building,
same busted elevator, same rumors in the walls —
three girls stacked on top of each other
like secrets whispered through radiator pipes.
6S - she’s half rican, half black,
but don’t call her half - she all attitude,
dark skin glowing when she laughs too loud,
hips slick like she dancing with nobody’s permission.
5E - 5’1 and built like a threat,
she got a stare that’ll stop you mid-lie.
she hate surprises, so we never sneak up -
she come knocking first if you do her wrong.
then me - 7N, freckles spread like stars on light skin,
red-brown hair tied up, book in my lap,
content to stay inside while they chase block heat.
they pull me out anyway - stoop nights, corner gossip,
big dreams that don’t always fit our pockets.
we so different it make no sense -
three girls shaped like soft rebellion,
like hard lessons, like love
that never needed no permission slip.
puberty tried to twist us up,
boys tried to break us open,
life threw her worst
and we just leaned closer -
me, yaphia, tarita - same building girls,
same busted elevator,
still going up.
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