His stoic, weathered façade
Subdues an ancestral angst
Silences the unwept tears
Of duty’s diligent dissent
Soft lights mock his withered soul
Highlight the emptiness of now
Echoing forever’s endless “OOOOM’
As darkness swallows all
The thorn means no harm
For it is but a Rose’s champion
Sworn to solemn solitude
In service to his queen
The flowers open wide
Their scented sensuality
Pandering to the buzz
Of pollinations gigolos
A forlorn star
Sits on a passing cloud
The knowing do not know the unknown
If they did
They would know
What they don’t know
Laughed, as I had, and quicker
More hilarious
Running to me, it was life.
Tension's escape valve.
Sentiment, end of school day's
Burstingly echoed.
First, a gate through; then wall on
Wall, neighbourhood-aired.
As stern, and as unprepared
Subdues, to dissolve.
There is fullness in emptiness from self
While cravings of ego are negated
Freeing us against our boastfulness-shelf
Since bliss makes drenched heart remain elated.
With victory* for reaching-out terrain
Fullness is gained as emptiness from pride
Subdues despair of futility-pain
Caused by covetousness that does deride.
Keeping spirit toward gratitude light
Midst sharing, giving, caring, loving-glow
Fullness blooms in emptiness from greed’s blight
For God grants joy along helpfulness-flow.
Let us continue in our kindness’ spree
Blest emptiness yields good-works’ fullness glee.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
April 23, 2026
5th place, "Best 2026" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/10/2026.
60.
Ode to God the Father
Almighty God Creator
Only You whom we adore
Other gods – there is no more!
When everything was nothing
Already there existing
Beginning of beginning
And when everything was born
Then nothingness Thee adorn
Thy sake was never forlorn
As civilizations thrive
New generations arrive
Alongwith them, Thee survive
While everything continues
Thy omnipresence subdues
All existence it imbues
Thy prowess shall still extend
All faults and flaws, still Ye mend
Until Thy creations end!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
As the Sword lies await in Stone
and Death is Conquered, Alas The Way comes Forth
and the Soul is Reborn and Reborn and Reborn
until the Day of Reckoning, How Sweet Is This Forge
and by the Blade, Subdues the Evil One
All Victorious, All Triumphant, All Return To The Sun
and The Great Seal Erupts, Let Thy New Age Commence Nigh
and Heaven Descends to Reclaim it's Light,
through Fields of Battle where Souls are Wrought
we claim our Victory, for Heavens Calvary is Unbought
and the Nations Tremble, for here come the Saints and Cavaliers
through the Upheavals, a New Jerusalem, a New Israel, a New Shield
Justice is Divine, No Staff Too Just
and The Great Patriarchs of Old Ascend from Dust,
and The Church Trembles, what was lost is Yet Again Reclaimed
these Swords of Heraldry Vanquish these Miseries, and Abraham is Uncaged
and by The Pillars Of Salvation, We are Set Free
and The Blade Of Science Claims it's Victory
In the pattern, she hides,
A woman with many sides.
Strength is her ornament,
And wisdom is her fragrance.
Gaze into the checkered portrait,
With your eyes fixed straight,
You’ll see a woman who battles
Against the tendrils of night,
A woman who vehemently subdues darkness.
She speaks through her silence;
Her eyes are the unspoken guidance,
She urges you to colour your day with hope,
To go beyond the raging sea.
She refuses to be shrouded by the recalcitrant night;
She journeys toward the light.
The pattern cannot tell her story;
It only illustrates her glow.
Salute a woman of courage,
One who won’t be slowed down by age.
When you ask, “How do you know so much about her?”
It’s because I know her beyond the portrait.
September 7, 2025.
Killick
Sailing across the voyage of life
Amidst witty wilful waves of trials
Often subdued with wicked wily spells of pains
Buffeted below the belt by wild woeful winds
Faith ever serves me as my killick
Never lets my boat run astray
Day and night holds me to the shore
Averts my drifting against rocks of despair
Holds me firm during tempestuous gales
Secures me during winters of distress.
When darkness of night veils my life
When hands of fate deal me massive blows
When clouds of loneliness enrol me
When the low tide subdues my spirit,
The killick, as a guardian angel,
Softly whispers in my dainty ears
To gaze at the heavens with flame of faith high
Comforts me its vigil will outlast my breath
And it will keep me company till judgment day
When my soul reaches the celestial sky.
Don’t care whom it ravages:
this land was always Thine.
Circle wagons, shoot all savages,
and things are (once more) fine.
The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges
will soon be judenrein.
For far too long we’ve been contrite.
The best of cleaners scours.
We’re gonna give them fight or flight
(for far too long, they’ve gotten flowers).
There’s nothing wrong with being white:
or claiming what is ours.
Remember when Strom Thurman ruled?
A time when men were men.
For decades we’ve been wrongly schooled:
the sword subdues the pen.
Though King and Evers had us fooled,
we don’t get fooled again.
America was always mean,
until we lost our way.
The atom bomb, the mud marine –
Pacific equals prey.
You’re eighteen? With an A-15
you’ll always get your way.
We don’t need Confucian.
We’ve got Roger Stone.
Disregard the Constitution –
we’ll do this on our own.
Clear Catullus? Lucid Lucian?
Our wisdom is home-grown.
We bow, but only to our owners:
faceless, taxless, they:
they’re so rich, they give us boners:
they never leave LA:
we worship them. They’re known as donors:
we gave the store away.
the inhibitions fade
a slow, deliberate ritual
some beautiful
mostly terrifying
the glass, a chalice
cradles the forbidden
each drop, a fiery kiss
flowing when the world tilts
diving into the velvet nectar
foreknown implosion
indulgence ignites
amber tides cascade
over softened edges
an eager palate
laughter bubbles up
a joyous release
rhythmic intoxication
and the world spins
kaleidoscopes of color
unconsidered judgements
a hazy fog settles
self spite to commence
unrestrained truths
hidden beneath the surface
spew candidly in chaos
a marionette dancing
self strung schemer
with every clink
memories
brimming with stories untold,
fragmented like shattered glass
thousands of jagged shards
stained plentiful
disappointment
a lingering ache
bitter emptiness
the cruel hand of reality
Subdues and suffocates
disillusioned symphonies
of joy
shackles to sobriety
Tremble with joy
Praise Him with fear
The Lord of Heaven and Earth
The Judge of us all is here
He raises up the humble
Subdues stubborn pride
Weds Himself to the righteous ~
He is their groom. They are His bride
The consummate scent of Earth's due decay
Subdues gently the fervor of Death's perennial
Parade, whose incumbent silences the withering leaves
Do so barely correct, by singing tremulous or crying to the choral winds.
But, as with an inspirited indifference, that incensed breeze yet swept
The consummate scent of Earth s due decay
Far from that secret tome whence mortal moments may,
As with grave strength from deepest wells of regret,
Be still distilled into that which, -despite bare Oblivion's
effortless sway-
Thus vivifies such frailty as whereby
The consummate scent of Earth's due decay
Has ever it's beauty in sanctity kept.
And does Death then yet impress a violence but so fair,
As with the mellowing maple leaf, or the ripening pear?
And who would prevent them that Death should repay?
Hence, the consummate scent of Earth's due decay.
began as a trickle
an occasional tingle
then became a torrent
fiery, potent and assertive
we speak of the bliss current
if descent be with awareness
we will be awake in duality
embodying light of God
without any dilution
in mind-body pod
our earth vessel
has a mind of its own
it subdues voice of soul
silence in turn negates ego
making us again blissful and whole
what is termed as enlightenment
is in truth merely waking up
who we are we recognise
life goes on as before
free from ego’s lies
back to magnetism
being pulse of Holy Spirit
bliss compels us to remain still
we transmute becoming the flame
living life in accordance with God’s will
In my gleam of consciousness
I crush on a lady of complete awesomeness
Her body is fruity
The very epitome of beauty!
Esther Sando: a lady of virtue
That always makes use of her IQ
Her smile that passes
Like Summer's buzz
Subdues my heart to tremble
With her fair face Portia to resemble.
She is out and out beautiful!
A queen fit only for the faithful
You could wonder how she's created
If only she were not an angel.
Illusion subdues the waking reality when the soul is weeping and heart crying.
A man chases a shimmering mirage of inconceivable expectations, only to stumble upon the rock of a grievous reality.
Sadness is a notorious goon that continues to plunder your intellect.
We yearn for people who no longer exist and desire things, beyond what is meant,
Grief is a powerful force that pushes a man to relinquish his grip on reality.
Moments of despair and ended an era,
and the cold blow of melancholia tricks me into chasing the chimera,
The era is gone, but I still view the storm surge
My eyes are wet and my heart on the soul is troubled in this big world.
.
.
I sat under the dark sky and pined for my lost love,
Eyes red with grief, heart sore with memories,
I waited in the lonely downtown, waiting for my lost love."
Something pierces my heart
‘tis sharper than a sword, and
Spear of any knight…
Through the eight ribs, it pierc'd
In the dark corner of my loneliness
It quickens my soul from adversity
But sometimes, put me in tears
Of true tenderness emotion…
It raises my head above the deepest ocean…
Also, raise me a dais of silk and gown;
Bend my heart like a rose bouquet
And like a tickset of apples' boughs
It subdues the laugh of hate,
But enact me a mystical cry of joy
And gives a scent of honour
It pierces my heart more deeper
I lost the lust of my heart
And I step on the path of intimacy
With passion and commitment
I live on its path… satisfaction,
Because, it's euphoria, it's LOVE.
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