The mind set of this world
has lost all sense under humanitarianism
which beggars a belief system to function properly
As the suffering has increased we become prisoners fighting for the lack of charity to speak
Understanding righteous in today's government
our mission is to promote sacred doctrine
that which houses the welfare of our people past and present
Our future as it stands as humans looks bleak
so many suffer hate by promoting unholy vices
Perfection is not in mortal man to begin with
it comes from the love of God
Forgiving our wrongs and making them right
wisdom has many shades and colours to draw peace
Amidst the hustle and bustle of life,
She bore the pain and wore the scars;
Leaving behind the soulful hamlet,
She marched onward, lantern in hand,
And trace her footprints in the sands of time.
Though life's like a chasm, deep and wide,
She marched forth like Shepherds beneath stars,
A beam of light, a glimmer of hope shone within,
Like a lighthouse amidst the sea, she stands tall.
Life's naught a trodden path,
But one that awaits to be trodden.
And every step she dares to take
Become a path where none had gone.
roots of evil fall
into the swirling mire ~
light guides the soul
On the path of life
I keep on stumbling,
as I seek the way
that’s straight and narrow
In the wilderness
I started grumbling —
on the path of life
I keep on stumbling.
When every stumble
is oh so humbling
I exhale a prayer
for grace upon the morrow
On the path of life
I keep on stumbling,
as I seek the way
that’s straight and narrow
* Note: A triolet with broken lines.
I see him calmly gliding.
My eyes follow him down the stream.
I absorb his peaceful wisdom.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A small path I see,
Inviting me with silent plea.
Yet unwelcoming are its looks,
Like the warnings in forgotten books.
The eerie silence that I feel,
Though surrounded by vibrant green,
Makes me wonder what is real,
And what this place might truly mean.
What could I do?
For it makes me shoo.
Yet despite its unpleasantness,
I find myself walking.
Wondering what I was thinking,
Yes—walking into it.
Moving forward are my feet,
Though I have no control of it.
Though my mind rejects,
My body projects
A will that is not my own,
Leading me deeper, alone.
All I could do was hope,
For I could find no rope
To hold onto,
No sign of my presence,
No reminder of my essence.
Written: Jun 2nd, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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A poetic reply to a piece created by Nobel Prize winner and Mexican poet /writer, Octavio Paz:
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
"I step—"into the quiet rising from trees,
my fingers are tracing the cold, resistant bark.
"The path— waits, thin as~a breath before speaking"
Birds' flight testifies~our souls prowl woods.
"The wind—" fails to read~the omen of fate,
A frightful form frays from a furred finger.
"The gap—" between roots is all that we are;
a wraith, fumbling for skin~outruns my frantic stride.
"I follow—" until its echo threads my footsteps,
and I am found, rooted to~disappear...
A foundation of expectations,
paving the way for growth.
It mirrors previous memories.
You don’t deserve to move on.
You could not live with your own incompetence,
These bad habits can’t be beaten out of you.
Your privilege is the dirt.
This quicksand is endless,
The darkest pit, made to swallow you whole.
Can you hear yourself dying?
The parts of you that must be destroyed.
Weak and broken, wither away.
Your public and painful execution will teach others.
Your arrogance blinds you.
Rid this world of your filth.
O' pale king, atone for your sins.
Old fool,
You could’ve been so much more.
I was meant to be beautiful.
Select your true friends wisely.
Careful who you allow within your circle.
Self-sabotage takes many forms.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
(Persian rug depiction of Heaven)
I move forward
Sometimes strong and true
Sometimes stumbling
But always forward
As if towards a goal.
Then I see
I’ve really just been going ‘round and ‘round
A wheel, a cycle, a spiral
Ever returning.
Maybe it’s a trap
A Möbius loop
With no way out,
But maybe it’s just a path
That is already perfect,
Perfectly what is
My path in Life
Through an intricate and complete mandala
Of total inclusivity
The good, the bad, the light and dark.
(1/29/26)
65.
The Path of Our Nation
Hey foreigner!
Search the world map
Find shapes, don't nap
Dog's sitting there!
West – Pacific
Orient facing
Seems West guarding
Though Asiatic.
Blacks – first people
Browns – main settlers
Whites – once rulers
Peopling simple.
Asia's old friend
China, India
And Arabia
But West to rend.
Heel Islamized
Yet, Spaniards came
And made it tame
Rest Christianized.
America's
First Asian pet
New rule beget
Foreigners pass.
When the dog's free
From charms of boss
Suffered weight loss
Makes self hungry.
But, its puppies
Away from thee
Fills their tummy
Return booties.
When stocks will store
Wisely by host
Future's not lost
New things explore.
Filipino –
The “World's Servant”
Role's important
Yellow halo!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
Freedom
from seeking
is what is sought
but not recognized
in what is found~
That's the path
often taught
but may suggest
what is sought
is not seeking
and not
freedom~~
a new year comes
how twisted the path
from here to there
("Anagogical Moments Merit Badge", 2011, original oil)
Out of the sky lightning comes
Out of the ground comes fire
From the water comes all of life
And yet it is the place we drown.
Where is there that is safe?
Where is there that can remain?
Where is there that knows only peace
Where suffering has no name?
The path of suffering is the way forward
It’s the way that everyone avoids
And yet it is the only way
We make amends and purify our karma.
Unless of course we simply
Just let go.
(12/22/25)
Everyone wants to be happy
It’s in our blood and bones
This desire for pleasure.
And yet the irony is that suffering
Is the path
To happiness.
Without suffering
We don’t know where to turn
Or what to turn away from.
(11/24/25)
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