53.
My 10th Leaf
Culled thee from a bunch
Of décor for lunch
Pinned on half plant trunk
With flowers in rank
Another “fortune”!
Students & teachers
Servants & masters
Congman. Haresco
Gov. V.A. Tanco
CapSU guests, members
October Fifteen
29th Foundin'
Dumarao's CapSU
And Gov's Birthday too
Luncheon at noon
On Tanco Resort
No food was short
Ten long tables
Skirtings on ripples
Drinks here & there too
It is memorial
I hope not final
Almost one year here
First shake hands Gov. dear
Onwards Thirtieth!
-10/15/2011
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
(30.4.75: the USA abandons its ally, South Vietnam:
Darwin Judge is the last American to die in Saigon)
Don't ever tell me this was dignified.
I never want to hear of heads held high,
of brothers-in-arms, or marching out with pride.
Just take the pain. It's how it was. Don't lie.
On Wednesday April thirtieth, we ran.
We scurried from the post we should defend,
abandoning the flag, the 'wife', the plan.
We scrambled out, and didn't take our friends.
They washed up all around us, thick as kelp.
To linger here was worse than death. They knew.
Whom else but us could they beseech for help?
We climbed aboard without them. Off we flew.
"White Christmas" played bizarrely, over again,
and big white guys with guns backed from the line
where squatted cooks and cleaners, handymen.
Our time had come to go. This was the sign.
We were their only hope. But, on the sly,
(John Wayne we weren't. Not even Dennis Hopper.)
so no-one would wise up, we - Semper Fi -
snuck sheepishly aboard the final chopper.
Pressed on perforated lines by a lonely playmate
Affiance instant, folding fingers christen simulate
Phantasm button nose, rosebud lips, locks flaxen
Escapist catalogues outfits alphabetically, all prim
Repairs rapid, creases cease, orchestrated by him
Dependable quotidian, fix fold away any faults
Origami girl gives empathy, mouth without insult
Lilliputian with ripped ringlets, rested submissive
Lets crafter cover stiff corners with sterile kisses
Thirtieth of April
Thoughts overpower actual
R-ising sun from the east
E-clipses the night shadows;
C-old chill and deep darkness
H-ave been replaced by glows.
E-arly sun from the east
L-ends the warmth and light;
L-ife receives the blessings,
E-verything is set aright.
V-iew on October thirtieth
A-ims to make your eyes pleased;
L-et them behold the beacon,
L-ook at the sun from the
E-ast.
In May the year of 1912 Albert left his home in Lyon.
He made his way to ecole Sommer at Genever's Mourmelon.
In June, with circuit d'Anjou done, and with his engineer,
Albert deployed a newer engine, with eighty horse power thrust.
Leon Bathiat, colleague and friend that really he should trust
and himself a brilliant pilot, begged Albert not to try.
But on the 9th of June, while first ascending to the sky,
some say they saw a wing detach, and fighting roller coaster loops
watched plane and men fall tumbling from the sky.
Barely in his thirtieth year Albert, with his engineer,
was destined then to die.
Those daring men In their flying machines sought fame and early fortune.
Grand oncle Albert was also one, Grand oncle Albert Louis,
Affectionately known to my father as oncle Albert Louis, 'Kiki.'
J-anuary thirtieth morn
E-rases the gray and blue;
L-et the shadows fade,
L-et the dark depart from
Y-ou.
A-llow the Sunday to pass,
L-etting Monday light shine;
F-ill your heart with mirth,
A-nd thrill to your mind.
N-ew dawn brings warmth
T-o the wide skyway;
E-levate your every step, as you use the stairway.
The present once noted,
is really the past
A thirtieth of a second,
perception if fast
Most people are slower,
the flash that accepts
What our psyche affirms
—now gone and reset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
J-ust serve the Almighty,
O-ffer Him heartfelt praise;
Y-ou shall receive His love,
C-are, and warm
E-mbrace.
J-ust serve the Almighty,
A-lways glorify His name;
Z-ealously give thanks to God,
A-nd you'll be saved from flame.
R-evere the Father up above,
E-arly thirtieth of January;
N-o way will you go amiss,
O-nce you serve the Almighty.
E-arly break of dawn
L-ets the beacon appear;
E-vening shadows fade,
T-wilight is no longer
H-ere.
B-ehold the break of dawn,
O-pen your eyes and look,
N-ew morn has broken,
C-omforting the saddest nook.
A-pril thirtieth Sunday,
L-onely dusk is gone;
E-ach cloud turns white,
S-ee the break of dawn.
S-cales fall from your eyes,
A-ugust thirtieth Wednesday;
R-ealize the whole verity
A-way from the
H-earsay.
J-ust the truth suddenly comes,
A-iming to show the reality;
N-ever turn a blind mind,
E-vade the deceit from enemy.
A-llow your life to keep
S-taying far from the lies;
P-ristine word will do,
A-s scales fall from your eyes.
R-ugged wind waves goodbye,
H-aving faded into the night;
O-nce the twilight ends,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
E-arly morn March thirtieth
S-ees the break of day;
C-rimson sun Thursday
O-pens the sky without delay.
B-eacon bathes your heart,
A-s the cold chill passes by;
L-ight warms your mind, rugged wind waves goodbye.
R-iver of tears that runs
H-as drowned many a heart;
O-n the thirtieth of May,
D-on't let your dream fall
A-part.
A-s you feel the pain inside,
R-iver of tears overflows;
I-n spite of the grief,
B-liss blooms like a rose.
A-llow the sun to shine, after the rain disappears;
S-mile with a glowing grin to dry the river of tears.
R-emain inside the fold,
H-andle your faith with care;
E-vade the false religions
A-nd wrong ways everywhere.
C-hrist has built His Church,
A-iming to save mankind;
B-e firm and steadfast
I-n leaving the evil behind.
L-et the thirtieth of June
E-nhance the hope you hold;
S-tay strong in truth and love, remain inside the fold.
Sometimes
At three AM
On my fourth redbull and my second coke
When the dumbass on the conveyor belt put the bin in backwards for the thirtieth time and I want to kill him
I watch the bugs gathered ‘round the lightbulb
And think
At least I’ve got more time than them.
R-efrain from making mistake,
H-ighway of wrong is gray;
O-nward to the right path,
N-ever ever walk
A-way.
M-ake no mistake
A-pril thirtieth Sunday;
E-rrors come from the devil to let you go astray.
E-arnestly learn to know the truth,
B-ecause it won't let your heart break;
O-pen your life to correct choice, refrain from making mistake.
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