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in Tito days

In Tito's days 

When Yugoslavia was whole
and Tito had made
made his peace with the mighty USA 
nascent was the tourist boom
that was ok, we had been children
of a greater war
we had been cured of gluttony
the breakfast had a whiff of army
mountains of bread
tea was served in solid mugs 
the forest reaches to the edge of 
the sea, the beach was small
had few swimmers
wild boars begged for food
We were not here
to bear witness to a new industry
but to explore each other's 
sexuality 
away from prying eyes, except 
for Tito, whose print hung
on the opposite wall 
and had a knowing smile.

The Late Chairman Mao Tse Tung

You're facing a gun complete with barrels
And of all things with firm holder quarrels!
Chairman Mao would have laughed at you
And kept repeating "No... No it's not true!"
I guess, definitely, in their Chinese,
Even if you had been a Taiwanese,
"Why don't you reserve games of Squirrel!"
If you were English and your name Darrell...

I have a cursory look given Mao
And the result - no schemed insult - but "Waow"
A long braving of the unpopular,
For it finding pillars; new formula:
One might fully own one's shirts and trousers,
For private accounts there shall be browsers,
One's country first but not like Kennedy's
Often voiced by takers of Cannabis...

For their foes communism the hammer!
I knew he'd said so not a slight stammer
To Tito on the same ideas feeder
Chairman was China's outstanding leaders
Mao's last words: take your time don't be anxious
A good advice but not for something vicious.

My Pets- Nursery Rhyme

Tito is my cute little friend
He is none other than a dachshund
He guards our yard and our little home
And around the house, does merrily roam

He barks when strangers come
When barking, he sounds like a hollow drum
He growls when he sees Kitty cat
But wags his tail at my sight

Tito, my dog, and Kitty my cat
Each of them is our beloved pet
Sad, they are never friends and always fight 
Snarling and growling at each other’s sight 

Of all her feed, Kitty loves milk
Her fur is tawny and soft as silk
Tito with sleek waist and drooping ears
Always prefers to roam outdoors

We bring them up with tender care
Though often fight, they are a charming pair
Without them life will be quite dull
Both, in our hearts, we fondly cuddle

November.3. 2022

~Placed First~

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Strand of Pearls

spider web glistens
dew droplets are strung like pearls
I take a picture

contest Haiku - Tito Mostafiz
you are looking at a spider through a dew drop © a year ago, Sharon

Happy 69th Birthday Titus

Sixty-nine and you are nothing but fine.
Your happy smile radiates a country mile.
Calm and cool you are in no way affected
By others who are not as seasoned or collected
Tony, Tony, Tito, Titus, Tell the truth.
Were you ever in love with a girl named Sue or Ruth?
Do you remember things like being the bomb?
Do you recall a swamp called Viet Nam?
Sixty-nine and you are simply on fire!
If I stated anything else I would be a liar.
A poet in heart, and mind and grace.
Happy birthday I say! You have barely run your race.
Many more decades to you will come.
Relax, play, take a load off, be a seasoned beach bum.
Do whatever you have always wanted to do.
No one else is having a birthday but you!

Signaling Device

T-ail of the Cheetah
D-irects the young cubs to chase, 
D-oing many moves.

Topic: Birthday of Tito D. Dagan (March 17) 
Form: Haikustic

Tiempo Profundo

 to my son, Tito 


A handful of sand in the angel's palm,
how often you strummed and sifted the metaphor 
of Long Beach (since you were four and rolled 
and unrolled and jotted down the specks of time 
as if you knew what was behind the flimsy skies
that threw your quantum song asunder).

Interesting Thought

T-he
I-nteresting
T-hought
O-ffers

D-elight
A-bating
G-rief
A-nd
N-egativity

Topic: Birthday of Tito D. Dagan (March 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

The Vienna Gang

In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guilty of famous folly

Michael Jackson

Michael
From another world, a childlike soul, supremely talented, painfully shy
Brother to Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, La Toya, Marlon, Randy and Janet
Lover of all animals, the human race, the World
Who felt World pain, compassion, cruelty to animals and children
He feared his father, incredible fear of pain and fear of being murdered
Would like to have seen a united World, be a Great entertainer, to heal the Earth
Resident of Neverland in Santa Barbara, California for fifteen years
Jackson

14th January 2019
Competition: Writing Challenge 2, January 19, Bio
Sponsor: Dear Heart
2nd place

Disney World

Seven years ago,

I went to Disney World,

Lola, Lolo,

Comes along the Titos,

Gary and Glenn

Small brothers of Papa

Who was holding Mama's Hand

Who was Pushing Jakob's Stroller

Next to her walked I and Alyssya

We go on rides

With Tito Glenn

I got scared by fake lightning

Meet different Princesses

Mulan, Belle, and Cinderella

See the Firework Show

Oh! Look

There she is Tinkerbell herself

Flying over the castle

Alyssya, me, and Jakob

All dreaming about fireworks

To find ourselves woken up

To a new adventure

The Vienna Gang

In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guity of famous folly

Who Ever Made My Potty Had a Sense of Humor

feeling holy every time i sit on the ring of the toilet 
labeled church for every one to see
my soul is less than clean as I lower the lid
to read the brand of the unit
porker I flush.
and if in a hurry Tito will do the job 
as american standard  is occupied.

Tribute To the Dark Days

Died to mainstream, let it fall,
 
Left our writings on this wall,

 Turn on, tune in, but don't drop out, hear the silence scream an the darkness shout, 

Concrete dwelling for spirits lost, who found out deaths not the only cost, 

Pay with sight, pay with mind, Cuz the devil ain't too far behind, 

This lonely tunnel that we called home, long deserted, still skid row, 

Now long gone, we found our groove, we've only just begun to move, 

Shanties crumbled, rats roam free, names not forgotten, Tommy, Tito, Ralph, Dee, 

Many others, still they stand, spread far across the promised land, 

Prayers were answered, dark days past, the lost ones found their homes at last.

 

(This is a tribute to the men and women depicted in the documentary "Dark Days" directed by Mark Singer, and to the thousands of homeless strewn across the country and the world.  Let their stories not be forgotten.)

 ©R.Chirino III

I Remember His Words

I remember his words, not that long ago
Telling of such times when crimson flowed
My Grandad, my hero, who's memories told
My bedroom window I look, it all unfolds

Neighbours fighting neighbours, why I cry
People talking yesterday now in furor
I'm young, I'm eleven, asking myself why
What's changed overnight, fueling this score

In panic surround Dubrovnik is now where I stay
Walled city, Grandads house, from Serbian tirade
Seven months endured, walls holding well
Wishing it's over ending our imprisoned hell

Again his stories unfold of countries in ruin
Fighting with Tito, heroes they one and all
Repelling the Germans, killing their doing
Repulsed he is, by their murdering thrall

Back to the present and a silence exists
Can it be that the fighting has now ceased
What I'm seeing aged eleven, people I know
Holding back tears of whom known deceased

It's now 2015, I'm a Lawyer of human rights
I've lived many nightmares, said killing sights
For my Grandfathers memories, he and all
There will be justification, when no one will thrall




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