798.
Ang Alamat ng May Nanalo Na
Bakit at paano nga ba
Na ang tawag sa
Kanilang ayaw mag-protesta
Na natalo ay “May Nanalo Na”
Bawal RAO magreklamo
Dahil “Finish Na” ang laRO
Kanila ang Ginto
May bacon pang sobrang luto
Ao! Aw! May sumigaw ng “Ihaw”
Katayin RAo asong nakabubulahaw
Barking on the wrong tree RAo kc
Biting RAo the hand of Mineral Mommy
Para raw si Mojo Jojo ng Puff City
Overcooked daw ang Nognog ng Makati
Dahil kinagat din ang Liberal
Tama lang na Dina magtagal
Kaya karaka-RAka, binuo si MiJo…
Inspired by Miriam Hall kung saang nagluto…
And also VP Jojo na ininsulto
Ito ang multo ng pang-TWO sa pwesto!
Cge sbi pa ng: “Push mo yan, teh!”
Umasa… Nasaktan… Nagbig-BAE!...
Macho-gwapito migo ni Jose…
Kaya react nila: “Wag kang pabeBE!”
Wag kaung mag-alala sa Birheng Lola
Matakot kayo sa kanyang Valedora
SAF44 at Warriors F4... ipaghihiganti
Sa pagpatak ng Countdown to thirty!
-07/29/2020
(Dumarao)
*Alamat ng Kanilang Mga Expressions
780.
The True Miracle of EDSA
The true miracle of #EDSA...
Ay nung d yan pinabomba...
Eh ung mga kay #Cory nag-alsa...
Anung ginawa sa knla?...
Sa #Mendiola?...
Sa #HaciendaLuisita?...
Maaaring may iba pa!...
Sambayanang #Pilipino ay mulat na!...
Sa tlgang mga traidor sa'ting #bansa!...
Isa ka ba sa knla?...
Mahal kong mga #kababayan, gising na!...
#Labanan nio po ang tukso nila...
-02/29/2020
(LeapDay…EDSA 1 Anniversary Hang-over)
777.
Pasko sa Krisis na Naman!
Pasko sa krisis na naman sa ating bayan
Kayrami paring problema ng ating lipunan
Tulad ni Leni na may pasabog na naman
Pero nasaan ang animo'y “Ulat sa Bayan”?
NINGAS COGON…DAPAT BANG TULARAN?...
Iyo pang dinahilan ang mga nilindulan
Paano kung araw-araw mayroong ganyan?
Eh ‘di araw-araw ding ipagpapaliban?
Ano pa kaya ang idadahilan?
MAÑANA HABIT…DAPAT BANG TULARAN?...
Ngayong papalapit ang Kapaskuhan
May mga nabagyuhan, nilindulan at nasunugan
Oh kayraming nawalan at mga namatayan
May magagawa ba riyan ang iyong “Ulat sa Bayan”?
BAHALA NA SYSTEM…DAPAT BANG TULARAN?...
Atat na kami sa panibagong gawa (este ngawa) ng dilawan
Mauunahan pa yata ng paghatol kay Ampatuan
Sana sunod si Leila yan ng LP naman
Para sa mga nasa Leilayan ng LiPunan.
-12/17/2019
(Dumarao)
*perhaps or probably my final poem
58.
Pag-asa ng Tanga
Inulo ang bato
Nabasag ang bungo
Lumukso sa laot
Pating humablot
Sa bangin tumalon
Kalansay umambon
Naglaro sa apoy
Napaso, tumaghoy
Humawak sa kidlat
Nalitson ang balat
‘Yan ang napapala
Ng tulad kong tanga
Dulot ng tadhana
O tangi mang likha
Maibalik pa kaya
Katawang luray na?
Diyos lang ang pag-asa
Ng tangang buhay pa.
-11/24/2011
(Dumarao)
*sentimental
BLESSED HEART PIDGIN(NIGERIAN)?
o' i smile for you;
i embrace warming touch;
we share life's love see
such a brush up against;
we touch
we sing
we dance
we watch
we yan
i chop ya breath
i kiss ya heart
awa feet soles waaka
o' i smile for you;
i embrace warming touch;
we share life's love see
i soul love you
whole no bi for part
blessed heart
Blessed Heart
O' I smile for you;
I embrace warming touch;
We share life's love view
Such a brush up against;
We touch
We sing
We dance
We watch
We talk
I eat your breath
I kiss your heart
Our feet soles walk
O' I smile for you;
I embrace warming touch;
We share life's love view
I soul love you
Whole not in part
Blessed Heart
6/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2025
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Henry VanDyke 'THE GRANDE CANYAN
GRANDE CANYAN
dnarg naynac
grand canyan
DNARG NAYNAC
GRAND CANYAN
dnarg naynac
grand canyan
DNARG NAYNAC
GRAND CANYAN
dnarg naynac
grand canyan
dnarg naynac
grand canyan
grand canyan
grand canyan
can yan
can yan
can yan
Tao clears mind myriad
Hears gurgled stream trickle
Rejuvenating ease of river
Impels an outlook simple
Verdant steppes imperial
Embrace ouroboros cycle
Joined tail to mouth control
Overcomes chaotic combat
Yin Yan hug in completeness
Temple of self empty vessel
Approaches each hour in Wu Wei
Jaws of serpent ensure return
Iteration eats its tail
Tadpole twirled stronghold
Unhurried harmonious spiral
February finding out
Dapper Yan was born in Sudan
in the back seat of a van
his mother's name was Ann
His father's name was dapper dan
and little Yan had a sister named Maryanne
All together there is a 100 in the clan
They were spread all over the land some in Spokane
A couple cousins in Iran
And every year Dapper dan
would take his son dapper Yan
with some of the clan on a caravan
to visit his uncle Chan can in Japan.
In sequential life
yin darkness yan lightness
we are many forms
I am in miraculous event for flying of bird-fishes acrossing phone-screen. I know just now what they have flying behaviour- am I stupid? Or, technology of flying they found are clever for them. Bird-fishes are not just across my dream. My eyes entered into their journey with floating feeling. Lynn Thant had written them as 'man-fish'. Now, what I see is bird-fishes which are flying in reality. flying bird-fishes with wings. I thought to cook them, but they are precious species ? Only to raise and display for beauty. Just bird-fishes. Until now, there are on my phone-screen.
Yan Za Nyein
Translated by JanDarYee
Reaching out to infinitude
when words have come to an end.
Yan Yu
Presence, without;
the space framed
but left empty.
Mountains float
as a fisherman
ignores, wishing
only for a fish
to feed his family.
Empty space is
space for us
to not ignore.
We fill it with
our emptiness –
and together
the picture paints
your presence.
Hmm l smell it /
Hmm l smell it
Over here
Now over there
Even as we wiggle
Then try to mingle
Along Goughzou lane
Moving all up
To Vicky’s place
Chatting up Yan
Even as she spins her wheels
threading us up
all slim and trendy
Hmm l smell it
Even as l shudder
With each breath
Slowing down my haste
From pace to pace
I took a bend
Only to be dazzled
As we marvelled
at the black to black concept
the Yin the Yan
the woman the man
the skin the tan
i can't yes you can
i feel lost hold my hand
do you feel the cold all it takes is a warm heart to understand
I'm misunderstood then don't explain
Tamer Hossam
After God had set the worlds to spin
Below the splendid canopy of stars
Cyan skies to let each breath begin
Dangled o'er an orb of earthen spars
Each river, lake and rill so set with care
Feeding all the oceans that they span
Gifted with all creatures rich and rare
His image given to the last one, 'man'
In spirit with the grandeur of his work
Joyful for the chance to bless and pray
Keen to prove this miracle, its worth
Lord God sat in stillness ... for a day
Much there was to hold in bright regard
Now that sky and earth were at his hand
Only one thing left - and this was hard
Put the humans' will at their command
Quiet, that last day, with peace and calm
Righteous in the work that he had done
Still, that final act would bring to harm
This grand world that glinted in the sun
Unless creation, man, could learn to love
Vast and selfless, like their God ... above.
~ 10th Place ~ in the "What Did God Do On The Seventh Day" Poetry Contest, Curtis Moorman, Judge & Sponsor.
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