Receive this white flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh White Santa Muerte full of purity
A Purging Gift for the whole humanity

Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for those coming to the light
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in white!

Amen.

-12/23/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers of Santa Muerte

Singing out loud like Lady Gaga
Expecting not you’ll yell ulalalah!
For me it’s just a ‘lil shalalalah!
For others it’s a big bwahahahah!

Blaming all the way is just so unfair
You don’t even know the whole & real affair
I hope you’ve witnessed my odd nightmare
So you’ll also feel what’s to be in there!

“Crucify!” is what you wanna shout
Not even knowing what it’s all about
Forgive me if we weren’t on the same route
Can’t blame you for your…ah?...uhm?...doubt

Here I am – the abhorred & ******
For whose mistakes are convoked & summed
In painful agony being condemned
Beaten, battered, stunned & slammed

Who is like our Chief Justice?
Crowned with thorns of royal malice
Scourged at the pillar of public displease
Carrying the cross to the realm of no peace

Who is the devil’s advocate?
Who is willing to reprobate?
Who planted so much hate?
Whose vengeance cannot wait?

Now, laugh at my calamity
Lick my blood…it’s so tasty
You want to unleash the devil in me?
Here!...It’s free!...towards your body!

Behold the shadow blocking the sun
So spectacular – startling everyone
Now, who’s the devil daring to shun
The one who knows Proverbs 28:21?

-05/21-22/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Painful Poems Collection

I have anticipated
As what the skies have said
Let’s hide under the bed!

The wind is blowing
The rain is pouring
We have to do something

Blowing and pouring again and again
It’s driving me insane
**** this wind and rain!

-06/21/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Stormy Morning Poems Collection

Off their garments, they naïve
Pose the young Adam and Eve
In the picture booth
Hail! Go withered youth
Ignore poor innocent grieve!

-01/02/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic

Oh Father God, Creator of the World & Soul
Give peace to all people
This is our frequent call

To those countries with armed conflict
To those who seek for justice
To their lands and hearts grant peace

Oh Jesus Christ, Prince of Peace and Lord of Lords
Prevent those who fight with guns & swords
Render them Your comforting words

To those who plot evil things
To those who have misunderstandings
To their minds & thoughts end sufferings

Oh Holy Spirit, our Light & Guide
From us please do not hide
Especially when our troubles are ocean wide

To those who are broken-hearted
To those who are inflicted
To their hearts & soul don’t get deserted.

-01/01/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection…written on this Day of World Prayer for Peace

For He is the Lord, our God, our Creator
Greatest in might & supreme in splendor
He alone we must worship
Recognize His power & leadership
Among all creations – good or bad
He is to them the only one God
Hosanna to our King whose reign is everlasting!

-11/27/2015
(Dumarao)
*17th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet

Holy is God, holy is His name
Different in different tongues, but still the same
The God of Israel, the God of earth
The God of my life ever since birth
His name I praise, to His name I pray
His name is glorious whatever they say
His name alone is worthy of worship!

-11/29/2015
(Dumarao)
*19th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet

Day by day as I wake up in the morning
Knowing that I prepare for nothing
Makes me to rise up unwilling

It’s hard being workless
The air whispers I’m worthless
My inner stamina depresses

As the hands of time pass by
And I do nothing but standby
My soul chides me, I just sigh

Being jobless makes me feeble and fat
Becoming disgusting to look at
Like a weak-limbed fattened rat

Without a job, I feel unworthy
To take in meals three times daily
Consumed by aura of lethargy

Oh Lord, deliver us from this abeyance
Give me business or work by chance
Lest I be caught by an ambulance.

-07/18/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection

On the time I left the straight path
Unfathomed anxiety teemed my heart

Ever doubted the resolve of my brain
If it would delight or harness some pain

The only sure thing was that
I only earned another’s wrath

When from discontent
Formed I blemish intent

I became a speck
On the eyes of the meek

Abnormal fantasy
Drained all sanity

Filled with derision
To a righteous person

Worshipped childhood idol
Whom I thought would heed my call

Thought I’d found a savior
Who would do me a favor

Upon turning away
From his opponent’s way

Onwards orange avenue
Belching fumes towards yellow hue

Traffic disturbed
Many eyes to me turned

On wrong turn entrapped
By stupid mishap

Was towed from the highway
After causing disarray

In proper seclusion
The transgressor was thrown

Behind the shadows anguishing
No orange attending

In the end it was yellow
Who ransomed ex-fellow.

-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems Collection

Receive this yellow flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Yellow Santa Muerte full of hope
Oh Shining Gift we want to interlope

Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for those who work & sow
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in yellow!

Amen.

-12/23/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte

Oh precious Hyacinth, in my eyes a jewel
In front of your radiance, my knees fell
You’re like a glistening pearl in a ****** shell
I am enamored by your enthralling spell

Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!

Oh King of Sparta, you bear the tastiest fruit
On the land he is the handsomest youth
This is for everyone a crystal clear truth
That’s why in my heart the arrows of Eros shoot

Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!

Oh precious Hyacinth, you have equaled the glamour of a god
Your face is fairer than any mortal lad
Your muscles are firmer than any man had
Because of such beauty, you make me feel glad

Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!

Oh King of Olympus, let me have this seductive mortal
For him my godly being turned carnal
The appeal of his flesh is oddly unusual
I want him to be mine for time eternal

Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!

Oh precious Hyacinth, under my wings you’ll never fall
Come to the West Wind’s most desperate call
To you I’ll reserve the prettiest room in my hall
The most romantic & blissful haven for all

Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!


Oh deities & humans, grant me this costly man
Boreas, Notus, Eurus, bring me this heavenly Spartan
Let our powerful Anemoi bequeath him from his clan
Turn him over to the Western Wind, his greatest fan!

Listen everyone to Zephyrus’ Serenade for Hyacinth!


-02/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*Hopelessly Immortal Collection