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All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.
12th Nov 2014
(THE BEST POEM EVER)**

i’m like that one spare tire
that people only use in times that are dire.
parang like a gulong is what i feel
kasi i’m also a constant third wheel,
but it’s k kasi when i remember cool ang tricycle,
i don’t feel as cold as an icicle.

i am nobody’s somebody,
and i feel the warmth of no body.
“do you have a boyfriend?”……no
pero k lang kasi boys smell like b.o
no, i’m kidding. that was really sexist.
(reminder: don’t generalize genders) k added that to my checklist.

so anyway, when my friends have stuff to do
i realize i have a lame social life…croo.
plus i always see my pals have “heart to heart” talks together
tapos ako hanggang small talk lang parang,  “hi hows the weather”
i mean i know we don’t always hang out
but it’s fun when we do naman e. #NoDoubt

in all seriousness, i’ll still be here for you all.
even if in the catwalk of buhay, you accidentally fall.
when “friends” only like you when you’re happy,  i’ll be a shoulder to cry on
but please, when you sob, wipe first your sipon.
at the end of the day i’ll be like The Giving Tree
and like when the tree was a stump, you can always sit on me. (wait, what)
the most conyo and sabaw poem ever
I got a hundred shoes
in pairs, of course
and a wardrobe fit for a Princess
I got the bed
carved with gold trimmings
from the best end of town;
and a range of the best wigs -
all human hair,
third world crop no doubt
but at first world cost for sure


that all took me into bad debt
credit card and all
so when debonair James
asked me to marry him
I grabbed him lips to lips -
now he's paying through his nose



MORAL of  TODAY'S POEM
so those of you guys
who are naive
you get caught;
those who are smart
you better use your head
before you put your knees on the floor
poem 2 in a series of 3 tongue-in-cheek cautionary poems on guys and gals and relationships
poem 1: silly girl/poem 3: nothing will ever change
we were deeply in love
my new girlfriend and I
and we sat under the trees
in the open fields in the starlight
and she whispered to me:
"Will things ever change?"
And I whispered back, as I nibbled at her ears:
"Nothing will ever change, sweetheart"

Then she got pregnant
and everything changed


I changed my address, my work
my phone number and my email address
my routine and my weekend haunts -
*everything changed
*final in a series of 3 tongue-in-cheek cautionary poems on guys and gals and relationships
*poem 1: silly girl *poem 2: vain girl, but clever *poem 3: nothing will ever change
Hello there, green tea!
Now tell me,
am I who I ought to be?
This is a little vague and philosophic, but I hope you enjoy the mysterious quality of this poem.
 Jul 2014 Repcin Maker
Lunar
i may not be jasmine
but i can travel the world with you
i may not be mulan
but i'll be fighting for you
i may not be snow white
but i'd die for you
i may not be cinderella
but i'd wait for you past midnight
i may not be ariel
but i'd swim with you through the storms
i may not be belle
but i'd still love you past your beastly appearance

i may not be your average princess
but i'm still me
and i'll be here for you
Tip
Tap
Tip
Tap
I left the water tap open.
Tip Tap
The water starts dripping down.
The sound of each drop
Banging on the metal sink,
Echo through the hollow hallways
Of my house.
Awakening every heavy eyelid
And quiet soul.
Tip Tap
Tip Tap
I left my mouth open.
The words start dripping down.
The sound of every word
Banging on the soft soul of every person it hits,
Echo through the hollow hallways of their heart.
Awakening every hidden fear and insecurity.
Tip Tap
I left the water tap open.
Tip Tap
I let my words be unwillingly spoken.
new poem :)
And a mind with regret
tells my heart to forget.
I will slowly turn the page to the next chapter in my life, without you.
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