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solEmn oaSis Feb 6
oh Y my chest now like a pallette
Subdivided by a sighted brunette
🎨
Dot in The Heart Missing A Piece
it felt like what just happen babe
😥
in our both ego over emo
Vs The Gifts of Our Sacrifice.
for the sake of give and take.
Once therein that Eskimo
surpass A changed Atmosphere...
grasping each gasping interfere...

Forget the pride of letter
"  i  On Your win "

embrace the Glad header
" if no u in team "

there is no glory in living
.... so what's forever for .
and we , US... must add song
just to space some more
Love ,, comfort,, Faith and Glamour.

lesson of hype
in a coffee phase
that grounds like
for a cup in place
unlike to up above
in the poem's title
that meant to Behave
and to simply acquire
....
a copy paste with brave
as if tender Loving care
of a Happier married couple
never to mend those double
trademark of their Entendre

it is the queen whom always been the best defender of her King !
Against all odds even more than willing to sacrifice her significant just to accomplish the art of dying in order to give a triumphs in their entire palace called empire !
a true loyal lady warrior
without a coughy face
of a Royal Blood no matter what openings might she encounter until the middle game comes to a different blinder offered by her Allies captured by their die hard opposition

Your's Truly ,
King's Gambit 👑
here🙇‍♂️
Your Highness🤴



Dedicated to the 25th
day Of February 2025

AniberSaya ng anibersaryo.
#AdvanceMonthSarry
Amvil Santiago 💞
💕 Boyet Santiago
Have many more
T L C  senyo Mare
namin at Repa Kuh

#Segway malapit sa Subway >>><<<
apat lamang sa umpisa ang Obispo sa larong Chess ...
tigalawa ang bawat panig

Hindi tulad sa 1986 EDSA PP
ay Hindi itim at puti
ang magkatunggali

kundi Haring Pula
kontra sa Reyna Dilaw
ang Sa upuan ng markadong
Bughaw ang magkaagaw !
At nang lumaon nang madali
sino ang tinuro sa bandang huli
ng ating sari-sariling hinTuTuro
Tila mga piyesa ng chess game
sundalo at kapwa matataas na
Ranggo..
Napaglaruan lamang ng mga oligarko..
At ang Liwasang EDSA ang naging lunsaran na tila isang ChessBoard.

PWEDE NANG IKAHON ANG MGA TAUHAN
BILANGIN KUNG MAY KULANG,
MAY BANGIN KAPAG MAY LALIM ANG MUWANG
LILIKHA ITO NG USOK,
MARAHAS MAN O MATAMLAY...
MAGING LIHIM MAN
SA LILIM NG SAKIM
NA NAGKIMKIM
NG SILIM SA DILIM
AY BANAAG
ANG LIWANAG
NG ALIWALAS SA
SA BAWAT AGWAT NG
PABALAT AT PAHINA
SA AKLAT AY ALAMAT
ANG PAMAGAT

" larawan ng isang ubo "

mula sa mala-metro
sa pagrerehistro ,
unawa ang ginhawa .
Luluwag ang pagsikip .
simangot na labi ay ngingiti !


(a coughy face)
author's Cut
Published ₱¥€
February 06,
2025 © solEmn oaSis
1200H Lunch
Time Done
Philippines
Glad we're
💕here💞
TANDAAN LAHAT NG NAHUHULOG AY LAGING PUMAPAIMBABA
DAHIL ANOMANG LAKAS  O HINA NG APOY ,
LILIKHA ITO NG USOK, MARAHAS MAN O MATAMLAY..
SASABAY SA HANGIN ,,TANGAY LAGI PAITAAS
HANGGANG ANG LAHO AY HUMALO SA IHIP AT SIMOY NG USOK NA MINSANG TINANGKANG MAPANATILI SA KUBOL NA LIBLIB SUBALIT KUMAWALA LAMANG SA PAGKUBLI !
showyoulove Feb 5
Today, Catholics celebrate the Presentation of Mary (by her parents to the church). In the days of old, the church was the primary medium of education and, in some cases, parents would dedicate their first born to the church as a sort of tithe giving back to God in gratitude for the first fruits of their blessings.

When we are young our parents took us and presented us to the church, and we are placed in the care of wise men and women to be taught and brought up in the life and the way and the truth. This is in hopes that we would grow in wisdom and age and favor before both God and man. When we are a little older, we can choose to present ourselves before the Lord and confess by our lips and our actions that we believe and serve. We take ownership of our faith. It is not simply our parents' faith anymore.

The presentation is an offering, a sacrifice, a return in gratitude of blessings. Let us, then, come daily before the Lord Our God and present ourselves to Him, to thank Him, to offer Him all our joys and sorrows, blessings, temptations, work and play. Let us begin by presenting Him with our day.

What would happen if WE would rededicate our hearts, our days, and our lives to Christ our Lord? Doing it can't make things any worse than they are by not doing it. So why not give it a shot?
Written November 21, 2019
Piper Calvey Sep 2020
I've got this dream
Where I'm prepping for a presentation
And I'm ready
I am so prepared
I wrote out note cards but I don't need them
I've printed out my visual aides days in advance

But when I go to pin them to the wall
They shrink
I pull the corners out like kneading dough
But they recoil
Over and over

I try to explain myself to the faceless critic
But they've already marked a large "X" on their secretive clip board
My poster shrinks to nothing and I wish I could

I wake in a cold sweat
Dante Rocío Sep 2020
Mellow,/
good riddance,/
no lyrical sides/
their call, heaven/
fall,/
with cigarette word-
lapping,/
boat too close to the wall/
circumcising by verbals done/
up dying,/
Child us a sandbox of sense/
stretching holding/
out on a ghostly hand/
We are the walls/
place Poetry finds acute vivid lining/
verses, our eyes meshing/
hole unclenching/
Killing lectures about it, how dictionarising/
And Le Clézio’s wing alive/
abide/
Taking flight/
~
An entry, presentation, to my own self,
With a beige new paper crusting made,
Enduring  benevolent ego  for any who
that paper will find..
Entrust my sense showed again
In my 5 minutes on a lilac,
fragile like old Chinese art,
stage
preston Jun 2020

And from the abyss
of an un-owned, nothingness
rises up the majestic image--
supremely crafted,   from
well-smithed words;

this something..
formed  out of nothing--

this counterfeit  substance
this ancient, hide

this cowardly, self-formed answer
to the Universe's primal core question
this childish refusal to grow up..
to own up,
and face the music

This fooling of the whole world..
this glory  of the moment..

and then, one final  pirouette,
before your unavoidable death-scream
at that final  moment of truth..


Ah truth, baby.. what a concept.

This is a test of the Emergency Broadcast System. The broadcasters of your area, in voluntary cooperation with the Federal, State and local authorities have developed this system to keep you informed in the event of an emergency. If this had been an actual emergency,  the Attention Signal you just heard would have been followed by official information, news or instructions. This station, Hello Poetry.. serves the whole.hiding world's, area.
This concludes this test of the Emergency Broadcast System.

"yeah, thankyou,, thankyoyverucuchh.."
~Johnny ******, and the *****
M Vogel Jan 2020

It is through the pathological:
The presented image of the journey
as being that of the road, less traveled--
a foundation of sand,  presented
as being that of bedrock..
It is the ancient shortcut's  need
to prop up it's own deception
that is of that which harbors  the greatest judgement
        of all that is upright
and it is upon these agenda-ed, subjective pallettes
that the pastels are mixed and arranged,

as the landscape of the world's reality
becomes,  painted.


the inconvenient musings of a madman, or something--
just thinking out loud here.. sorry.
I'll shut up now..
~Love, Paul xox
Sunny Apr 2018
A blinding flash.
I cover my ears as my teeth gnash.
A wave of destruction, moving towards me.
There’s nothing to do; I get washed away in the sea.

My eyes open.
My thoughts, unspoken.
I dress
to cleanse my distress.

The big day is here.
My turn is near.
People, standing in front of the class.
Giving presentations; I won’t last.

My leg starts bobbing up and down at a rapid pace.
I can’t do this. I’ll be a disgrace.
My name is called, my fate inescapable.
I march to the front of the room, my ability incapable.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
I have to rid myself of this doubt.
I speak, my voice quiet, almost inaudible.
Great, this presentation is already horrible.

But time passes, and my voice is raised.
People’s eyes widen, they’re clearly amazed.
My voice carries weight, setting a tone.
Darkness clouds the room; this place is my own.

I’m done running. My feelings overflow.
And without warning, I explode.
Everyone is silent. My fate left unclear.
But, amid the silence, comes a single cheer.
Sunny Mar 2018
I failed yesterday.
But that doesn’t matter, ‘cause I fail everyday.
When I ***** up a presentation.
It brings about a new sensation.
One of hatred and self-doubt.

My brain’s suffering a drought.
A lack of motivation.
Little information. Too many interpretations.
How can I function when I can’t think straight?
Too many variables. The consequences too great.

That’s why I do nothing.
Instead of presenting, I’m running.
Far, far away from everyone.
To a place where there’s no one. Anyone.
But me and my mind.

I’ve let people down.
My family, my friends. Their faces have frowns.
I’m such a *****-up. I want to disappear.
I’m just tired of all these stupid fears.
I turn around. Try to go back. But I hit a wall.
Instead of improving, I fall.
Back into old habits.
It’s like playing a game. Playing gambits.

I stand up there. On stage.
My heart is pounding. An internal rage.
Thoughts are swirling inside my head.
All I want now is to go to bed.
No, no! I won’t accept defeat.
I’ve come too far just to fall and taste concrete.
So, even if it’s terrible, even if nobody hears me.
I’m going to try, and that’s what it’s gonna be.
‘Cause I think in the end, trying something will be my savior.
Instead of simply relapsing into failure.
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