"acs" poems
Mas vueno pa enterrar
Contra perde
Mas vueno mira mi cuerpo abajo
Contra mira mi cuerpo perdido
Si, iyo ya cavar con el tierra,
Iyo ya entera complaciente
Iyo ya entera na mi cuerpo
Pero tu ya dale patada pa adrento
Ya basha tierra mas manada na suficiente
Ellos ya poner cinco grande piedra ariba
Seguro ya yo subir
Seguro hinde ya yo vivir
Hinde pa campante, ya pone pa colebra
Ya entra, yan camang, ya porsa
Yan junto comigo, ya besa
Ya bira na cabeza y pescuezo
No hay iyo luchar y defenderse
Hasta cuando kamo mata con el muerto?
Hasta cuando kam derramar sangre con el tierra mojado?
Hasta cuando yo muri?
Svelte Rogue, ACS
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
With all the good intentions,
Let's watch it die,
Burn our smoke to the heavens,
From machine's roaring so loud,
Sever the oceans,
And all that dwells inside,
And with all good intentions,
Let's weep with a smile,
With all good intentions,
Let us count our grace,
Its all about profit to us,
So by all means let's keep up the pace,
**** all the forests and trees,
Just so we can have money for a change,
With all good intentions,
Let's forsake tomorrow for today,
Don't get me wrong,
Am all for that capitalism ****
Its all about survival,
So don't waste a moment, think
If the earth gets warmer,
That's why we invented ACs
With all good intentions,
Let's be men by all means,
With all good intentions,
Mother nature can take care of her own,
She's always been here,
A billion years and may be more,
Why help her get on her feet,
When our years are running low,
By all means baby,
Let's take from her what she owns,
With all good intentions,
Life is all but too short,
We got the tech to save us,
Escape to mars and what not,
Why stress about the floods and crops that fail to grow,
We can **** nature, print meals and grow spurts,
By all means let's live like fools,
Forget the science coz the world is just me and you,
"Its not our problem" if some creature won't live to see the next full moon,
Let's drink wine and celebrate our alternative truth,
With all good intentions,
Let the message hit your ear,
If this had ever cross your mind then better listen my dear,
The earth is home, food and shelter that you need not seek coz its already here,
Don't tempt to waste today,
For tomorrow that might never be there.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
They say there's plenty other flower
But you're the one that matter
Should i want another?
This flower meant more than a lover
The last few petals are still there
Making it hard for me to stare
Inevitable, i still care
But who's to say all is fair
You fought well hard & true
I guess i did so, too
I'm trying to save you, really i do
Tulips are weak, like us two.
Svelte Rogue, ACS
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
We're always days apart.
Quite not the best way to start.
Didn't have an exciting forepart,
How I wish we could restart.
The days we're not together,
Sometimes makes me wonder.
Do you miss me or am I just eager,
To feel you again like yester.
I touch your face, I feel you glow.
Time seems so slow.
I'm with you that's all I know.
I won't leave you like your shadow.
The way you talk, way you smile.
Your touch, its too fragile.
Won't let go an inch or a mile.
'Til I walk with you down the aisle.
Of all that we've been through
All else may seem untrue.
All I know is I'd love to say "I do"
Every time I look at you.
Svelte Rogue, ACS
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
the traffic’s wet with oil
while the drivers sweat and broil
and ACs blast at least as loud as
stereos, pulsing to beat the heat
and the sun does all it can
to oblige a gift of all it’s got
and all we’ve got to say is,
“it’s hotter’n hell out here”
when all we’ve ever known
is all the sun has ever shown,
somehow eclipsed by our universal
lust; the wish to reach stars
we’ve never felt but have always seen
squinting at us from aeons ago.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
In the month of July during whirlpool
A Legacy was born to challenge a fool
Who in sphere of market did money drool.
As all feast and dance and sing in yule
Many people like Vipul, Maulik and Sanket rule
Over minds of customers who remain very cool
In our D-Mart which served as a perfect tool,
Come and join the ever-widening D-Mart Whirlpool.
All - cashier, attendants, owners, sweepers - pull
Praise, sympathy, good words and have globule.
There are many wicked, old, shrewd ghoul
Who conspire against you O! D-Mart, My soul!
ACs, clean floor, smiling faces and nature cool ;
Bhaiya, didi, managers, workers, watchmen Spool
Are the real source of income than other tool,
Come and join the ever-widening D-Mart whirlpool.
Future is bright of D-Mart with such module,
It also includes good products, service Gruel.
No judge can verdict anything like rice overrule
Or China food item never finds in its pool;
Clean and healthy food items, fine variety gul
And great discount on many items that ridicule
Those who conspire despise it for its fame and tool,
Come and join the ever-winding D-Mart whirlpool.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
Movements and images seen, are a part
They take places...they take forms in the mind
Whether aloud...or done in silence
Like, the crowing of the rooster
Announcing,
The breaking of a new morning
Or, telling of an hour, or two, passing;
A smile, a frown....a falling leaf
Thunder, in the summer, with, or without lightning
After the rains, a rainbow appearing
A whisper of a refreshing breeze, getting cooler
When sun is about to set,
The humming of ACs in offices
At the start of work hours,
Dying...as day's activities, end
Lights fade...streaks slide in, through the blinds
Then, come all sorts and shapes of shadows,
Streetlamps guide, in the waning light
Heels and soles rush against paved roads
Sounds crescendo....as all hurry, to reach home
While creatures of the night
Heroes...or anti heroes
Move comfortably...in the dark.
All these...feed the muse in me
Writing unknown names that befit a person
Or a situation
My head spills out adjectives that wonderfully,
Sometimes, weirdly, describe my, and others' emotions
Verbs and adverbs, tell of solitary actions and moments,
Or, when i am with company...loved one(s), or otherwise
And while creating...building up metaphors and similes,
More questions arise:
How does it feel, to see your fellow human beings suffer,
How their human rights are being violated?
The little ones, the innocent ones, are now, the ones subjected
To hunger and torture.....To be with, or, without conveniences
Is just a drop of a worry, in a huge barrel of unsolvable problems
When will all these running, and fleeing...seeking refuge, end?
How is it, when you and your loved ones are escaping death?
For life....without freedom...is almost death itself.
There are times,
When, my river is flowing with green and blue waters
So full of varying experiences...the truths co existing with us
Here, in this universe, which, some people say, is a blend of
Paradise...and Hell
Problem is
There also come the times
When i am sailing along the River Lull...and
None of these parts and figures of speech
Exist......
Sally
Copyright May 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
anoche i had a dream that there were really bad thunderstorms
and so after every rumble of the storm
i’d count
_one mississippi, two mississippi
three mississippi, four mississippi_
and i woke up and you weren’t by my side
and i was worried and you know how careful i get
and i turned off all the acs
and took out all the chargers
boom
_one mississippi, two mississippi
three mississippi_
i look for your keys and they’re not here
only your imprint on the bed and i’m frantic..
Bruno is whimpering so i let him hop up on the bed as i stroke his back..
but then i heard my name from the outside
boom
_one mississippi, two mississippi_
and it was calling me from a window from the top floor of the house across
from me
and it was you
but there was no more time left
boom
_one mississippi_
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 7:33 AM UTC
This is my place of sanity
Away from these toxicity
This may look like mess but really,
I find everything in clarity
Writing empty words on paper
Unsaid thoughts from ponder
I would even consider
Writing feelings that I uncover
I used to have a happy place
Beside you where I can see your face
A touch of your hand, glimpse of your smile
Makes everything worthwhile
Years passed and a lot has changed
Once in awhile I still feel strange
Now I have a new book to age
Its time to turn the page
I guess now its clear to see
All the things we could never be
But I'll give you a piece of honesty
That you will always be my sanctuary
ACS Svelte Rogue
31/01/2016
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
I'm in my deepest remorse
Who would have thought
That it would get this worse.
Begging and pleading didn't work.
This isn't my first option at all.
I wanted to stay.
I wanted to witness with you.
I wanted to feel the flame.
Maybe I was expecting too much.
Maybe I thought you cared.
You wanted me to stop.
You wanted me to end.
I took it the wrong way.
Now I am here.
LOST.
Wandering and wondering
If this dead body will even matter.
Svelte Rogue, ACS
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC