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solEmn oaSis May 2017
Intro (1st stanza)
Sa lahat ng kung sino o ano ka man,
at maging sa lahat ng di mo tunay na pagkakilanlan,
madalas nga ikaw ang sa puso ko'y nananahan,
Sa iyong balikat ako ay iyong pinapatahan,
Sa twing Ako'y nababalot nitong karimlan,
Liwanag ka sa aking nagugulohang isipan.
pagsinta mo sa aking nararamdaman,
ang siyang tangi kong tangan-tangan!

1st refrain
kapag nais kong lumuha
laging naririyan ka
Sa pighati at saya
laging naroon ka
karamay nga kita
Ano man ang aking dala
wala pa man akong problema
ako na ay iyong hila-hila
sa lugar kung saan pila-pila
ang mga nakahain na di basta-basta
pagkat ang sisidlan,laman ay sobra-sobra!

2nd stanza
hindi tulad sa liwasan na aking pinanggalingan
doon sa may gawing silanganan
na di raw kailan man lumulubog ang araw
ngunit wala naman akong liwanag na matanaw
Subalit ngayon
binago mo
aking kahapon
Sinama mo ako
Sa iyong patutunguhan
pinanatili sa 'yong kandungan
bagamat ang haring araw ay walang masikatan
at kay panglaw man nga dito sa kanluran

2nd refrain
Maliwanag kong Naaaninag
ang pinaka-marilag na sinag
na tila ba nagsasabing,,,
halika dito sa aking piling...
hawiin mo ang ulap na tabing,
at tutuparin ko ang 'yong hiling.

adlib
DAMDAMIN MO'Y 'WAG NANG IKUBLI,,
SA AWITIN KONG ITO 'WAG KANG MAG-ATUBILI,,
BASAHIN MO ANG AKING MGA LABI
TIYAK DARATAL SA IYO  MATATAMIS NA NGITI
SABAYAN MO AKO SA AKING HIMIG,
'DI BA'T ANG MUSIKA'Y ATING TINIG.
NA TILA BA DAYAMI DOON SA KAMALIG.
SA BAGYO'T SIGWA WALA ITONG LIGALIG!

3rd stanza
'pagkat alam Niya may isang Ako
na mangangalap ng Kanyang piraso
upang sa muli nga'y mabuo
ang taglay nitong komposo
hanggang sa ang naturang Ikaw ay mapagtanto
na hindi lang Sila kundi pati na rin Tayo
ang sa Kanila ay siyang dapat magpayo
"ano man ang galit Mo sa Mundo,,,
at sa Iyong buhay ay di Ka makontento
'wag na 'wag kang sa Pagsubok ay magtampo
Tandaang Ninyo na ... Nasa Puso ng Tao
masisilayan ang Ilaw na nagpapatingkad
Sa Daigdig Natin na animo'y di na sumisikad
na halos hikahos ang MARAMI sa pagtingkayad
mamataan lamang Nila ang tanglaw sa pagsayad"

repeat 1st refrain except last 5 lines

chorus one
ohh Sanlibo't Isang Awit
sayo ako'y kakapit
hawakan mo nga akong mahigpit
sa twing mensahe mo'y kinakawit
mga damdamin na hugot
sa aking pag-iisa ay sagot
napapawi mo nadaramang poot
tuwa man o isang lungkot
ang hatid na iyong dulot
mga liriko mo sa akin ay nanunuot
dagliang naiibsan itong pagkabagot

repeat adlib

chorus two
Lalo't kapag ang 'yong melodiya,
sa pusong umiibig ay kaiga-igaya,
umasa kang ang iyong ritmo ay lampas ilaya.
di man pakawalan matataas na nota... tono mo ay malaya!
At patuloy kitang pakikinggan
taimtim ko ngang susundan
mga letra mo sa Dalampasigan
kahit pa kahit na paulit-ulit mo akong talikdan,,
batid ko naman ang koro mo'y walang hanggan
tangayin ka man at mapadpad sa Laot ng tagdan
di maglalaon muli kang dadaong sa may Pantalan
para ikumpara ang luma sa bago **** kasarinlan

repeat 2nd refrain
do the bridge (3x)
repeat Intro
repeat chorus one and two
repeat bridge once again in a fading away voices

BRIDGE:
sabihin man nila na ako sayo'y baLiw
ligaya kong natatamasa, di na magmamaLiw
wala man akong instrumentong isinasaLiw
itong Sanlibo't Isang Awit,alay ko sa'yo giLiw

Inspired By Sally Bayan
my very first particular song in its parts
that comes from the bottom of my heart

© solEmn oaSis
Hymns of my Soul is now ....
the soul of a thousand and one song
that i promised to dedicate
before the uncontrollable twilight
just like by the time i am here
sometimes, conquering the darkness of night
thru the lit of candle that brightens
the whole day of our everyday presence!
Presence which we wanna end it up yet!
Yet we prepared always to get started once we must!
Poet B Lee Apr 2010
This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth
Late better than never-- and I got this here forever
Flow like rain during any kinda weather
Keep this here close to my heart
And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start
Beat-beat Thump-thump
I'll just let the words flow from my heart
But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen
So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy
I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me
This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun
Under its blaze, us two can become one
(lets make our Son under His)
While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken
Promises I made to myself remain unbroken
And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian
I am Woman
The prototype made perfect and pure
Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be
Wrath your ******* may not be able to endure
Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees
And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel
I am Mother Earth
And this is my Gift—my Gyft
I am Myself and such a present I present to thee
For I AM Queen Poetree
So when I seem silent
When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat
Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze
I am the Life that flows from you
I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves
I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another
I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers
I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue
I am that empty space you try to fill with another one
So when you think you hear nothing
When you think you’re all alone
I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song
Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair
I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air
I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation
And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation
I am everything virtuous
I am the eye of the storm
I am your hope, your future
I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn
I am air, I am sky
I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat
But most importantly, to my core
I am Queen Poetess B…
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved
HotSauceMcPoetry Sep 2015
Stunt ****

He can be your lover lady,  ima be your stunt ****. He can be your boyfriend mommy, ima be your stunt ****. He can be your husband ****, ima be your stunt ****, stunt **** fluid swap, yep when them ******* drop. Lights, camera, action ,I’m your stunt ****, stunt ****. Lights camera, action, I’m your stunt ****, stunt ****. Ima be your stunt **** girl and beat it up, yep ima beat it up, that man there can eat it up. We don’t need no scrip for this act or no monolog, you can adlib, improvise on my microphone. We can do the box spring boogie all night long, we can get *****, coz play like its Comic Con. Tag your girlfriend in, we can do a menajahtwa , pile drive that nannie, Macho Man Wrestle Mania. Petting that *****, Doctor Claw, go go gadget pennies, working your equation ,*** notation like a mad genius. If I nut prematurely , don’t you worry I got ******, it’s not superman, but stuntman with all the stamina, Ima beat it up like Van Dam   at the Comitia ,finger, lick and kiss each other while I *******. It’s ocean spray ,whale watching like in Monterrey.
Timothy Brown Mar 2014
Rinse
Repeat
A simple man, trapped by society,
Raised to feel indebted to his family
His fantasy is printed and framed
Above the job's lobby. A beautiful
Scene of the mountains in Nagasaki.
The clear air clears the clouds
Of the the solvent factory
So he sits and stares
Ever unsure of his trajectory.
Rinse
Repeat
The quality of his life is priced
At $4.50. If he can't get his fix
Of burritos and churro sticks,
His world turns to bricks.
His grip slips.
The slight weight shift on his hips
Strips his exuberant demeanor
Like a lunar eclipse.
Rinse
Repeat
When he tries to adlib the script,
Life and love kicks him in the intelligence.
His happiness doesn't take precedence
Over the dead presidents he needs
To keep his residence. It's evident
In his directionless aggressiveness,
He feels irrelevant to his existence.
So, he slows the pistons of his brilliance.
Rinse
Repeat
His silence has made him forget his presence
He's become convinced that washing metal prints
Isn't against his will. That the fulfill-
Ment of another's vision is the pill
To his sickness. Like the use of litmus
Will heal his mental limpness
Between 9 and 5. The only thoughts
He completes are *rinse
and *repeat
© March 11th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Lonely Maybe Nov 2014
All you left was broken bottles
I couldn't have checked for you in the bottom of them even if had I wanted
Two years too many, never read the label when you'd get me
I was a broken record turning on the needles of your memories
Lost eyes, lost hopes, I don't care anymore
You took the last of me
I don't care anymore
Add a list of small smiles and beating hearts who wrecked my ribs
I wish I could tell you I didn't rehearse these lines, I wish I could say they were adlib
But time comes to show,
Your presence left a shadow and a cut that still burns from salt despite how shallow
A knock in the teeth,
Figment of my imagination, no I can still breathe
I'm just tipsy from thoughts of you and me
As I swallow you down, you taste so pretty
But you burn all the same, how could I believe so foolishly
Dumb love songs on repeat,
They all say the same thing, I know
I've tried to write a song to fit the way we both hit our low
Tally marked points we kept track of,
First love is not a game, don't you write it on a tree with our names above
I set the wood on fire in hopes I'd smoke you away,
But I just coughed up embers and you're still miles away.
"I didn't expect your face at the bottom of a bottle of peppermint ***** to begin with."
Laurel Leaves Aug 2017
To be
Alone

Lonesome solace where the
Complacent
Sit in a circle
Criss crossed I saw him
Lie in the middle
Smirk wrapped against  teeth

As they pushed deeper and deeper inside me

Alone
Void of lonesome
I didnt drive in fear while the knife wielded into my spine
I led the cowardly
Edge of the lake standing

His needle just rested against his forearm
Poison barely made it into
The vein next to
Thick lined tattoo
Said he barely felt pain

The past tense
Was edible
It melted into euphoria
Forgetfulness was a privilege
I could be consumed by moments
Hours
Where his ringing noises didnt
Completely devour
Where he didnt catapult me into
Leaping fenses
Shoving cliffsides

I'm capsized
Defined by an adlib
By bullet holes and
Splinters

Wish I could have wrapped my fists tighter
Made the pigment of my beating heart
Lighter.
Ofttimes yours truly assiduously tries to adlib,
but blubbers like a landlubber
at sea treading water donned with bib
(that doubles as yellow
spongy bobbing life jacket)

furiously doing doggy paddle
riding the next tidal wave
hoop fully washing me ashore to crib
if need be to dig an underwater channel
painstakingly slow drabs and drib.

The English language I simply adore
though offtimes methinks waxing eloquent
affects listeners as yours truly a bore
in record time flapping waxed lips
beholds one gordian
tongue tied knot major chore,
whereby I wanna bolt out figurative door
feeling deplorable and stuck
analogous to Eeyore.

Ache 'n to launch into a monologue
or chime into ongoing dialogue
me noggin off times generates brain fog
mental state mimicking one,
who quaffed an over abundance of grog,
which for this teetotaler would constitute

a mere thimble full of drink,
perhaps *** enhanced eggnog
just one sip and boing I go
topsy turvy as if a felled log
hit me over the head
rendering me unconscious.

Thus wood explain mine altered state
though unsightly **** on pate
battle scar leveled playing field
with the missus, 't other significant primate
supplementing and complementing
one aging long haired

pencil (vane ya) necked geek
being caged, yet free
to roam within human zoo
both, (née all) of us captive
on carousel of time
nsync with every other **** sapien
begot to participate in circle game.

All superfluous joking aside,
I strive to groom conversation,
whereby uninterrupted flow of words
(versus fumfering, hemming, hawing,
stammering, stuttering...), thine

general oral feedback paradigmatic guide
ever diligent to think
before I speak with pride
else I heep discourtesy
upon myself and chide
yours truly with harsh rebukes,

which maybe tantamount
going off the mountainside
plummeting into the abyss
engenders an unpleasant
metaphoric roller coaster ride,

and if crash test dummy doth survive -
upon gibbet he will be tried
punishment broadcast world wide
for flagrant horrendous verbal
egregiousness (waywardness) he belied.

— The End —