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"aircon" poems
Kailangan ko lang ilabas kasi nakita ko tong picture sa Facebook. Inaamin ko madalas sumasayad sa isip ko to. Sino ba naman ang hindi maiisip to kung marealize mo kung gaano ka kahelpless at powerless na baguhin ang paligid mo. Sino ba naman ang hindi makakaisip na baka may mas magandang lugar para sa ating lahat na kung saan masaya tayo. Yung feeling of guilt kung bakit ako nasa loob ng kotse, naka-aircon tapos may batang kakatok sa bintana mo at siya ay walang makain, tapos pag inabutan mo magsasabi padin ng "Thank you po.", sabay bibili ng sundae sa Mcdonald's. Tangina lang diba, kasi bata lang din sila at gusto nila maenjoy ang buhay. Tapos, magmaneho ka lang sa Quezon ave, may kakatok sa bintana mo humihingi pagkain or limos. Tingin ka sa Quiapo may mga matatandang nanlilimos, tapos, masayang masaya pagka binigyan mo ng pagkain, nakakaputangina. Nung nag Davao kami, yung mga nagbebenta ng perlas dun alam **** isang kahig isang tuka ang buhay nila, isang tingin mo lang alam **** sobrang hirap ng buhay. Nakakagago pala talaga ang pakiramdam ng pribelehiyo no? Kasi andun ka lang para mag lamyerda at gumastos ng madaming pera. Yung feeling na nagiinstagram ako ng walang kakwenta-kwentang bagay tapos may namamatay sa gutom sa ibang lugar, may naaabusong ofw sa middle east, yung mga nasa Mindanao napapagitnaan ng gulo. Yung nakikita **** sales lady sa SM na alam **** todo kayod para kumita ng pera sa Maynila pero tangina hindi nabibigyan ng tamang benepisyo at kontraktwal padin. Ang swerte ko. Ang sarap ng buhay ko. Sa sobrang sarap, napakaunfair na at nakakagago na dahil di ko din masabing ayaw ko ang buhay ko, pero ayaw ko din ang mga nakikita ko. Ang labo no? At bilang isang ordinaryong tao, wala kang magagawa para matulungan sila na maglalast sakanya. Hanggang abot ka lang ng barya kasi di mo pwede isacrifice sarili **** kapakanan para sa iba. Dahil ganun na ang mundo ngayon, sarili ko muna bago iba. Pero masisisi mo ba yung pagiisip na ganun kasi may kanya kanya tayong mga problema na dulot ng pagiging myembro ng society? Duwag tayong lahat. Duwag na tumulong sa abot ng makakaya natin kasi takot tayo na baka tayo naman ang mapunta sa ganung kalagayan kapag binigay natin ang lahat. Tulad ko, pasuicide suicide pa pero duwag akong gawin, hanggang sagi lang sa isip ko, tangina ko eh no? Dahil yung nakakatulong lang talaga yung may tunay na tapang. Katulad ni Mother Teresa ang daming tinulungan at inalagaan, pero ironic dahil nawala ang paniniwala nya sa Diyos dahil sa nakita nya nasobrang hirap na dinadanas ng mga taong inaalagaan nya. Putangina ng Mundo. Bakit ba tayo nandito? Pagtapos nito balik na ko sa normal. Tangina nyo.
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
Putangina Ng Mundo
Kailangan ko lang ilabas kasi nakita ko tong picture sa Facebook. Inaamin ko madalas sumasayad sa isip ko to. Sino ba naman ang hindi maiisip to kung marealize mo kung gaano ka kahelpless at powerless na baguhin ang paligid mo. Sino ba naman ang hindi makakaisip na baka may mas magandang lugar para sa ating lahat na kung saan masaya tayo. Yung feeling of guilt kung bakit ako nasa loob ng kotse, naka-aircon tapos may batang kakatok sa bintana mo at siya ay walang makain, tapos pag inabutan mo magsasabi padin ng "Thank you po.", sabay bibili ng sundae sa Mcdonald's. Tangina lang diba, kasi bata lang din sila at gusto nila maenjoy ang buhay. Tapos, magmaneho ka lang sa Quezon ave, may kakatok sa bintana mo humihingi pagkain or limos. Tingin ka sa Quiapo may mga matatandang nanlilimos, tapos, masayang masaya pagka binigyan mo ng pagkain, nakakaputangina. Nung nag Davao kami, yung mga nagbebenta ng perlas dun alam **** isang kahig isang tuka ang buhay nila, isang tingin mo lang alam **** sobrang hirap ng buhay. Nakakagago pala talaga ang pakiramdam ng pribelehiyo no? Kasi andun ka lang para mag lamyerda at gumastos ng madaming pera. Yung feeling na nagiinstagram ako ng walang kakwenta-kwentang bagay tapos may namamatay sa gutom sa ibang lugar, may naaabusong ofw sa middle east, yung mga nasa Mindanao napapagitnaan ng gulo. Yung nakikita **** sales lady sa SM na alam **** todo kayod para kumita ng pera sa Maynila pero tangina hindi nabibigyan ng tamang benepisyo at kontraktwal padin. Ang swerte ko. Ang sarap ng buhay ko. Sa sobrang sarap, napakaunfair na at nakakagago na dahil di ko din masabing ayaw ko ang buhay ko, pero ayaw ko din ang mga nakikita ko. Ang labo no? At bilang isang ordinaryong tao, wala kang magagawa para matulungan sila na maglalast sakanya. Hanggang abot ka lang ng barya kasi di mo pwede isacrifice sarili **** kapakanan para sa iba. Dahil ganun na ang mundo ngayon, sarili ko muna bago iba. Pero masisisi mo ba yung pagiisip na ganun kasi may kanya kanya tayong mga problema na dulot ng pagiging myembro ng society? Duwag tayong lahat. Duwag na tumulong sa abot ng makakaya natin kasi takot tayo na baka tayo naman ang mapunta sa ganung kalagayan kapag binigay natin ang lahat. Tulad ko, pasuicide suicide pa pero duwag akong gawin, hanggang sagi lang sa isip ko, tangina ko eh no? Dahil yung nakakatulong lang talaga yung may tunay na tapang. Katulad ni Mother Teresa ang daming tinulungan at inalagaan, pero ironic dahil nawala ang paniniwala nya sa Diyos dahil sa nakita nya nasobrang hirap na dinadanas ng mga taong inaalagaan nya. Putangina ng Mundo. Bakit ba tayo nandito? Pagtapos nito balik na ko sa normal. Tangina nyo.
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Abalang-abala ka sa pakikipag-usap sa iyong kustomer at hindi mo na namalayang tumatakbo ang oras. Ang nasa isip mo lamang nang mga oras na iyon ay matapos mo ang iyong trabaho nang walang palya at walang ano mang iisipin pa. Nang iyong tanggalin ang headset ay doon mo lamang napansing ikaw na lamang pala ang nag-iisang ahente sa ikatlong palapag ng opisinang iyong pinapasukan sa isang call center. Tanging ang liwanag na lamang sa iyong station ang tanglaw nang mga oras na iyon. Kaya naman ay sinipat mo ang orasan sa iyong wrist watch at napagtantong isang oras na lamang at sarado na rin ang buong building at kailangan mo ng umuwi. Inayos mo na ang iyong mga gamit at siniguradong na-i-document mo nang maayos ang mga calls recordings mo. Nag-inat-inat ka pa muna bago mo pinatay ang monitor at CPU ng iyong kompyuter. Hinintay mo munang naka-shut down na ito bago ka tumayo. Nang tuluyan na nga itong namatay ay agad **** binitbit ang iyong back pack. Nang tatalikod ka na ay isang malamig na simoy ng hangin ang nanuot sa iyong balat. Sa iyong pagkakaalam ay sarado naman ang mga bintana sa opisinang iyon at sigurado kang pinapatay na rin ang aircon kapag isang tao o walang tao nang naiiwan roon. Ngunit, kakaibang lamig ang iyong naramdaman. Hindi lang iyon dahil isa, dalawa, at talong beses kang nakarinig na may nagtitipa sa keyboard. Halos lumabas na ang iyong mata sa takot pero nanatili ka pa ring matapang. Huminga ka muna nang malalim at agad nilingon ang kanina pang nagtitipang bagay sa iyong likuran. At doon ay lalo kang nanginig nang makita ng iyong dalawang mata ang biglang pagliwanag ng monitor at sunod-sunod na pagtitipa ng wala namang kamay na mga letra sa keyboard. Nang mag-flash sa screen ang mga letra ay doon ka na nagtatakbo palabas dahil nakasulat doon ang mga katagang TYPING KEYBOARD na may kasamang pigura ng duguang bungo.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Typing Keyboard
Abalang-abala ka sa pakikipag-usap sa iyong kustomer at hindi mo na namalayang tumatakbo ang oras. Ang nasa isip mo lamang nang mga oras na iyon ay matapos mo ang iyong trabaho nang walang palya at walang ano mang iisipin pa. Nang iyong tanggalin ang headset ay doon mo lamang napansing ikaw na lamang pala ang nag-iisang ahente sa ikatlong palapag ng opisinang iyong pinapasukan sa isang call center. Tanging ang liwanag na lamang sa iyong station ang tanglaw nang mga oras na iyon. Kaya naman ay sinipat mo ang orasan sa iyong wrist watch at napagtantong isang oras na lamang at sarado na rin ang buong building at kailangan mo ng umuwi. Inayos mo na ang iyong mga gamit at siniguradong na-i-document mo nang maayos ang mga calls recordings mo. Nag-inat-inat ka pa muna bago mo pinatay ang monitor at CPU ng iyong kompyuter. Hinintay mo munang naka-shut down na ito bago ka tumayo. Nang tuluyan na nga itong namatay ay agad **** binitbit ang iyong back pack. Nang tatalikod ka na ay isang malamig na simoy ng hangin ang nanuot sa iyong balat. Sa iyong pagkakaalam ay sarado naman ang mga bintana sa opisinang iyon at sigurado kang pinapatay na rin ang aircon kapag isang tao o walang tao nang naiiwan roon. Ngunit, kakaibang lamig ang iyong naramdaman. Hindi lang iyon dahil isa, dalawa, at talong beses kang nakarinig na may nagtitipa sa keyboard. Halos lumabas na ang iyong mata sa takot pero nanatili ka pa ring matapang. Huminga ka muna nang malalim at agad nilingon ang kanina pang nagtitipang bagay sa iyong likuran. At doon ay lalo kang nanginig nang makita ng iyong dalawang mata ang biglang pagliwanag ng monitor at sunod-sunod na pagtitipa ng wala namang kamay na mga letra sa keyboard. Nang mag-flash sa screen ang mga letra ay doon ka na nagtatakbo palabas dahil nakasulat doon ang mga katagang TYPING KEYBOARD na may kasamang pigura ng duguang bungo.
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I lost my mother No, not to death I lost my mother to technology To social media To that ******* Facebook I lost her to the bright rectangular shard of glass that was her phone There she could reconnect with her friends See what they were doing Reunite with long lost childhood buddies And see cute videos of dogs and babies I used to love going on dates with my mom Just the two of us Most would say we were like sisters We shared clothes and stories And life lessons in between Sips of coffee and slices of cakes And walks in malls just because we wanted aircon But now when I'm sitting across her at the table Her eyes fail to meet mine If they do all she'd say was wait, I'm replying Then her eyes would fall back to the screen of her phone Never-ending conversations became conversations that never even started Loud chatter above food became silence so loud I could hear myself chew Laughter and smiles were all the same except they were done looking down, facing a phone And now I would rather dine alone Than dine infront of someone glued to their phone And that says a lot coming from someone with social anxiety and fear of being alone Because if instead of talking to me your talking to your phone I really would rather just be alone I promise you it's not that different Social media was designed to make us all connected Countries apart, continents in between We could talk and call like we were together at that very moment But now the people were beside The people we can touch and feel The people with us physically We forget to talk to, we ignore We become disconnected with Yes, you are retying old ties with your old friends who are miles away I get that And I am more than happy for you That you and your highscool friends talk again But what's the use of making new ties if you don't keep the ones you have now I lost my mother to technology I don't know if it's too late I know technology won't stop advancing any time soon or any time in the future for that matter But I have faith I know beneath my mothers eyes glued to the screen are the same eyes as the ones that first laid their eyes on me Who looked at me ever so lovingly, Like the most precious gift in the world I lost my mother to technology And I hope it's not too late to find her again
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
death *strikethrough*
I lost my mother No, not to death I lost my mother to technology To social media To that ******* Facebook I lost her to the bright rectangular shard of glass that was her phone There she could reconnect with her friends See what they were doing Reunite with long lost childhood buddies And see cute videos of dogs and babies I used to love going on dates with my mom Just the two of us Most would say we were like sisters We shared clothes and stories And life lessons in between Sips of coffee and slices of cakes And walks in malls just because we wanted aircon But now when I'm sitting across her at the table Her eyes fail to meet mine If they do all she'd say was wait, I'm replying Then her eyes would fall back to the screen of her phone Never-ending conversations became conversations that never even started Loud chatter above food became silence so loud I could hear myself chew Laughter and smiles were all the same except they were done looking down, facing a phone And now I would rather dine alone Than dine infront of someone glued to their phone And that says a lot coming from someone with social anxiety and fear of being alone Because if instead of talking to me your talking to your phone I really would rather just be alone I promise you it's not that different Social media was designed to make us all connected Countries apart, continents in between We could talk and call like we were together at that very moment But now the people were beside The people we can touch and feel The people with us physically We forget to talk to, we ignore We become disconnected with Yes, you are retying old ties with your old friends who are miles away I get that And I am more than happy for you That you and your highscool friends talk again But what's the use of making new ties if you don't keep the ones you have now I lost my mother to technology I don't know if it's too late I know technology won't stop advancing any time soon or any time in the future for that matter But I have faith I know beneath my mothers eyes glued to the screen are the same eyes as the ones that first laid their eyes on me Who looked at me ever so lovingly, Like the most precious gift in the world I lost my mother to technology And I hope it's not too late to find her again
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Roses and jasmines. All vowels extended until you barely make the words out, approaching, then rushing and receding past, early mornings. The flower boy; Wake up calls, admonishments, family fights and announcements, old stories, dire oaths, colourful threats, affected love, who, this loud mouth? Lady next door; Squirrels that shriek like birds, competing for turns to puncture the solemn silence; Paperboys and milkmen, school vans and church bells, pressure cooker whistles, whish of reed broom on jagged floors wet with cleaning water, motor noise, aircon: Two years: that vanished like a dancing drop on a hot pan: beauty hiding the pain Ending like the slowly turning reflection of the halting fan on my breakfast bowl: Ja..asmi...ines and ro..oses, squirrel shrieks, now familiar story of the family next door, wash whish, silence: who is that faint spectacled figure on the cabinet glass?
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
Two years...
Waste paper & ink via corporate endeavors— no doubt noble. Vicariously sit still or swivel around— Oh, corporate freedom! The aircon's never felt this cold, the coffee never this expensive (& free, but a mirage is a mirage.) the elevator never this wild & brimming with life. Braindead oblivion is a natural high.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
XI. Can't Be Tamed
Outside my unseeing windows Stringed lamp posts Pierce the deepest night. Lights still dance Along the streets, Reflected in silent pools, Splashed by gentle roars Of pavement rubber Racing the idled road. Beneath my candid room The aircon units gargle Their cold nocturne Of sleep and thought. The sidewalk stays mindful -- Witness to murmured kegs And murdered heels, Its quiescence reverberates The gentle parley Of blaring merchant loons. The boulevard refuses To choke in darkness. My mind will wait until The clamour of morning Shatters this weighted gloom.
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Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
Along the Boulevard
lights and smoke covering the dance floor showing a glimpse of smiles and dancy feet street lights and aircon burning in my tired eyes no ****** expression burning inside when the lips that wouldn't let me go suddenly can't speak a word i no longer wish to be in this car i wish to be in front of it
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
Untitled
THE WORLD is an office asking for your sweat. Before lunch. Officeboy turns off the aircon. Stuck in line in front of the teller. Number is empty, on bank account. This world is a city asking for your blood. An old friend who grew into someone who was getting less and less understandable. A monster that feeds on its own body parts.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
Who Asks Your Sweat and Blood
Made In China Your electrical items stop working one by one First the kettle stops boiling even tho the red light’s on Then your microwave stops heating tho it turns round It gets fixed and works for a week then is totally dead As for your TV it turns on but has a single line across it The VHS video player ate the **** tape and jammed Your radio gets nothing but static on all channels The mobile phone charges but dies after 3 minutes The other charger that lights up but doesn’t charge Red LOS modem light means no connection Along with a new fan with a burnt out motor Your car radio eats tapes ejects CDs and smokes The aircon is clunky and spreads a virus killing us All items made in Red China sub standard parts junk Unskilled low paid slave labour don’t give a **** Don’t buy anything made in Red China its crap
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Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
Made In China
The baroque grandeur of Warm seas on velvety spring evenings Is in stark contrast to the ache In my hands from the aircon being Just too god **** cold. And Who do these stars think they are? This heavenly phosphorescence Placed so precisely on the lapel of The night sky. A supernova pocket square? And What is the story with this *** Wheedling it’s way down my throat To try and melt the tremors in The pit of my belly. It’s ****** well working.
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Just another springtime evening
They say we'd burn equal to what we've burnt In 9 circles of hell Of being non-baptized to treachery They say we'll suffer (from their greatest imagination) But did the omniscient God know this will happen to me But can the omnipotent God control and not be punishable For they said, He is the most powerful in the entire "Fear not Hell, for if it exists, you shall find yourself in a good company." Many men will suffer in hell for not believing in such existence From ancient walkers to modern tribes believing other gods Good non-believers who have helped more than the believers The scientists and philosophers who answered and invented good (What if they invent aircon, instead) And you know, the baddest people will burn with us There may be those who are wicked or hold good ideals And the devil who punishes among us will understand Together we all understand the pain from the heaven Understanding each other, why do we have to suffer for eternity When they were still alive, they were able to change Humans can change, metanoia Why not in Hell? For the punishments too great to bear Shall make sufferers change and realize they have done wrong This Hell is complicated, what about in Heaven? Heaven, so easy to understand because it offers only eternal bliss Unlike Hell where you can only imagine fear Just because of the fear people make Didn't they know, the pope and people got it in 14th century From the works of Dante Alighieri Increasing the baptized population because of fear Of Hell where we sinners will burn So complicated So fairy tale I shall end it without a fear
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Hell
They say we'd burn equal to what we've burnt In 9 circles of hell Of being non-baptized to treachery They say we'll suffer (from their greatest imagination) But did the omniscient God know this will happen to me But can the omnipotent God control and not be punishable For they said, He is the most powerful in the entire "Fear not Hell, for if it exists, you shall find yourself in a good company." Many men will suffer in hell for not believing in such existence From ancient walkers to modern tribes believing other gods Good non-believers who have helped more than the believers The scientists and philosophers who answered and invented good (What if they invent aircon, instead) And you know, the baddest people will burn with us There may be those who are wicked or hold good ideals And the devil who punishes among us will understand Together we all understand the pain from the heaven Understanding each other, why do we have to suffer for eternity When they were still alive, they were able to change Humans can change, metanoia Why not in Hell? For the punishments too great to bear Shall make sufferers change and realize they have done wrong This Hell is complicated, what about in Heaven? Heaven, so easy to understand because it offers only eternal bliss Unlike Hell where you can only imagine fear Just because of the fear people make Didn't they know, the pope and people got it in 14th century From the works of Dante Alighieri Increasing the baptized population because of fear Of Hell where we sinners will burn So complicated So fairy tale I shall end it without a fear
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My head is still sleeping My eyes a bit teary My body is a bit slowly I'm feeling cloudly My breath is whispering I'm to lazy its no Sunday but it's Monday I'm in my bed under my sheet pillow in my chest the aircon is On the window i close I'm to lazy its lazy Sunday but it's Monday
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
It's Lazy Sunday But it's Monday
The only good place to sit at mcdonalds was under the aircon I got extra ice in my drink before I knew it's warm outside but freezing inside lucky I grabbed my jumper my hands are freezing and i'm alone every day is a bit like this different place, different air and different food but my hands are always freezing and i'm always alone.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
Untitled
in an ice-age we all searched for warmth. cold nipping at our chest to reach what is underneath we trooped on-to warmer lands, to find the cure to what seemed to harm us the most. and in loneliness i searched for companionship. sadness crept up my shoulders and shoveled under the layers of skin of my wrist to find the pulse, but i kept searching blindly for someone i could call dear to me. yet even when warmth is found on a tropical island near the sea, sun beating down on us hard do we not confine ourselves to buildings filled with cold so as to relive the troop, relive the search to desperately find our own little struggle in aircon bills and find faux hope in the blankets they sell 20% off? and yet even when a friend is found do i not still convince myself they are lying to me and allow sadness to enter once more, finding faults quicker than endearing traits; so as to pity myself, boo-hoo, your so called love has betrayed you and now you must search again for another
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
the struggle for warmth
master motor bearing and the tap tap tap tap tap end of century summer sweats the tablecloth mixed iridescent spill mixed rancid cream mixed spilt milk mixed mother’s breast entry the market aisles the aircon slick with dripping fats processed flesh working meats gotcha thumb! gotcha thumb! plasticide yanks the chain blights the debt fifty-five to the triumph ever closer above the clatter you let it happen you take out your wallet you scan your loyalty card you take two plastic bags a great machine turns grinding everything to dust above the clatter individual sensations collapse into one cacophony one cluttered ******* oceanic spectre of death we’ve been here before the flat words the repetition the living death the sickness desire how far stretch the pennies down myself myself myself myself myself myself my
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
mirror neurons
Through the years, it took us consistent feeling, never altering content with complacent idling until the night, a surprise came and knocked us on the head off our perches of self assurance. The night when we stepped out of ruts and cuddled close together like never before, eye to eye now, shivering and turning inward our single sheet not enough our embrace fiery, out the cold.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
The night the aircon broke
Nothing beats this heat As am feeling uneasy in my seat I move closer to the window And glimpse at an unusual shadow Limping and searching As if may have lost something Teary eyes glanced at me A beggar he didn't choose to be Lost his days hardwork Stood crying facing the wall I got off the bus as it was yet to leave Fetched my purse for money to give As I approached the poor guy He broke into tears to cry, I heard his begging tears for food And passing people laughed, saying his no good I asked him how much he had lost With unclear voice he said, just my food cost I handed him a $10 note with a smile He looked happy after a while I came back to my bus seat And adjusted the aircon slide to beat the heat The journey started with a good thought Now thinking, if it was food he bought... ©sim
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
Unusual Shadow
In a green landscape, cars are flashing around me --- It's aircon-silent.
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Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC
[ In a green landscape ]
BY CRAIG J. BURT & JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX 5/22/20 90 degrees today Crazy mood & happy Ready to test out my brand new Audi Down this bumpy road The best time's right now German made quality car Aircon & tunes are on You smile & we are complete.
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Vehicle Inferno
That beggar - One leg long, one leg a stump, What’s on his mind? Her Highness the Queen Is ******** In a toilet at Buckingham Palace Summer night - There’s joy also In aircon and loneliness My teeth, I smoke Are they white? Color of tea leaves The old man Sweeping the streets Bent like the letter r He cried once, The boy, car screeching, Then silence My blue suit Splattered with the droppings Of a city pigeon Hanging down My ***** Like rice bags
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
Train to Buson