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Sa dami ng mga trabahong tumambak dahil hindi mo pa nagagawa
Mga papeles na nagpatung-patong na
Yung lamesa **** inaagiw na dahil hindi mo alam kung saan at paano magsisimula.
At mga istoryang di mo pa maisulat dahil nangangapa ka pa.
Isama mo na rin yung katrabaho **** nakakairita na sa tenga.
Dahil crush niya daw si Justin Bieber
At paborito niyang frappe sa Starbucks ay Caramel.
Kahit mukhang ang afford niya lang ay Nescafe “Oo nga pala, French Vanilla” na iniinom ni Toni Gonzaga.
Pero wala siyang pambili ng sarili niyang tumbler.

Tangina.

Idagdag mo pa ang mga patay na oras na sunod-sunod ang mga buntong-hininga
Nahuli ka pa ng boss mo na nakatulala
Kaya hayan at napagalitan ka pa.
At dahil contractual ka, yung limang buwan na kontrata mo
Biruin mo, baka mapaaga pa ang endo.

Aminin mo na ang pagpatak ng alas-singko
Ay may kakaibang dalang saya.
Na parang sumagot na ng “oo” yung matagal mo nang nililigawan.
Nakulayan na rin yung mga pinlano niyong outing na buong akala niyo’y hanggang drawing na lang.
Parang pagbabalik sa Pilipinas ng kasintahan **** kumayod sa ibang bansa.
Parang ibinalita sa TV na hindi traffic ngayon sa EDSA.
Himala!
Kaya ang pagsapit ng alas-singko ay kakambal ng paglaya.


Wala sa’yo kung sa bus man ay tayuan
O kaya sa dyip ay makasabit man lang.
Basta makauwi ka lang.

Nakakasabik pa rin ang ideya
Na ang bawat pag-uwi
Ay kasing banayad ng mayroong sasalubong sa’yong ngiti
Mga ngiting papawi sa kangalayan ng mga binti.

Mayroong yakap na nakaabang
Ang mga bisig na nagmistulang pinakapaborito **** kulungan
Dahil doon mo nararamdaman ang tunay na kalayaan.
Mula sa pang-aalipin sa’yo ng lipunan.

Nakahain na rin ang hapunan.
“Mahal, ano ba ang ulam?”
Sabayan natin ito ng mahabang kwentuhan.
Simulan natin sa simpleng kamustahan.
Dahil pagkatapos, ay aabangan mo na naman ang alas-singko kinabukasan.
Plucked thee on chest high
As quickly passed by
Big abode’s entrance
A very rare chance
Don’t know what plant thee

Owned by Gonzaga
Also Hallarda
Among the helpful
Dumarao people
Not a far neighbor

Twentieth of March
When it’s early dark
After dinner treat
I was on retreat
Second time in there

Entrance gate inside
Pathway wall beside
House of Gonzaga
Here in the banwa
Way to Codingle

Valedictorian
Bea Gonzaga
Blowout “pahanda”
OLSI Graduation
I Guest Speaker on!

-03/20-21/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
My Poem No. 105
Qualyxian Quest Apr 2023
Andrew Greeley like Bing Crosby
Gonzaga, Bing is Back
Spoke out against George W.
Spoke out for Iraq

Bing sang with David Bowie
Par *** pum pum pum pum pum
Here said I, with a sudden cry
Is my crematorium!

David Bowie somewhat Buddhist
Never gonna fall for Modern Love
Help comes from my dad
And from Andy Dove

Bishop Blackie Ryan
The beggar girl of St. Germain
Not primarily scriptural
Maybe someday Spain

       Darling Nikki. Purple Rain.


             La Mancha: the Stain.
Chuck Kean Mar 2021
The Death Of A My Bracket

   It’s tournament time again
My brackets are in
I’ve got my fingers crossed
Praying for my teams to win

The first and second round was a flurry
Of underdogs fighting to stay in the chase
When the madness was over
Surprisingly I was in first place

I originally had four brackets in and tonight
Drastically by the smallest margin in score
Three of my brackets bit the dust
And they don’t exist anymore

I’ve got one still hanging on and for the
Money I’m depending on its survival
And it’s killing me because I am forced to
Root for TTUN, The Ohio State Rival

But if I am to win it all I’ve got to root
For a team called Gonzaga
Can anyone feel my pain and
Can you understand my saga

Every year It drives me insane
They come and put me in a straitjacket
Because one minute I’m in first place
The next I witness the death of my bracket

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/28/2021
All rights reserved
Qualyxian Quest Jul 2023
Pretty obsessive compulsive today
Pretty obsessive compulsive
Thrill me with your acumen, Clarice
Why does he remove their skins?

Gonzaga University
Way out in the grassland
Cardinal Newman is surely correct
We have to lose to win

Multiverse. Alternate realities.
But I cannot give a lecture
Buddhamind in Dublin
Witherell conjecture

Tired, my feet hurt
Blisters on my heel
Not in what you see, my sons
Trust in what you feel

                     Lemon Tree

— The End —