"institute" poems
TO PUT the art and talent of Mindanaoan fashion design into the spotlight, Kagay’anon fashion designers put their hands together to organize the 5th Mindanao Fashion Summit at the Limketkai Center Rotunda from August 4 to 6, every 4 p.m.
“Being a core event of the Higalaay festival, the opening salvo, the Mindanao Fashion Summit can really highlight fashion designers here in Cagayan de Oro and also in different points of Mindanao to let everyone see what they can do in the world of fashion design especially now that there are only so few opportunities for these designers to show off their works to the public. This is why we have the Mindanao fashion Summit because Kagay-anon designers believe that even if they join national fashion shows like the Philippine Fashion week, most of them still aren't getting the right encouragement as a fashion designer.” said Robbie Pamisa, the overall organizer of the event.
The Fashion Summit is a three-day event composed of seven sub-categories such as the Mindanaoan collection, the Menswear collection, and the Ororama orange collection for the first day, the Guest Designers’ collection, the Fashion Institute of the Philippines collection and the Loop Lifestyle Fashion Show for the second day, and the Holiday Grand collection for the third day which will serve as the culmination of the fashion event.
Mindanaoan Fashion designers from Cagayan de Oro as well as Davao, Butuan, Iligan, and Bukidnon have come to showcase their talents. Some of the fashion geniuses of the event include Alma Mae Roa, Angela Soriano, Ann Semblante, Benjie Manuel, Boogie Musni Rivera, Gil Macaibay III, John Mark Magellan’s, Joshua Guibone, Juniel Doring, Kiko Domo, Mark Christopher Yaranon, and Mavy Cooper de Leon.
One of the highlights of the event is the Oro Fashion Designers’ Guild and the Designers Assembly featuring a collection of clothes using Mindanao material such as the Mindanao silk. Sponsors such as Ororama and The Loop Towers will also be showcasing their products in the fashion event.
“Even student fashion designers from the Fashion Institute of the Philippines have been encouraged to participate so that they will be able to experience how a fashion show works. This is also a way for us to fulfill our mission to be another avenue for fashion designers to show what they have,” Paisa said.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Deep down in the inhospitable gloom
Monterey Canyon welcomes an expectant mother
Unnoticed in the distance a whirring sound
and two parallel laser beams
Miss Cellania finds a nook
That instinct suggests is right
A place to nest and brood
A place to guard and wait
1.4 kilometers up a research institute
Guided the unmanned submarine
Correlated masses of data
Stared at live video feed
A unique event unfolded
Capturing such a moment
in this dark abyss
Clinging to a vertical rock
Her precious babies waiting to hatch
Her final duty to
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Protect from predators and the icy cold
And so she began the
Inky black wait
Detached
Alone
The research crew returned later that year
Miss Cellania dutifully kept her vigil
They returned again month after month
Still she stubbornly stuck to the task in hand
The months turned to years
And still she protected her unhatched young
Clung to the same vertical spot
With nothing to eat
Alert, defensive
Motherly
Patiently waiting
Wasting away
Waiting
Waiting
Untill
F i f t y t h r e e m o n t h s l a t e r
Four and a half years
Finally her wait ended
With a flurry of independent life
Then death.
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Mar 14, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
I don't care how ******* smart
these guys are: I'm bored.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:08 PM UTC
I read some poems on here
That would just be up his street
Scrooge would love so much to read
How you all deal with defeat
Not everyone, mind you, you know
Just those, we all ignore
you know ...the suicidal ones
who are in ***** upon the floor
i got dumped and i just want
to **** myself ...they say
if you write it down on here, i guess
you won't do it anyway
Scrooge would love the way
They talk of copulation
He'd just sit back and say
Then let them reduce the population
They threaten to go off the rails
Though, I think some might be done
They talk of doing things, slowly
Have they not heard of a gun ?
Scrooge would love the way they cry
When they don't get their own way
He'd be hooked on this, because you find
Five hundred...every day
He'd suggest we re-institute
The mills and the poor houses
So, he would have to listen to
The stories of these louses
A topic of importance would be
Something, he would write
of money, pestilance and then
he'd say...GOOD NIGHT
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
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1. More women will become leaders in the workplace.
In 2012, 18 women will be running Fortune 500 companies—the highest number yet. This confirms a rising trend of women’s corporate leadership. The U.S. Government Accountability Office reported that in 2009, 40% of managers in the workforce were women. In 2010, women held 15.7% of board seats at Fortune 500 companies.
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Women business owners employ 35% more people than all the Fortune 500 companies combined. Women own 10.1 million U.S. firms, employing more than 13 million people and generating $1.9 trillion in sales as of 2008.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
****
mit ein(e)
gernierung
of... ******
MACDONALDS
for the protestants
MCDONALDS
for the catholics...
and **** the rest of it
whoop di do d'ah
whoopsie!
**** it...
i always called the IRA
the ginger ninja brigade...
******* *****
ha ha!
is that even permitted?
like...
oopsies?!
oh ****
the steam-roller is
giving it a shot at reading
the earth,..
flat...
map on paper?
**** me... no app....
****** you ever navigate a car
through the German Rhine roundabout?
what's in it?
Dortmund.. Essen...
you know that constipated
part of the road map of Europe...
ever navigate that trippy
conundrum ******** of navigation?
beside me...
can't speak german,
won't navigate in german,
no matter how many
Mercedes-Benz they pump out
from the Henry Ford institute of
the reclining chair,
supposing
die krupps to be squidgy clean...
i think the european translation
reads:
die Dortmund Ringe...
das Rhine Ringe...
**** allocating yourself to a rally car...
navigate through that sort
of German ********
achtung achtung...
autobahn ende!
vorwärtskreis
might as well salute for a second
coming of... hítlear!
shaking Stevens?
huh?!
knee on the no contra
the know: bother...
the english won't know...
isn't that nay?
i listen to too much lawyer
jargon...
i'd love to listen to
poetry...
but... i figured...
lawyers play the slight of
the sly of hand that poets
exasperate into toying with words
to accomplish art...
lawyers? the impasse of
judgement?
**** me!
apparently the argument
goes:
down syndrome...
psychopaths...
'ere by god's grace...
much grace, my lord...
too much grace...
two salvation pointers:
(a) i won't drink with them...
(b) i won't eat with them,
(c) there is no "c" that isn't
a "d" that isn't an "e"
"f", etc!
you get a zebra...
you get a null bonus!
a ******* safari of an automated
anti hamster Boston outfit!
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
They say you don't understand, your life is perfect.
But they don't understand.
On the outside I live in a fairy-tale world
where my parents live together
and my father has a job and I am a straight a student.
I have a house and food
and I have siblings and people all around me.
They say I don't have a reason to be sad
but what they don't understand is the mirror is my worst enemy
and I hate myself.
I hate myself so much and no one really knows or loves me.
I have see the blade at 2 AM and I have cried so hard I wanted to throw up. I have ripped open my leg just so I have some type of feeling.
I have trust issues and apparently I should be in a mental institute.
I scream at myself and beg for death to over take me.
They say I don't understand but I do.
I understand how it is to fake laughs and smiles all day,
to be exhausted and wanting sleep so the bad feelings go away
but not being able to.
I understand the fear of your shorts slipping and someone might see
and I know the feeling of loneliness
and I know of begging God to help you
but no one comes.
I understand how hard this life really is even if I don't show it.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
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Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 8:19 PM UTC
I held a Mother in my arms,
With love
&
tears of mournful abandon,
Watching as she passed to paradise.
In time,
I heard a Father’s breath of silence;
His silver cord too, shredded.
Oh my soul!
We have been force fed a lie;
That real men don’t cry?
for it is written;
“and Jesus wept.”
A son shouldn’t search such unsearchable sorrow...
But it's right that children bury their parents,
&
Not the other way around, a painful truth;
our caretaker's are now in the ground.
How long before sunshine’s healing rays
Dissipate this institute of grief?
&
When will the Son rise?
(G-d have mercy on us all.)
~ © Qwey.ku
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Time To Meet My Seven Other Selves...
With Me, Everything Is Happy, Joyful And Fun
But, Then Again, Me? Not The Only One
There Are More Than Me, There's Myself
Myself? Not Such A Happy Chappy
Myself Is A Depressed, Sad, Sorry Excuse For Split Personality
There Is Also Him, Him Thinks Logically, And Has Not One Other Emotion
Him, Is Deadly Cold, Not Meaning To Be, Its Just How Him Works
And What About He, He Is Very Violent, Angry, Full Of Ferocious Rage
He Isn't Angry At Any Particular Thing, He Is Kind Of Just Angry At Everything
Have You Heard Of Mr, Mr Is Alittle Different, Just Alot Crazy, Inverted And Insane
Mr's Thought Patterns Are What You Wouldn't Call Sane, He Is Unusual
Mr Should Be In A Mental Institute, If Only, Mr Is At Odds With Him, The Logical Thinker
And Best Buddies With Mister, Mister Is A Kind, Caring, Down To Earth, Lovely Personality
Mister Makes Everyone Feel Wanted, Mister Makes People Feel Special, Wanted.
Now Master, Not Exactly Happy, Nor Sad, Nor Angry, Logical, Insane, Or Kind.
Master Is Kind Of A Meeting Ground For All The Other Personalities. A Mixture Of Them All
But At The Same Time, None Of Them, I Guess Master Is The Most Normal Of The Seven
The Common Controller. It Takes Alot To Bring The Others Out, Except Mr, Mr Shows As Much As Master
So Now You Know, Do You Think I Need Help.
Master Doesn't, Mister Does, Mr Doesn't Want To, He Is Angry At The Mere Suggestion Of It, Him Thinks It's The Logical Thing To Do, Myself Is Too Sad To Do Anything, And Me Is Too Happy To Need Help.
Not One Of Them Asked I, The One Who Sits Back Watching The Other Seven, Never In Control, But Always Watching.
Do I Want Help??
Do I??
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
I sip my beer, the relief of foam
the last remnant of civilisation
like a porcupine shawl
alcohol is the spine slice
beneath the skin
welcoming me in.
Electric lights shining bright
eels wriggling in a pool of light
like Frankenstein reborn
the monster within
the feathers of a passing dove give flight.
Sometimes I feel like grilled asparagus
the breathlessness of sentiments
wrapped in tin foil
the coil of perfection at gas mark 7.
Sitting in my bathtub and a 3 piece suit
electric toaster bubble and squeak
and fidgety machete at the ready
the voice in my head says, 'hey man, steady!'
the institute transmutes its underplay
I opt to not execute on this occasion
instead soak up the libation of liberation.
Safe in the knowledge;
tomorrow is another day.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
**The clock demands a tower, for it to look outwards
night has an absence, the key factor
bringing relevance to a lighthouse,
the nightingale infuses sweetness to night hours
for those listeners who never fancy hearing her on a day
a tall wall, a ladder and an iron cutter, perfectly
shapes a thief; there is a mysterious disorder
pointing the other way to every careful order.
The cactus flower and delicate butterfly on it,
brings to focus a certain delectable incongruence,
eternity has an eye resting on evanescence,
a scientist with a reverse cerebral process
alone can snake in to the origin of such nuances,
where hides the complex aesthetics of the 'other'
of what we are familiar, more fascinating than this
the universe that's the tip of an iceberg, hides from us
though, it exists here with all of the 'multiverse'
But who would institute a Nobel prize for 'otherness'
to shed light to the dark path, that would gift more astonishment to us**
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
My eyes are bruised
My pupils are black & blue
Sometimes i cut open my eyelids just to see the truth
I should be put in a mental institute
Because even with all this evidence
Im still evident ...
Self-harming just to get through
Each cut represents you
I lost hope in what to do
Where can i push this pain to ?
I know if i push it to you ,
You gonna continue to do
what you do
Im blind to whats happening
It is what it is exactly ...
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The Miss-Director was beaming with pride
as he came to escort me inside.
"Come along, these are perilous times,
there is much ugly truth we must hide."
"Herr Goebbels was our school's inspiration.
Joe McCarthy taught here till he died.
Charlie Rangel is among our directors.
Our Grads over nations preside."
"We recruit each years class from young children
who display a disdain for the truth."
"We start with a class on tall stories,
progressing to fibs and untruths."
"By the time they are teens they are ready
to leave little white lies behind."
"They engage in deceit and deception.
These skills help them rob people blind."
"With our Grad course in prevarication
They misdirect and deflect with the great."
"Obama was born in Hawaii,
his foes say he was birthed out of state."
"When Bill Clinton was caught in that perjury
I nearly went out of my mind."
"If only he'd paid more attention in Class
and less to some coed's behind."
We had come to a massive rotunda
The Pantheon of all untruth.
Holograms of Stalin and Churchill
told whoppers in an endless loop.
There were quotes from
the World's Great Religions
inscribed on the sides of the wall.
A Left wing devoted to Lenin.
A right wing like a Munich beer hall.
" The sheeple must never be told
that a place like this even exists."
" You can count on me not to inform them."
I said, without moving my lips.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 8:57 AM UTC
I'd like to mention that my city Karnal was once the bastion of the armed forces.
Close to my house in NDRI campus until half-a-decade ago stood remnants of the old British Barracks - an irksome reminder of the colonial period.
But we went inside the rickety ruins of an olden period to play hide and seek and sometimes just for fun as an adventure.
I had seen them - the erstwhile barracks in that dilapidated state only, carrying the Union Jack painted at some places, and I had seen the ruins crash to ground - a reinstated taste of Indian freedom.
The Colonial army camped here until the occupying British chose to shift the army camp to Ambala due to high occurrence of mosquitoes in the city of Karnal and found this place fit only for a great cattle yard.
Karnal has seen negligence & side-lining ever-since along the course of history.
The Indian Oil Corporation's petroleum refinery was decided to be built in the neighbouring Panipat city & so was the National Fertilizers Limited's manufacturing plant built there and not in Karnal.
In Karnal they built research institutes, filled with greenery these make the city a comfortable place to relax at ease.
But ****** shameless people don't realize the value of plants & trees and keep removing them off the face of Karnal & even where I live, in the NDRI campus - acronym for the National Dairy Research Institute campus.
****** blood sucker stupid human beings are sometimes more irritating than the malarial mosquitoes.
They cut trees assuming trees shelter mosquitoes!
True they might be but I keep wondering what about the potholes dug by them into the coal-tar & gravel roads to facilitate the installing of religious & marriage tents.
But nothing can be done to change the people whose mindset has been falsely ligated with the thought of we are the best & we won't change.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
I live in the city fabled to have been Karnā's resting place in the Mahābhāratā.
Located on the Yamunā river-bank it's a small city named Karnāl.
There are not many places worth living here.
But I luckily live in the NDRI campus.
National Dairy Research Institute.
It is unlike rest of the city.
Calm & Vast & Green.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
Let’s face it: we’re not all George Clooney.
Most of us need a little help scoring with chicks.
Our dicks—the archetypal genital signal—
Are hidden from sight, &
****** wagging
Will get you arrested.
Perhaps, pheromones may be the answer.
Dr. Winifred Cutler’s Bio:
(As read by Don Pardo, postmortem).
“Biologist and behavioral endocrinologist Dr. Winifred Cutler was the first to establish the presence of human pheromones in 1986 when her team removed sweat from human underarms and found that only the odorless materials that contained pheromones remained.”
Blessed are the
Underarm Sweat Removers,
A Labor cohort
Soon to be SEIU smorganized . . .
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Ka-Ching.
Ka-Ching.
And Andy Stern’s suggestion,
Probably the best for anyone
Searching for a new mate, or
Wanting to move up,
Move up to a new relationship plateau,
Move up to a higher class of ******
Open your nostrils.
Take a deep breath.
Bio continues:
“Dr. Winifred Cutler
Founded the Athena Institute in 1986,
Selected that name
Signifying the mission;
Helping women increase
Wisdom and skill,
Relative to
Their Bodies,
Their Health,
Their Wellbeing.”
Why not a Nobel for Dr. Cutler?
Testimony follows:
“Pheromones magnify my mojo.
I wear the love potion that makes
The most gorgeous gal in the bar--
That kind of gorgeous gal,
Usually out of my league—
Makes her look my way.
Welcome, my fingers
Touch her siren shoulder.
She turns,
‘What do you want?’ she asks coyly.
‘Um, want to dance?’ I manage.
She grins, looks me
Up and down—
Mostly down—
And says, “Not really.”
The verdict?
Apparently, the scent of pheromones is
Still overpowered by nerves.
Let’s face it:
Women can smell fear.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
We institute procedures as a tool to obtain substance.
We design metrics as a tool to track and ensure that substance is obtained.
But then, the tool becomes holier than its own purpose.
When we value procedure over substance,
we sacrifice substance for procedure.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Loneliness is consuming me
Solitude is the only road to salvation
For the purist
For the one who
Excruciates a life time
To die at ease
For the one who
Has an idea of happiness
evolving in a nest
Madness sheltered in order
Chaos ceased with institute
Love meant being apart
Freedom meant demerit of attitude
Free as a falcon
Flew to spread the wings
Not to reach a destination
Roamed to feel the wind
Not to discover a new dimension
Explored the darkest nights
Never let down by apprehension
I am a bad man with a good deed
I will burn in heaven
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 11:44 PM UTC
Cool are the streets before sunrise
I pedal my daily route through downtown Kalamazoo
Past the Art Institute and Civic
And out through Riverfront Park on the Valley Trail
Across the river on M96 I head east toward sunrise
The road is slightly dampened by the dew
And the trees on each side of the highway stand tall
Framing the sun as I make the first curve slightly east-north-east
In symmetry, the sun lies between the trees
Above the road, floating round, brilliant
Just inside the zone of a photographer's eye
The sun, the road, the trees, the mist – all ablaze in orange.
A dangerous time to ride so close to traffic
The lenses of my glasses scatter the light in condensation
I pedal hard to pass through this section
And ride into Galesburg stopping at the lights
Passing through town out Michigan Ave
I cross the Kalamazoo River but stop for a moment in stride
As the cold air nudges swirls of fog to dance on the surface
Lit from behind by the rising sun, golden, quiet, ghostly into the distance
Out onto my last few miles where the road is rough
It climbs out of the river valley up two hundred feet
Into winding country roads away from most traffic
And closer to the farms and woods
The air is now heavy with the dampness of the woods
There is only the breeze I bring with me
I crest a hill after a long climb but I do not coast on the slight reprieve
As there is new and old roadkill serviced by carrion birds in the mist
I am at my destination on another beautiful morning and I think
What wonders have I seen that my peers miss in their race on the highway
What smells of wild garlic, split oak, and musk of raccoon, skunk, and possum, and sweat
What satisfaction I have as I shower off the cold, and insects, and ride from my skin
August 20, 2013
Kalamazoo, MI
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
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I had some things that I called mine—
And God, that he called his,
Till, recently a rival Claim
Disturbed these amities.
The property, my garden,
Which having sown with care,
He claims the pretty acre,
And sends a Bailiff there.
The station of the parties
Forbids publicity,
But Justice is sublimer
Than arms, or pedigree.
I’ll institute an “Action”—
I’ll vindicate the law—
Jove! Choose your counsel—
I retain “Shaw”!
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Numb deep within
Can't feel my feet
Up to my heart
Do i exist?
Anytime i feel
It hurts
Everyrhing races
i am afriad
I can't remeber
Ever belonging
Not in a social sense
Or being real
I get too tired
I feel as a child
Seeing monsters
Giant man eating
Lobsters
Demons running amok
Every breath of mine is bad
Luck
I swear to god
I belong in a mental institute
Im not real
Are you?
I'm alone
Ive been alone forever
And ever more
I'll be alone
My life is flashing
It's all been so quick
And I've hated every second
Of my breathing
I miss my mother
I miss my brothers
My whole family
I think played a big whammy
They must be fake too
My scared eyes sometimes see
Through
Theres a veil you see
Doctors say it's anxiety
Thats a lie to keep me busy
We aren't real
I'm so scared
I can't describe this fear
It never leaves me
I'm shivering and afraid
The monsters coming to consume me
Look hard enough
You'll see real mosnters
Slenderman and demons
Theyre all real
Mocking us
Im still a little girl
Sad and afriad of the world
All i see is fear and creatures
Lurking with no ****** features
No one will hold me
My soul is ******* empty
Is god real
Why won't he answer me
He probabaly is around
And ignoring me
That is the theme of my
Reality
Can someone just hold me
Let me forget my dark reality
Im so ******* afraid
I must be extremely brave
I see demons larger then i can comprehend
Yet i go out and still stand
If someone held me
And didn't leave
Maybe for ahwile
I would feel real
And not as a scared
Child
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC