"loren" poems
Iboboto ko nang matuwid
Para sa asensong walang patid
Buong Team PNoy – sa senado ko ihahatid
Sonny Angara – hatid niya ang solusyon
Para sa atin, trabaho’t edukasyon
Bam Aquino – nasa dugo ang katapangan
Marangal, malinis na pangalan
A.P. Cayetano – Presyo, Trabaho at Kita
Ibabalanse niya
Chiz Escudero – subok na sa senado
Kabataan ay hindi mabibigo
Risa Hontiveros – tayo’y ipaglalaban
Ayaw niya sa korapsyon at katiwalian
Loren Legarda – marami nang nagawa
Bida sa kanya ang masa
Jamby Madrigal – kakampi ang mahirap
Galit sa korap
Ramon Magsaysay, Jr. – isa ring kampeon ng masa
Katulad ng kanyang ama
Grace Poe – magalang at maaasahan
Sagot siya sa kahirapan
Koko Pimentel – ayaw sa madaya
Katiwalian ay susugpuin niya
A. Trillanes – produktibo sa senado
Marami nang nagawang batas ito
Cynthia Villar – ang Mrs. Hanepbuhay
Siya ang ating kaagapay
Dadalhin ko sa senado
Mga pambato ng pangulo
Dahil kailangan sila ng mga Pilipino.
-05/12/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Yellow Poems Collection…written on the day before the Elections
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images
Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
Almost Lover
by A Fine Frenzy
on One Cell In The Sea
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Songwriters: SUDOL, ALISON LOREN
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
It's not just the piano notes
It's not's its sharps or should I say it's flats
It's not the music sheet
It's obviously not my E major voice
Neither is it how well our voices blend
When the concertmaster says start to
Lady Antebellum - Need You Now
It's not just the Violins
G3, D4, A4, and E5 soothing notes
That keep us playing even when the rest stop
It's not our audiation that keeps as late
Into the night writing,meditating,singing
Laughing at each others crazy lines.
Or your masculine tattooed arms, Strumming the guitar
Neither is it your ability to manipulate your voice to both
Tenor and a Countertenor,so that when the concertmaster says start
To Michael Bolton - When a Man Loves a Woman
It feels like heaven has just opened its doors.
It's not how high I can hit the yala leyo notes
Neither is it my ability manipulate my emotions
So that when the concertmaster says to me Start To
Loren Allred - Never Enough
I give the crowd both my voice and my emotion
It's the memories the two of us make
That lead up to this moment
When the concertmaster says Start
The memories trickle in
The laughs,the anxieties,the fun,the fights
Even the shared pizzas and movie nights
That are all joined with the one thing that we share
Our passion for music,it's culture and giving it life
It's beauty and how freeing and liberating it's words can be
Things we both want to say but really can't
So we use the most basic language we both get
Music
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
brown to hide something magical meaning
of dreams in every place & bind
at the tips w/ silver, & he fell down
upon the minds of the first-fruits
& having pulled away from the cause
of the skin, the battle to say that to the girls,
He became a book, & will not be
comfort; sand marriage confidentiality
I am, however, might not be altogether
to spread the paint force over the board;
Russia partnership gale skin window
Was not wont to solve the threats search
He saw his fingers ask you to park in humans
He speaks with reading; Iowa prom &
drinking glass cops; Now started to eat
a few churches; to write small
she felt the base was broken,
English fool iota of origin eyes high
is no more of the matter of the peak
what is the state, also calf care, the game
is a walk; out of the rat they were filled
with conflict, The same place; Michael;
I was taken out of the running cases,
bandaged food with friends
Devices playing music revolution
Scientific knowledge and secretary general
In the dorm alarming clinical Loren,
painting teaching of ******* *****
Elegant heir; by that which is called the breath,
Of the guys from the board and to form
in the power of the club, however,
who hath been tried faculty, and the feet
of the bath having been crowned,
The words of the Lord;
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
. [homage to Federico García Lorca] .
Glory to the conversion speed, making statements against the tide of lenses he occupies, the most famous of his legs and each other instead of black hair, waiting for the light of the socks, in the same place, the movement of the legs and patrons, do not just do not be afraid of theft. Satan, throughout Asia, spiritually, ***** and nanny early in the morning in defense of team life in the furnace: and. As for the punishment, from the beginning to the end of the laws of people and their use, safety standards for use, etc., their legs, feet and legs, feet, soles, heels, when only I looked at the Spider, and I love the Asian style and I grew up even in the morning in the morning, in the morning, in the morning dead, I talk to you little by little, so this is more of a wedding dress; it was the very breath of Because there is more stupidity, because there cannot be a song of the yellow efforts of Ralph Lauren for the eternal gratitude of the satellites and the companion of the carbine. The awareness of the quality of life. Call such a call. Thick footprints in a bad witch in Asia. Note: the first thing in the world is a child, a teenager who mocks in the morning, in the morning, in the morning, by inlays, and lets the bones be the father of **** me, this is the height and the point higher on the toes." NP is in the eyes of God for a lover, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy! um, the color of the Asian cache look to the harmful actions will be condemned, for example and superior, as well as to those who do it wrong. And the king of ***** takes the hands and takes care of them to fly a few feet ... feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs. Standard legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs, feet, legs , feet, legs, legs, legs Levi, thank God God knows for example, on the edge simply and easily. Really hot and heavy bone shower. Those who walk in shame confuse the living. The fact that I thought that in the morning I could not be the Teacher in the morning, in the morning, so I was even Asian, so there was no Asian schedule, and many of these things had to show the area of consumption of drugs. The number of words of Ralph Loren, yellow socks, family games in the field, like a girlfriend, the developers of Lorca, G., by definition, a wise spirit fights with greasy or greasy fingers. A scholarship on the green TMZ Levi sofa is an adjacent price, archery, horseback riding at a morning party in Leon-Asia, to play with the edge of the zipper and the dead socks, and then in the face of the ridiculous . Are you crazy? And what is the child of a child born to win? Sexually, MLK, and the eyes of Jesus Christ for drinks and drinks for beverages and meditation for women. I know you and you Oh, love the lake of the veil skirt; Relying on the legs, feet, legs, feet of people in particular.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
My father was an eccentric middle aged man.
He collected old paintings and kept and locked them all away in the attic
But there was one painting that My father allowed us to see.
An old painting of a beautiful young woman.
He called it 'Miss Van Loren'.
She was so beautiful.
A polite smile and very dark straight hair.
But her eyes were the most unforgetable.
They were piercing green and alive.
As though able to see through me.
The painting was hanging on the wall in the hall.
Whenever i passed it by i always felt that her eyes were following my every step.
My father loved the painting so much.
But i was afraid of it.
I did not like her eyes.
Years pass, my father passed away.
And Van Loren was still hanging alone on the wall, dusty and old.
One day i took it off the wall and kept it in a trunk in the basement.
She looked deep into my eyes like crying as i closed the lid.
Ever since then i always had nightmares about Van Loren.
She visited me in my dreams looking so angry and creepy.
Let me out... Let me out
One morning i could not stand the nightmares anymore.
I took the painting out of the trunk and hung it back on the wall where it had been before.
But the nightmares did not stop.
She kept coming back.
Let me out.... Let me out
She began haunting me not only in my dreams.
She trapped me into a dark trance and screamt all the time.
I saw her eyes everywhere.
Let me out.... Let me out....
I thought i was going mad.
I took the painting off the wall once again and cast it into fire.
One day i accidentally came across my father's old abandoned attic.
I burst into it to my surprise.
I found dozens of different paintings of Van Loren hanging on the walls, lying on the floor.
Let me out... Let me out...
That very day i sold my father's old house and moved to another town.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 7:23 PM UTC
August 8th... Our 7th grade year.
I bought you a burrito for your birthday.
I didn't know spending $2.50 would change my life forever.
I ruined everything from just saying three words.
I just wish I had it all back, like watching the movie white chicks, and me laughing at you quote the whole movie.
Like playing strip basketball and watch the loser run down the street half naked
Like eating Oreo ice cream until you fell asleep on my chest
What I truly truly truly miss the most?
Going to all your basketball games, sitting with your mom, wearing your jersey, and screaming your name...
But now I sit here with an outer appearance screaming that I'm unashamed...
But on the inside I'm broken and in need of my best friend
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Why are you weeping...
Why are you shivering...
I see the light in your eyes fading away.
Your people are not to stay.
Swiftly you move among the trees.
Disappearing into the silhouette of the night's kiss.
Aalbertje.... My love... My Precious.
The forest is dark and dangerous.
I touched the back of your neck and kissed it gently.
You turned around to see me as i tightened my grip around your neck affectionately.
I saw the light in your eyes fading away as you fell slowly on the ground as i breathed the sweetness of the air.
So slowly into my dark lair.
My face was the last thing you saw.
Aalbertje... Albertje...
Aalbertje Roweinna Van Loren...
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
brown to hide something magical meaning of dreams
For example, if the first-fruits, & bind at the tips with silver, & he fell down upon the minds of the first
& having pulled away from the cause of the skin,
The battle to say that the girls
He became a book, & will not be
comfort; sands' marriage confidentiality
I am, however, might not be altogether
to hide something magical meaning to Brown
& each hold dreams
tip w / silver fell
the first fruits of the minds of men,
A case has been pulled &
the skin, which in battle to girls,
He became a book, & will not be
comfort; s& marriage confidentiality
I am, however, might not be altogether
want to spread the paint on the board;
Russia partnership gale skin window
It is customary to look genius to solve threats
He saw his fingers ask you to park in humans
Reading that talks with Iowa & prom
cops drink glass; Now started to eat
Some small church write
felt overwhelmed foul
One iota high eyes origin stupid english
the peak of nothing so much, & to the
that being the state of, & the care of a calf from there, the game
The walk; filled with the mouse
while there was division in the same place, St. Michael;
Running away from the case;
provisions had friends
Found playing music revolution
Science & secretary general
On the other dorm clinical Loren,
painting teaching of ******* *****
An elegant heir; in that which he is called a spirit,
The guys from the board to form
in the power of the club, after all,
Has been tested by the ability of the feet of the
the bath crowned
The words of the Lord; & a paint spread
force over the board
Russia partnership gale skin tends window
Was not wont to solve the threats search
He saw his fingers ask you to park in humans
He speaks with reading
Iowa has promised to drinking glass cops
Now started to eat a few churches;
To write a small she felt the base was broken,
English fool iota of eyes
origin high
a statement that it is a state which is no more of the matter of
too young to care
the game is a walk out of the rat,
They were filled with conflict, the same place;
Michael; Cases walk away from the field
The bandage food with friends Devices
Playing music revolution
Scientific data and Secretary General
In the dorm alarming clinical Loren,
******* painting learning *****
Heir refining; by that which is called the breath,
Of the guys from the board & to form in the power of the club, however,
Who hath been tried faculty, & the feet of the bath having been crowned,
The words of the Lord;
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
The devil,
The haters,
The girls,
The tweeters,
They label me,
But they can't relate to my stuggle man I came up from slavery,
This goes out to the lies you said about never leavin me,
Cause you're just like Loren in every way I can see,
You dropped the friendship when I did nothing wrong,
Now the only thing that can help me now is city and colour or another good song,
You dropped all we had over some stupid ****
And decided that my feelings didn't madder and that you should quit,
Apologies go out to all of the girls who waited so patiently,
A big thanks to all of the people who prayed for me,
Goodbye to all the girls that left and friend zoned me,
Cause you're all the same,
Lost, mean, and full of shame.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
I ask you,
Please tell me,
If you know,
I have a question,
But the answer eludes me.
So you wonderful people of the internet,
(Oops, there goes the fourth wall...)
This question may not even have an answer.
Wouldn't that ****
Ok, so the question.
To ponder of yourself.
Also, the only really poetic part of this work...
(Is critiquing your work in that work pretentious? I don't know. Anyway, back to the poetic crap. )
What world will will you find,
When you leave this world behind?
And what world will you leave behind,
When you run out of time?
What will children say of you?
What will your legacy be?
Did you use each day by day to do
Something worth memory?
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
In particular, we know that in the early morning hours,
there were breakfast, especially in the early hours
of the American Sheol, Hell, July, and Blue. Women are a gate
and star it. George Kaff Cake in Africa. A whirlwind
from the wall and Elijah's breeze to walk. People
are limiting the genes if they do not want to learn.
Music and Asia, Barbie's Unknown Song of Peace
Jelly & Security, Amelia Jack Vednian's Language
A Woman's Name, A Nightclub In the course of a bedtime,
Electus Brain and decision's image reading Into babies,
angels, fields, Mexican love, and the business can open In the West, particularly in New Warning and Red Colors or the BEAC,
in contrast to Satan's universal method of spreading,
it is possible to understand, understand, and understand
the concept of war once and for all. And is the capital city
and the ashes of a pure and clean soil. Extremely intense heat.
The revolution is deadly and does not have a license.
It is at least two in the world who is the sun,
most of all in Australia. NSIVM Royale, Lauren (Spain)
for gifts, Tahanan are good for their nets Oora (Patricia
Casa Blanca,
100-100 Brazil, Lauren) - 100; Angola, Brazil,
Japan Loren From France, Chavchavadze, Patrick Hill,
and Los Angeles Leader Refugees: Australia, Japan, |
Hong Kong, Paris, Brazil, Canada, Brazil, France,
Egypt, USA, Canada, Italy, Taiwan, Australia
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
Stars.
They shine bright, emitting light to our night sky.
They shine for the people, for us to stare in wonder.
Selfless, loving, and beautiful.
To inspire. To wish upon.
Star.
Loren wanted to be a star.
But stars die too.
They never last forever.
They can only stand for so long.
They give in, imploding into a black hole, becoming something that ***** in everything, turning them into nothing.
If they're ever noticed, they're feared of.
Otherwise, they're forgotten, never given any attention.
Stars die too.
Loren wanted to be a star.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
After dinner
and a brief time
watching TV
Sheila went to bed
not in her parents good books
over her seeing
a boy at school
(her sister Ella
having told tales)
and wearing eye shadow
which she had to take off
which she did
and lay there
she waiting until her sister
came to bed
downstairs the TV
was still on
she thought of John
at school
how they sat
on the sport field and talked
and she wanted him
to hold her hand
but he didn't
she wanted to kiss him
but didn't want
to spoil things
or frighten him off
she pretended
they did kiss
(not that she has
kissed a boy before)
and he held her hand
and hoped that Loren
(the girl who always
talks of boys)
had seen her
and got jealous
and pretended she did
the door
of her bedroom opened
and her sister Ella came in
still awake then?
Ella said
fancy making
Mum's asthma bad
and Dad wasn't pleased
about that
you're lucky he didn't
smack you one
shut up telltale
go and pray to your Jesus
for forgiveness
for being a big sneak
Sheila said
I tell the truth not lie
Ella said
and began
to undress for bed
Sheila stared at her
just sat with him didn't
do nothing
how do I know
what you did
and besides
you are still too young
for boys
Ella said
at least I can get a boy
interested in me
unlike you
a boy would have to need
a white stick and a guide dog
to want you
Sheila said
Ella stood gazing
at her younger sister
then looked at the crucifix
on the wall above her bed
He is the only one I want
and when I am a nun
I shall be His bride
Sheila said nothing
and turned over in bed
and faced the wall
and carried on imagining
John was there beside her
and holding her tight
and was staying there
in her dreams
all night.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated.
It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please.
That was 100 proof sarcasm, in case you couldn’t tell.
Hot days seem to drag-on slowly, like waiting for a microwave or a droning, liturgy. It wasn’t in the forecast but I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear, “Today’s forecast is slow, really slow.”
Let’s start an Internet theory that the atmosphere is thinning or we’re just ants under a magnifying glass.
The finally setting sun left a blood red line under the falling blue dark, like a **** of wound in the skin of young-night.
Once my nightly obligations are done (classes, homework, reading), the silence can seem oppressive. I’m used to the never ending hustle, boiling drama and noise of seven suitemates - so there’s that.
On now empty nights, I’m tortured by the high-beating pulse of youth, and I pace my empty apartment, like someone restlessly waiting for their venti-mocha-latte at a Starbucks.
Can anyone suffer like a young woman left all alone?
Why, oh whomever, must I sip from this deep, bitter, undrinkably salty sea of solitude?
In this, my prime season, why do I only manage to exist?
My needs are in a shameful state of decay.
.
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Cruel Summer by Bananarama
Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox [E]
All That I Need by Ebony Loren, Matthew Ifield & Sebastian Kamae
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
Nicholas Tremulis, Wade Hayes,
two of my favorite singles but rather
obscure next to Paul McCartney
and Stevie Wonder.
Louis Lucas and Ronnie Levick,
rather obscure Bandstanders compared
to Kenny and Arlene and Justin and Bob.
Joe Mota and Ed Perry,
two obscure Illini compared
to **** Butkus and Johnny "Red" Kirk
Loren Tate and Bob Rasmussen,
two Champaign-Urbana New Gazette
sports writers not very known
compared to nationally based sports writers **** Shoop and **** Young
Obscurity vs. fame -
Is it necessary?
Just like
poverty vs. wealth -
Is that necessary?
I just wish we all could be wealthy and famous!
Charles Sturies
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
Insensitivity reigns supreme
At the White House. No, this isn't a dream.
You'd think that one would have more sense.
I guess we can't expect that from Pence.
Two days after eleven died
At a synagogue, shot inside
By an angry extremist--completely hate filled--
Who stated that ALL Jews should be killed,
The vice president, with little regard
For others' beliefs--why's that so hard?--
Introduced a "rabbi" whose views
Aren't respected by practicing Jews
At Lena Epstein's election campaign
In Michigan. Completely insane!
Is Pence defiant, or is he naïve?
Does he not care what others believe?
"Rabbi" Loren has been involved
With Jews for Jesus. They are resolved
To carry out their major ambition:
Converting Jews. Yes, that's their mission.
Many are outraged by the lack
Of sensitivity. Doesn't it smack
Of disrespect, brashness, and cheek--
A real kick in the pants, so to speak?
Do not tell me that reasons abound
Why there were no other rabbis around--
Rabbis whose messages wouldn't collide
With many beliefs of the people who died.
"Rabbi" Loren was there to address
The carnage in Pittsburgh, but also to bless
Republicans wanting a victory nod
From their pro-Republican God.
-by Bob B (10-30-18)
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 7:59 AM UTC