"lotto" poems
Ang pag-ibig
Para yang negosyo
Namumuhunan ka
Investment kumbaga
Ang pag-ibig
Para yang lotto
Tumataya ka
Sumusugal sa walang kasiguraduhan
Ang pag-ibig
Parang negosyo
Minsan nalulugi
Kaya minsan, kailangan magsara
Ang pag-ibig
Parang lotto
Madalas talo
Pero muli ka pa ring tataya
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
#112415
At kaya nga ayokong mag-lotto,
Kasi naaalala kong walang pag-asang manalo,
Mabuti pa si Chito,
Hindi nauubusan ng liriko.
At ayokong umasa sa roleta,
Kasi ako yung tipong sigurista,
Hindi naman ako dumaraan sa peryahan,
Moderno nga pala sa'ming bayan.
Hayaan mo, hindi ako mag-aaksaya ng barya,
Papel lang kasi siyang humahagkan sa bulsa.
Sandali, pagkat hindi ako mayaman,
Hindi ka kasi mabibili ng ginto't dyamante sa tindahan.
Paumanhin, wala naman kasi akong pera
Hindi ako magtataya sayo,
Lotto ka nga eh, walang kasiguraduhan.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
"Tagu-taguan, maliwanag ang buwan
Sona-sonahan, madilim na naman.
Pagbilang kong tatlo, nakatago na kayo
Mapagod man kayo, tuloy pa rin ang laban ko
Isa.. dalawa.. tatlo.. Game?"
Pag si Juan ang nagsalita,
Nag-aalitan ang madla.
Pag tikom ang bibig,
Siya'y bulag raw sa maralita.
Pag nilatag ang naplantsa,
Lalatiguhin ng administrasyon.
Pag walang plataporma,
Ihahagis sa bangin ng suhestisyon.
Kalaban pala nati'y ang sariling atin,
Demokrasya nga'y may sapin pa rin sa bibig
Mga bolang itim, saang lupalop ang padpad
Mapait ang kapayapaan,
Dakila ma'y kanilang binabagsak din.
Walang nakatitiis sa bayang nagpapapansin
Masakit nga naman sa bulsa ang tunay na bayanihan
Dugo'y dumanak makamtan lamang ang demokrasya
Sobra-sobra nga lang ang danak ng iilang raleyista.
Sadsad sa suliranin ang Inang tinakwil
Mga anak sa lama'y namasyal pa sa ibang bayan
Hindi na matapus-tapos ito'y pagdadamayan,
Damay sa kurapsyon, damay sa pagtitwakal ng mga Inakay.
Yuyuko na lang ang nasa langit
Pagkat nagapi ang mga tunay na Anak --
Ang lipunang ginahasa ng iilang ganid,
Paulit-ulit na, ang hapdi ng kamusmusan.
May iilang nagtatanong,
May iilang walang pagtataka,
Musmos sa bayan, wala namang pag-usbong
Kaya't iba na lang ang nakikinabang
Puspos sa distansya
Ng kamalian ng nakaraan.
Hugas-kamay ang iilan,
Simpleng hindi batian,
Wika nga ba ng pagkakalimutan?
Parang away-kalye, away-bata
Aso't pusa, sa lipunang
ang hepe'y sila-sila lang din.
Batu-bato pik, naglalaro ang iilan
Bukas tataya na naman sa lotto
At pag natalo'y iiyak na lang,
Bibigyan ng tsokolate,
Pangako para sa matamis na pag-iibigan
Ngunit balat lang pala,
Mapagbalatkayong himagsikan
Tapos, hahanap ng Darna
Pagkalunok ng bato ng kamanhidan.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
Malakas ang bugso ng hangin
Bunsod ng pangangailangan
Bumubuhos ang ulan ng pananagutan
Daluyong, sunud-sunod ang hagupit
Mabuti pa ang kabuting mamunso
Magkakambal lamang karaniwan kung sumibol
Ngunit anong kalupitan mayroon ang kapalaran?
Di na nga makaahon sa dagat ng kahirapan
Ilulubog na naman ng alon ng kamalasan
Bibilangin bang muli ang galos ng panghihinayang
Tatapalan na lamang muli ang sugat ng puso
Ng dahon ng ikmo ng kapaitan
at binulungan ng orasyon ng sama ng loob
Bigo pa rin sa paghihintay ng kayamanang mailap
Litanya ng kabiguan:
Pagkawala ng mga ari-arian..........
Pagka-ilit ng lupa at tahanan..........
Pagkaulila sa magulang..........
Pagkasangla ng kinabukasan..........
Sakuna..........
Tila mga butil ng rosaryo
Walang hanggang pagtitiis
Bukas darating ang maniningil – ng hinuhulugang 5-6
Nakasangla pa rin ang ATM sa ‘Lend Bank’ – di na matubos-tubos
Tinawag na lahat ng santo at santang maaaring utangan
Ng panustos na biyaya –
GSIS Loan, ipanalangin mo po kami
Provident Fund Loan, kaawaan mo po kami
Kooperatibang Malapit, maawa ka sa amin
Bumbay sa palengke, ipag-adya mo po kami
Kubrador ng huweteng, patayain mo po kami
Lotto, GrandLotto, MegaLotto, SuperLotto, UltraLotto,
patamain mo po kami
BIR, patawarin mo po kami
Presyo ng langis, kahabagan mo po kami
Lahat ng ito’y isinasamo namin
Dahil lahat na yata ng kahirapa’y nasa AMEN.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
042522
Sasapit na naman ang pinakahihintay na araw,
At hindi ito mananatiling sagrado magpakailanman.
Lahat ay mabibigyan ng patas na paghuhusga
At mismong lipunan ang syang magpapasya.
Naririnig ko na ang sigawan sa bawat dako ng gintong kompas
Kung saan ang kanilang hiyawa'y pagkakawatak-watak.
Iba't ibang ideolohiya sa demokratikong bansa
Kailan nga ba matatamasa ang tunay na pagkakaisa?
Sa bawat kulay na sinasabi nilang ito raw ang bukas
Ay ito rin ang gumuguhit sa kasaysayang tayo na't makibaka.
Kaya nga nating kulayan ang ating pagdikta
Ngunit sa ganitong paraan nga lang ba tayo kakalma?
Sa tuwing may mauupo sa trono na kataas-taasan,
Paano nga ba ang ating pagtindig
Para sa sinasabing mahal na bayan?
Pilipinas nga ba ang ating pinipili?
O kung saan lamang tayo kampante
Habang nananatiling namamaypay
At abala sa kabi-kabilang pag-uusig.
Iniisip nating tayo'y tunay ngang nasa laylayan na,
Ngunit ito nga ba ang kapeng gumigising
Sa dugo nating makabayan?
At sapat ba ang ating paghiyaw
Na walang hinihinging basbas mula sa Itaas?
Mga bibig natin, paminsan nga'y
Puno lamang ng mga palatastas.
Sapat ba na tayo-tayo na lamang
Ang naghihilaan pababa't paitaas?
Pagkat mismong pananampalataya'y
Nadudungisan ng walang katapusang pagkawatak-watak.
Bayang Magiliw, Perlas ng Silanganan --
Ikaw ang bansang hinirang ng Pagkataas-taasan.
Panatang makabayan, iniibig ko ang Pilipinas --
Sana'y mapaninidigan kita't
Hanggang sa huli'y maipaglaban
Pagkat maging aking hininga'y
Pansamantalata't pahiram lamang.
At hindi ito lotto o binggo,
Hindi tayo nagtataya nang kung sinu-sino.
Ngunit kung sinuman
Ang maging huling sigaw ng bawat Pilipino
Sana tayo pa ri'y magkaisa
Para sa dangal na nais nating isulong.
Ating pagkatandaan na kahit noon pa ma'y
May iisang hindi tayo tinalikuran,
Iisang Pangalan na may hawak ng bawat kapalaran
Higit pa sa bawat kulay na ating tinatayaan --
At Hesus ang Kanyang Ngalan!
Bangon Pilipinas!
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 9:53 PM UTC
Naaalala ko pa yung araw na maging tayo
Pakiramdam ko noon tumama ako sa lotto,
Yung tipong tila ba’y ayaw kong tayo’y magkalayo
Tapos malingat lang hanap na nang hanap sayo…
Lumipas yung mga araw naguumpisa na ang ating istorya
Istorya na hinubog ng pagsubok at pagtitiwala
Mga tao sa paligid ambag sa kwento natin ay iba-iba
Yung iba nakakatulong, yung iba naman nakakasira…
Umabot sa buwan tayo’y patuloy na tumatatag
Sa kabila ng kaliwa’t kanang problemang sa ati’y hinahapag,
Walang sukuan, alitan natin naaayos natin sa loob ng magdamag
Para sa pangakong relasyon natin na sinuma’y di kayang matibag…
Taon na ang binibilang panibagong kabatana nanaman,
Kahit mas tumindi ang bagyo, kaya natin lagpasan…
Kahit minsan, mabigat na, patuloy parin lumalaban
Mga binuo nating pangarap di natin binitawan…
Tumagal pa at tumatagal mas minamahal pa kita
Mas may ngiti at tawanan mapapansin sa ating pagsasama
Ang alitan at problema parang sa ati’y wala na,
Dahil mas malaki na ang tiwala natin sa isa’t-isa…
Patuloy na binibilang at pinagtitibay ng panahon
Pagmamahalan nating di kayang sirain ng bagyo o alon,
Ang pangakong pag-ibig na walang kondisyon,
Ating ipinaglalaban at ipaglalaban KAHAPON, BUKAS, NGAYON!
©2017 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
He strides up to my desk, beaming
like I'm the winning lotto
ticket he wants to rub off in his truck--
"Well, aren't you as cute as a button."
Puke creeps up my throat while
his creased eyes clearly try to
conjure the image of my naked
**** I thought I cleverly disguised
by a collared grandma blouse.
"Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?"
Heart racing from the effort to keep
my mouth shut and my cheeks
pale, I see other people
whisper, widen their eyes
at his use of "cutie" and "dearest"
while he winks repeatedly--
apparently a Morse code for
I'd-do-you-baby.
I practically feel the slime
slipping down my outsides,
but I give him a smile.
-because I have to-
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Alarm clock kicks exhaustion into gut immediately as it sounds
University student jolts into day still dark
20 years later body still too daft to recognize shrill wake-up call as prey rather than predator
US kills Russians in Syria strikes
How to get ready in under ten minutes—life hacks you won’t believe: leave without locking the door, forget to brush your hair, and more
Five reasons breakfast is the most important meal of the day
Trump wants to replace food stamps for impoverished Americans
Snow in the forecast for the next three days
Why is vitamin D important for our bodies?
Sleep deprivation: a student epidemic
I’ve had panic attacks every day for the past three years—here’s how I’ve coped
Accused killer says victim hired him to do it on Craigslist
Want to know how to budget as a college student? Stop buying Starbucks
All she has to do to claim 560-million-dollar lotto is make her name public—she refuses
Signs that your friendship is coming to an end
Lions eat and **** suspected poacher
Tips on how to be successful after college
These are the victims of the Florida school shooting
Binge-drinking on college campuses and escapism: the dangers of drinking to forget
Declinism: is the world actually getting worse?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
It gets... agonizing.
So, very agonizing, and she wonders through the days,
"will it ever end?"
Perhaps, maybe, the divinity of nature
struck down on the undeserving.
A mistake is not a lifetime
but a good portion of it
and deep down she knows she couldn't
but each day regrets her decisions
and rubs lamps on nightstands littered with lotto tickets.
To make matters worse, or better,
all around her are visions of joy,
happiness, love?
And by accepting her fate,
she embraces, and acknowledges,
that the deed was surely done,
and life in death.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
where do they go?
to mountains of synonyms
pushing lilac or purple
or puce or lavender
from valleys
of russet metaphors?
do verbs frollic?
nouns place themselves
before mirrors
asking themselves
"who am I?"
adjectives, do they
answer?
do the long words
most people don't
understand
do they go on
spending sprees
with their
million dollar
Lotto winnings?
do conjunctions
play matchmaker?
or hitch up
boxcars for
the more expressive
poetic engineers
to haul through
the long winds?
ghosts of past tenses
invade present
and mixed metaphors
haunt the nightmares
of learned readers.
gerunds run on
their little wheels
and stuff their cheeks
with prepositions.
where do words go
when they die?
they must hang as
DANGLING
PARTICIPLES.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
I pull up your number
Lucky digits
If I hit it
Will I strike out
Pressing send
Its a gamble
I'm in shambles
Come on baby
Let me win the lotto
-JCM-
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
Ang dakilang pangako… napanindigan ko po
Ang lubusang tukso… nalagpasan ko po
Ang sukdulang sakripisyo… nagampanan ko po
Ang nakatutulirong laro… natapos ko po
Ang minimithing pagbabago… nasimulan ko po
Ang makabuluhang pakikitungo… ipinagpapatuloy ko po
Kaya ako po’y nagsusumamo…
Ihandog Niyo po Tagumpay sa Philippine Lotto!
-06/07/2015
(Dumarao)
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Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
for a year,
I have learned to accept
new additions,
to my family.
I have learned to appreciate
Mom, my life, and you.
You have taught me,
diplomacy,
in the face of Mom's hormones.
You have helped me,
learn to be happier,
and to not let myself sink.
You have made me laugh,
at nothing.
As far as Step Dad's go,
I never thought I would have one.
(Well one that I could call "dad"
anyway.)
But I figure,
your pretty much,
the winning lotto ticket,
in the step-dad lottery.
I Love You Dad....
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC
Lonely nights, lonely nights I’m sick and tired of em
A broken soul left alone just to wallow in
I need someone to rescue me from this painful life
Someone I can depend on anytime, day and night
I used to walk the streets and see all of the happy people
Should I be in pain or just down right lonely? The lesser of two evils
The heartache I’ve felt in my life taught me to never trust another soul
Until I see her walking, she’s so beautiful
Usually I just let em walk right on by
Is it cause I’ve got nothing to give or cause I’m stupid shy?
In my mind I knew if I let her go then someone else might not let her go
I’ve got some words for her, this is what I let her know
(Chorus)
No I don’t know your name
I think ill just call you Ms. Beautiful
Thanks for saving me from the usual
I think ill just call you Ms. Beautiful
I think ill just call you Ms. Beautiful
Yea verse two; verse two is about the happy times
No more late night pity sessions, always crying
Now that I found you, you the best thing I’ve ever had
I promise ill do whatever it takes to make you happy, never mad
And I tell you that you perfect even thought you tell me that you not
And everyday ill make you feel beautiful just incase you forgot
Million lotto, feelin like I hit the jackpot
If love was the sport then baby you can be my mascot
Hard on the outside but baby you hit me in my soft spot
Told my friends to ahead and leave me behind, just me and my girl tonight
Now I don’t feel left behind, I’m feeling just right
She told me “never let me go, hold tight”
I told her we’d always be together like the moon in the night
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 11:41 AM UTC
it's real easy to feel like
we've done it all
wrong
phenomenal fuckyes then
phantasmagoric fear ragers
perpetual pity *******
blood middle knuckle crush
regretful bets hedged
hunched frozen tongues
and pointy unsaids
but sometimes
with mind wide-eyed
and heart roots writhing
I've seen it
way differently
a vantage point
where pushpull face-plants
are winning lotto tickets
because maybe
we were kindling of yes
unable to keep it burning yet
and we would have fumbled it
far beyond repair
I'm fairly certain
our heartfelt invites
to instant cohabitation
would have ended
painfully
badly
traumas tripping
over hair triggers
in a 3-legged race
two smoking pistols
and four red feet
even Hello
seems too intense
to mouth
and from this
particular perspective
I can see how
every decision made in fear
led to whinging karmarang
tied with two strings
I daresay
one day we might
look back with a smile
that it went down this way
because the initial who
were not strong enough
to shoulder the immensity
nor surrendered enough
to float the fragility
of newborn carbon
gossamer whorl
in fact
I push all my chips
toward that
maybe there is
fortune in false starts
we make plans
but I bet The One
has better ones
so I'm pretty sure
we should sit down
and listen
for that breeze
to whisper
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
The year I would turn nine
Charlie Kelly threw his pint over Paul Brennan
in the opening scenes of a new Irish drama
called Fair City. The 25th Dáil was dissolved.
Ireland got its 1st lotto millionaire.
There was talk of mining for gold in Mayo
and Christy O’Connor Jnr
won the Ryder Cup for Europe.
(Years later playing Trivial Pursuit
one of the questions wanted to know:
what profession gets the Ryder Cup? —
a cousin from Carlow answered; prostitutes.)
I was growing through 3rd class
St. Brendan’s National School; Loughrea —
on the other side of Tiananmen Square
another student stood up
as the Guildford Four walked free
after 14 years innocently incarcerated.
While in Germany, a wall
that had been built to divide: separate, fell.
Pushed over by people. While Hungry, Poland
and Czechoslovakia: all said: enough.
The Russians left Afghanistan and in South Africa
Apartheid began to crumble. Pity
it was allowed to even begin.
Iran was ****** off about some book
and on Christmas Day in Romania
Mr and Mrs Ceausescu were executed.
In 1989, the Church of Ireland allowed female priests.
96 people died at Hillsborough.
Haughey was Taoiseach,
Mr. Heaney was conferred
as Professor of Poetry at Oxford
and we qualified for Italia 90.
I was 9 and the only thing I remember
about that year; I fell out of a tree
and broke my arm.
Nov 7, 2010
Nov 7, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
I searched for a feeling that made me feel like a million
Went to hell and back sometimes had to be a chameleon
But when my time to feel it I was rocky road ready
When I saw your hidden treasure i knew dinner was hot and ready
So I step into the abyss deep in your ocean for that buried treasure
When i cracked open your box i found ecstasy and pleasure
My land was ready for you to drop the bomb on it
Had my soldiers ready all protected just in case of crooked mission
You wanted me to Iraq you and sneak up from behind
But I'm cautious so what I give you is hard to find
My friends said I was fraternizing with the enemy
But when your soldier is at attention with a dime piece ain't **** you can say to me
I cooked you dinner while your dessert on the menu
The funny is to me you used to cold like with the flu ha chu
Finger itching finger licking for a taste of that bubble yum
soon as you let me enter it became on and popping like some bubble gum
If you the enemy i surrender my flag to you
what you got is boss no suit and tie but loyal
moscato had me feeling like i hit the lotto
especially when you spread it like butter and show me what you used to ride my bike like Throttle
I'm going all in i hope my soldiers don't shoot quick
I hope she nasty and her intentions is to meet my kids
Round 4 still at war on that kitchen floor
Round 5 we park benched to the subway doors
i love your sweet nectar your bee hive has stung bee
No poison venom just love uncontrollably
I’m deep in your treasure giving you techniques to remember
My Love and Head Games will keep you saying"Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?"
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
This sinking feeling sets,
It feels just like a hole inside your chest.
I know you're thinking,
No, no, no, no, it is easier said than done,
But please let me attest.
I know it's hard.
You're feeling like you're trapped,
But that's how you react,
When you cannot see the light.
But try and see the light.
I'm tellin' you,
No, no, no, no,
You're the only one
Standing in your way,
Just take a breath, relax, and tell me…
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Why do we insist,
On crossing bridges that do not exist?
Let's take these issues
Step by step by step, to work it out,
Day by day by day we're falling down,
But life goes on.
I've got some questions,
Are you sick of feelin' sorry?
Uh huh,
And people sayin' not to worry?
Uh huh,
Sick of hearing this hakuna matata motto,
From people who won the lotto,
We're not that lucky.
Have you noticed that you're breathing?
Uh huh,
Look around and count your blessings,
Uh huh,
So when you're sick of all this stressin' and guessin' I'm suggestin' you turn this up and let them hear you sing it.
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Chin up, quit actin' like you're half dead.
Tears can only half fill how you’re feelin'.
Don't worry, be happy baby.
Stand up, life is too **** short,
That clock is ticking.
Man up, if ya feel me,
Everybody sing it.
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping tell me
Why?
Why worry at all?
Why?
Please tell me why do we worry?
Why?
Why do we worry at all?
Why?
Just tell me why do we worry?
When worry is never helping
I'm not buying what they're selling
So if worry's never helping tell me
Why,
Why?
Worry at all?
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
the Lotto
I bought a Lotto ticket
on the day my child was born
After months of
hope and trepidation
research and preparation
practice and anticipation
dreams and realization
After hours of labor
intense and slow
expanding
contorting
pushing
blowing
crying
My wife gave birth
our child
our life
our future
our union
After days of rest
we went home
and down the road
that he would lead
After days I checked
the numbers
on the ticket
and they matched
the bundle in my arms
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:43 PM UTC
Got lost and stopped by the grotto
struck deals with villains,
and though I'm in my feelings
kneeling and ****** off
I payed to be ripped off
cadences dip, lost the lotto
Watery graves appealing strange
the solution is lame
the parade's an insane path to follow
Radical urchin burden
grifting the current
mechanisms infected
luring fevers to wallow in, ad absurdum
fathom futility in survival
famine imbibes a stifled echo of revival
in my head
I'm just playing dead for my recital
better informed to the abhorrence I'm entitled
feathered in form alluring sword alarm from Michael
clever to wars imparted forcible and vital, to the era
but staring in awe before the cycle
Bearing a maw beneath the throes along the final.
Bury me after my heart
and guard informal notions of the lauded
if calluses lift the filthy and applaud it
whittle the simply to the too intense or lawless
for a history glistening through a rose of sickly fondness
I won't ask if you were listening to all this
but I must admit
I don't think I can trust you
to be honest...
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
I want to win the lotto
I want to win some dosh
I'm fed up of no money
I want to win the lot
I do all of me numbers each and every week
I'm lucky if a tenner comes falling at me feet
they say its one in lots and lots but I don't really care
cos all i want to say to you is I'm a millionaire
been saying this for so long now my mates think I'm all mad
this time its gonna be my night... I am the lucky lad
so when you see some flash new car go zipping by your eyes
you'll know the person in it its me with fortune pie
Ill share all of my wealth with friends and family from afar
a charity so close to me a tear that breaks my heart
a set up for a life of good and free of bills to pay
a golden ticket full of dreams today that is my day
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
Oh Pinakamakapangyarihang Dios Ama
Tagapaglikha ng tao, langit at lupa
Panginoon ng Silangan, Kanluran, Timog at Hilaga
Kailan Mo po diringgin
Ang sampung taon ko nang panalangin?
Pag-ahon sa karimlan ay akin nga bang sasapitin?
Kayraming tao sa mundo ang sadya **** pinagpala
Hinandugan ng kapangyarihan at limpak na pera
Subalit kanilang ginamit sa mali at masama!
Ako na itong alam Mo kung saan gagamitin
Negosyong pangtustos sa pagkaparing nais tahakin
Puhunang tutulong sa mga taong may mabuting adhikain
Bakit ipagkakait sa nais pagsilbihan Ka?
Sa may hangaring tumulong sa kapwa at sa bansa?
Dakilang Tagumpay sa Philippine Lotto sa akin po ay itadhana!
-06/27/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems for Ultimate Victory Collection
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
the word salad stares at me
fearless photons fencing with my eyes:
“the cockroach,
the blind dolphin,
General Custer,
theft by osmosis,
the death at the diner”
and other auspicious beginnings
that pull me to the screen
like daily lotto numbers
I keep buying them, on credit, for pecking
and time are not real currencies
and whatever silver or gold
is there for the mining
hides well behind boulders
placed there by eons
of parsimonious patience
I will never have
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Another haunt is arriving, feverishly fast tonight.
Somehow I managed to delay the feeling, briefly,
as it usually takes the manageable Subway and begins to fester around high noon, but today I skipped lunch,
and the feeling didn't go underground for her mode of transport.
"Maybe I hit the lotto?", I secretly questioned,
and the haunt would forget her requiem, passing over me
like those lucky "Kennedy Husbands" during the sixties' draft.
But I was getting divorced while all the other couples
were on a faster track heading in the opposite direction.
Tonight the haunt is traveling 248 mph,
on the Fùxīng ** bullet train from Beijing to Shanghai, en route to Vietnam.
The conductor yelled, "All Aboard."
and as if that period denoted a punctual mark,
everyone manically crammed into the narrow vehicle.
The first influx of lovely passengers to board were,
Missus Anxiety, Sir Prior Transgressions and Dr. Heartache.
Unlike Dr. Feelgood,
They had been waiting in line from the previous night,
like those idiots for last week’s black Friday sale.
Mr. and Mrs. Payments Past Due cut in front of
Bills Esquire and Judge Job Insecurity,
for the Belmont Superfecta win, I guessed the right horses, just didn’t box my bet.
Congressman Careless and Deputy ******* nearly trampled Senator Surrender on the way through the turnstiles,
while Mayor Moan was flagged by security for groaning
and pulled aside for a pat down and wheelchair inspection.
The Mayor was found to have ******* residue on his sleeve, but legitimate prescriptions for his aches and pains,
so TSA
wheeled him through the crack rocks
Analog veins pump analog blood to my analog heart;
traveling for the journey and not its hasty destination.
My analog heart will eventually be shelved,
as it still salutes the Subway on its journey to my soul,
but like dusting off an old Coen Brothers flick,
my analog heart is still entertaining its vintage tick.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC