"lst" poems
You swell some strain on me,
You, middle kingdom!
Eradicating small detachments,
Of both sailors and marines.
They were ranked on islets and reefs,
With an integer of nine –
There in the island next to me,
I’m sure, you know who Spratly is.
Always wanting such detachment
To be eradicated by your own;
Now stationed
On a World War II era landing ship.
Your toy-ships came near me,
With 9-kilometer of the LST.
“It’s there illegally,”
How adamant that be!
I’ve tipped you off already,
Surely will I stand firm!
Then, you’ve countered me on! –
Opting for the ******** of more skyscrapers;
Those that are on stilts;
Now nearby two Reefs & a Bank? –
Nearby my darling Palawan Island!
“There is no room at all,”
For the negotiation on some point,
You’ve declared.
Oh, here’s my friend, U.S.
Left us with course of action to try;
Everyone calm down,
Be less provocative.
For often, he flies over;
Probing some stuffs.
You are the biggest offender, my friend;
In this dispute, you show no sign of slowing;
Or backing, down.
But hey, I won’t give up!
(9/9/13)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
I have cancer, but that's not what I want to talk about.
Nor do I want to talk about the cold bouncing in
from the sliding glass door of the lobby. (The lst
floor lights give off deceptive warmth.)
I don't want to talk about hospitals, or illness for
that matter because, truthfully, its become a game
of things I'd rather not discuss.
If you have an imagination, you get it.
I don't want to talk about the thirty day hospital intervals,
or the way my heart turns seeing my mother watch her son
soldier through. I can be brave and not feel like talking.
Because why talk when I have you here, next to me, smiling.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
in Honor of my father
He was born in Isle La Monte
In nineteen twenty six
Son of a plot farmer
The soil to plant and mix
He was a good student
A good lad as a rule
In the winter he would trek
Twelve miles to go to school
An IQ test was given
I will not debate
My father came in second
For the record of the state!
He did achieve much excellence
I think you will agree
He paid his own way
To go to MIT
He served his country loyally
He was a navel man
Was ranked at RT-4
On a LST landing craft
He manned the radio towers
And handed up the shells
The Kamakazi dove to ****
In Okinawa's hell...
He is a faithful husband
And a father who's bar none
If my father'd been on the other side
I believe they would have won!
Now he's on the Dream Flight
To Washington DC
And I tell you that his daughter
Is as proud as proud can be!!!
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
I don't know..
What have i done without it..
No light.. no colours..
Things i see..
Would have been like rumors..
Although small..
But part of my beauty..
Is all black..
But shows all colourful..
Yes it is..
My two round eyes ..
I don't know..
What have i done without it..
If you get lost...
Il be full of remorse..
You let me call..
All my pal..
I love to touch..
Coz you are such..
Yes it is..
My cell phone ..
I don't know ..
What have i done without it..
You got me able to live things..
You take me to the world of success..
You give me opportunities
And people's praise sometimes..
You are something
I could never abdicate..
Yes it is..
My lucky pen ..
I don't know..
What have i done without it.
Of all the things i mentioned
Your the one who gets me most addicted
And which i can never abstain
Something which is not dalliance
And will lst forever
Coz only the aroma of yours
Is paragon for me
Yes it is
My mug full of coffee
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
an army of naked sycamores
like skeletons- they march,
for the porcelain forest
reclaiming their art
one leaf at a time
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC