"lula" poems
Marahil ikaw ang mabisang gamot
Na laging naka ngiti at ang noo'y naka kunot
Sana'y lagi kang ganyan at hindi malungkot
At sa dibdib ay wag magtanim ng anumang poot
Pagkat bakas sa iyong mata ang kalungkutan
Na tila dulot ng nakaraang paglisan
Ako'y nagagalak dahil sa iyong katapangan
Na para bang kaya **** harapin ang kinabukasan
"Galingan mo pang lalo" yan aking sambit
Dahil alam kong pangarap mo'y malapit mo ng makamit
Pag aaral ng ukol sa ngipin ay hindi madali
Pero pag-papangiti mo sa ibang tao'y talagang wagi
Para sa ilang araw na walang tulog
Para sa isip **** determinado't may pagsisikap
Kapit lang.
Dahil balang araw ikaw'y makaka ahon
Sa lula ng pasan **** panahon
Nais kong malaman mo'y ako'y galak
Sa ugali **** taglay at sa mga tawa **** walang humpay
Asahan **** sa iyong paglalakbay na lagi akong naka gabay
At unang ngingiti sa iyong tagumpay
At para sa puso **** marupok na minsan ng nauntog
Nawa'y mahanap na nya ang sariling tuldok
Dahil ang nais ko lang naman ipabatid
Ay kung gaano kasarap mahalin at magmahal ng solid
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
Time passes by like a whistle in the wind. Ignored and only observed within the thickness of one's skin. The once gnawing temptation in Lula's eyes were now exchanged in kaput like a dead black swan in the lake.
It grew on her and she can only justify it by moving her legs back in forth and forward with her ballet shoes; she can only obtain her physical through the applause of everyone around her. Yet, there were trickles of blood forming inside her internal wound — as the piano strikes another note in A minor, she can only whisk in pain and undone drafts in her head. "Tis will be over", she raises her head upon the crowds heaping in excitement, she turned around and flew her wings upright and the heads of the audience once more clapped in vain and delirium nonsensical pleasure.
As Chopin's symphony were almost in the last note, she stood straight and made her way to the middle. There, she locked eyes with her forbidden lover and a small smile throughout. The intensity of another Vivaldi's winter classic can be grasp once more and another set up of white swans gathered together — formed a circle and she went in the middle. Her eyes turned black and her wings bleed another tint of jet black and crimson. The crowds awed in reverence and she soared above them. A starlet in the headless crowds and dreary sweet rustle of voices gave her another bliss.
And while she was served aloft, there were another macabre symphony that plays through the soft rough piano; it was a solemn prayer and they were the kind souls going up to the heavens.
"Go on, Salem. Play the winter magic," Salem could only look at his muse and he strike another note, passing notes two steps from their 'haven'.
Lula slowly ripped her wings for the last time and smiled to all the headless men. Her satin dress reveals her plumpy chest and an hourglass body. Lula is a goddess black swan. Men could only forward their eyes and threw her pennies once more and she could only move in her balletic conventional pose. For the last time, she flew with her black tinted wings and they were all beheaded.
The white swans began to sing in a solemn outcry until it became too remorseful. The white swans turned their heads down when they met Lula's dead eyes. Her laugh echoing the whole stadium with its own persona and it is like crawling down into waltz where it reaches their earshot. They can only sing in albeit and expensive heads started to explode.
"Two steps from hell," she sings.
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
Bossa nova, Barcelona, Box and two weeks over,
Music to get hold of,
Newly weds to Right said Fred,
Calypso spot light sun beams down a twinkle baked shoulder to strike a pose.
Bossa nova, what's on, record it,
Promote It with some guile,
He She who stole it,
With limelight their staged arena owned it,
He She dished out the smiles,
They clapped as the show survives,
They danced to each others beat,
Bebop a lula its jive came unique.
Accapella, Bossa nova, Hosanna from the highest,
Bossa nova, a rock n roller, a ballad till midnight,
Encore if you got through the night in hindsight,
Stage Fright had this moment,
What is going on?
Bingo numbers,
Feathers a house!
Bossa nova it aint over till its over as for a starlight it may strike the board with a star face in the sun.
Now maybe, maybe not that's a Bossa nova!
O'Reily@20082014
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
Lula-bye don't you cry
birds are chirping
sounds of your voice
they hear you sing
a tune of a voice
a Lula-bye don't you cry
someone will come soon
mean time
birds at the window
gaze through the window
see the tiny infant
cuddle up in the blanket
what is the tune
infant is singing
is it speaking to what it wants
she or he
maybe
hungry
or
thirsty
mama will be in
soon to hear your tiny little voice
crying away
a melody for
mom
knowing
she or he
is
hungry
thirsty
need of attention
of love
by a mother
hugs of love
by a
mother
is very over whelming
to how the comforts
a
infant
to suss
back to sleep
but first
the
mother checks
infants
before
she
lays
she or he
back to sleep
sing away
the Lula-bye song
comes in many ways
to understand
an
infants
cry
is knowing
the sounds outside
by many chirping
birds
is the
praise to hear
by the infant
it self
knowing
the cradle will rock
calm down the baby
back to it's comfort
a tender little kiss
by a
love
by a
mother
who settle the infant
by a gentle
little rock
back to sleep
until the baby
will cry
a
Lula-bye don't you cry
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
It was June 19th 2013, Tia and Jay just finished their freshman year of high school. Summer was starting and the sun was bursting flare heat into the school. Jay and Tia met a while back in the beginning of school. Bio is when they set it off. “So what are you doing for the summer” Jay asks, “Nothing much, I may juts chill this summer” Tia replies. “Well do you want to go to a water park with me?” Jay says in a nervous tone, “Sure.” They hold hands and walk to his locker. Tia sees Drew at his locker taking out all his junk from August. “Drew what’s all this garbage?” Tia says with a disgust look on her face. Jay replies before drew, “It’s probably just a bunch of game cards lol.” Drew is Tia’s best friend. They met earlier in the school year (English). Drew just gives Jay the look of an annoyed person and gets back to his work. “So Drew wana come to the water park with me and Jay this summer?” Tia says, “I’ll see, I’ll have to ask my mom” Drew says in concern.
After going to everyone’s locker saying the good o’l goodbyes and hugs, Drew, Jay, and Tia walk outside. They meet up with other friends. Trey, he’s the sarcastic funny, smart, out pointer of one of the friends and he always has to carry his art journal. Then theres Boe, he’s just the one they call “old guy” with his fedoras and old fashion coats, always in style. And last but not least Lula, she’s more of quiet and deep dark person. She doesn’t show a lot of emotions like the others. They all meet up with each other in front of the school. “Does any of you guys wana hit the water park this summer?” Jay says. Tia tugs on Jay’s shirt and pulls herself close to his ear and whispers, “You know we can’t invite everyone, that’s too much!?!?,” Jay just looks at her in confusion and tells everyone never mind. “What’s up with you?” Jay and Drew ask. Tia replies in a quite low but annoyed voice, “It’s just” She stops then replies again, “Nothing.” She hugs Drew and kisses Jay and goes on the bus. “She’s hiding something from us” Jay says in a tone of suspicious. “No she’s just being herself” Drew replies and hits Jay on the head with his lunch bag.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
o·cean
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noun
a very large expanse of sea, in particular, each of the main areas into which the sea is divided geographically.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
We all have our demons,
Hateful, vindictive demons
Yearning for just a little sunlight.
Most are worth keeping,
Exciting at that. But are they really worth it
?
I think they are best things to have ever happened to me.
Lula-buying my anger to sleep at night,
Over exaggerating my imagination
Verifying my deepest desires.
Exploiting everyone else's darkest thoughts.
Destroying any emotion coming my way.
Young I may seem but
Old is my mind and
U are my demon.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC