"maam" poems
Ning 'wave' raman ko nimo, dibah maam?
Pero ngano man pud imo ko gireplayan?
Tan-awa naibog na noon ko nimo ug taman taman
Ambot kaha kung ako pa ni mapugngan.
Dili nako tumong sa sinugdanan na ikaw maibgan
Nitext ko sa imo inamego raman unta ang tanan
Kay kabalo ko wala jud kay pagbati sa ako gikan pa sinugdanan.
Pero ambot ngano sa kadugayan ikaw naman ang gipitik ning dughan
Maong ako maingon sa imoha kay salamat
Wala nimo gipasagdaan na ako mata maglurat
Imo gitagaan ug bili ang dughan ko na gikan natuali.
Imo ko gipasulod sa imong kinabuhing walay ali
Tungod ato nasood teka
Nakatext, nakachat, ug matag gabie pa maestorya
Kanindot ba sa niabot na grasya
Pwede ba akoa nalang ka?
Tinood bitaw, walay sagol yagayaga.
Murag binuang pero seryoso ning akong gipangmama
Pero ang tanang pulong na dili kaya isulti sa akong baba
Ako nalang gipaagi niining kabos ko na tula.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
Some say it should go burn in hell
That the money leaves a really bad smell
But hit and giggle
Or **** and piddle
It's here to stay the IPL.
From countries far and wide
Come players with heaps of pride
But if they fail
You'll hear them wail
For there is not anywhere to hide
The cheques books come out
The auctioneers will shout
Some Players get bought
Some others get naught
The IPL now has such clout
The turn-styles are all in clamour
The Batsmen are using the hammer
They go for the big six
Bowlers try their new tricks
So cricket is married to glamour
Should cricket become this glam
When the ball is met with a blam
hit way in the air
didn't see you there
Sorry about that Maam!
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:52 PM UTC
I get Maam-ed in blue jeans and sir-ed in a dress,
so I usually go with my Utilikilt and let them guess.
I despise the social construct that puts me in this position,
and I will fight it until I win or I cannot take the derision.
I could fill multiple volumes with more detail if you want them,
but unless you ask I won't just vaunt them.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
A LAND OF HONEYED-PRAISES,
FULL OF ARROGANT AND PRIDE,
MALIGNANT ONE's,
WITH AN UNCURED~ CANCERS.
A WORDS AND PHRASES
FOR THOSE WHO LOST IT'S SENSE
IN PUBLIC ~SERVICE.
IT'S NOT YOU?
REALLY?
HA!
PHILOSOPHY DOCTOR?
MASTER OF EDUCATION?
MASTER OF PUBLIC SERVICE?
YOUR PORTRAIT HANG ON THE WALLS!
NOT ONE!
NOT TWO!
NOT THREE!
REALLY?
BUT HOW MANY ARE YOU?
MORE PEOPLE, YOUR CONSTITUENT
HAD ALL A DECADES OF
BROKEN~ DREAMS,
THAT SHATTERED INTO PIECES
THEIRS TEARS? IS NOT ENOUGH ...
TO FILL UP YOUR CUPS,
AND EVEN CAN'T ADD UP
YOUR HUNGRY PORSCHE WALLET!
EDUCATIONS MAKES SENSE
RIGHT! CAN'T ARGUE WITH YOU THEN...,
BUT IT ALSO MAKES YOUR FACE~CENTS.
A NECKLACE OF YOU PRIDE,
MY DEAR, DEPED
DAVAO DE ORO EDUCATORS. (Division Office)
OH~SILENT AND ARROGANT
WHY? YOU PERMIT THE BROKEN~CULTURES
EVEN THE TOXIC, GO FAR BEYOND MY LINES.
SORRY, I FORGOT AM NOT A LICENCE, POET.
DID I NEED TO GET ONE?
OR TO PAY YOUR HUNGRY PORSCHE WALLET!
O' COMO'N
SORRY DEAR MAAM, AND SIR's
I LOST MY APPETITE FOR GRAMMARS,
SA , BISYA PA "TULA NI OR DELI"
TO, MY DEAR READER
"NATIVE LANGUAGE"
DEPED~DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
O~ DEAR INSTITUTION
THANKS FOR EDUCATING US
FOR ME TO LEARNED
ENGLISH FOR A WHILE
AH, NOW YOU AWAKEN ME,
OH, MY SENSE OF CAPTIVITY.
THIS, UNJUST INSTITUTIONS
CAUSED VEXATIONS
TO YOUR DEAR GRADUATES,
AND THOSE SPIRITED~ONES.
DEPED ~ DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
ARE YOU AN INSTITUTION OF
UNJUST & UNWISE
GIVING BREED OF CENTS~EDUCATORS?
AH, SORRY, IT HARD TO GIVE THE WORDS
SENSE, OF YOUR INSTITUTION.
DEPED~ DAVAO DE ORO
YOU LOST YOUR WAYS
YOUR MASTER DEGREE's & PHD's
EVEN BLOWN ~UP WIDE.
SIDE -BY-SIDE!
OH~STUPID THINGS
AND THE ARROGANT's
WRITTEN IN THE HISTORY!
YOU CAN FIND THEIR NAME's
IN THE HALLWAY OF GALLERY
AH, COMO'N
THIS IS NOT A POET
OR A SONG EITHER.
WHAT's, IS THIS?!
SORRY, MATE....
THIS IS PART OF ME,
WHO HAVE LOST AND WANDERED.
REALLY?
ABOUT WHAT?
FOR THE DEPED~ DAVAO DE ORO (Division Office)
WHERE? & WHAT COUNTRY MATE?
IN THE PHILIPPINES, MATE.
WHAT NOW, MATE?
JUST NOTHING.
JUST, A HELL OF ONE PROVINCE MATE.
GOOD TO KNOWS,
FOR THEIR ******* MATE.
YOU KNOW, MATE?
WHAT?
SEC. LEONOR BRIONES
IS ONE OF OUR COUNTRY BEST EDUCATOR.
THE WISE~LADY MATE?
YOU RIGHT, MATE!
HOPE, SHE VETTED.
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
Standing at the edge of the cliff
Want to swing but afraid to whiff
Waited too long my bones are stiff
Trying to interpret like a hieroglyph
Over analyze your over analyzations
Embrace all the nervous sensations
Inner voice shouting accusations
Fading and drowning aspirations
Pardon the interruption
As my heart skips a beat
I propose an introduction
How nice of us to meet
Suffering silent suffocation
To finally breathe is a feat
To follow no instruction
An empty blank paper sheet
Excuse me maam,My name is Drifton, and Im really not a threat
But I can see it from your shoes and I know you have to jet
But to me you must see the worse thing in this world is regret
Weighing heavier on me than any imaginable amount of debt
So many things to say and potential memories to create
Yet we will never know as my writing made me hesitate
I watch you walk away with a rapidly racing heart rate
What am I gonna say..start a debate,ask for a date...great
She's gone forever as I fill up with self indulged irate hate
Erase her memory eternally,my spotted minds blank slate
How many times has your soul lead you astray to a mate
Forever Immortalized within these words, a far better fate
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Time to bee invited to Honeycombe
The news of Blues-Bee’s demise had far reaching effects.
The worms had disappeared deep underground
And the fleas had all fled.
Harmony was going to bee restored,
To the happy place it was a long time before.
This was nice to hear for a Bee who was far away,
For he had already lived through The Hive Wars.
He happened to overhear a conversation about a bee one day.
His name was Heroshima and he knew of Humble’s hive.
He heard how it had been attacked and was almost destroyed,
But fortunately The Queen had survived.
Blues-Bee had hired a group of ***** rats,
But try as they might the bees never succumbed to the attack.
One night Heroshima said this bee has been through enough;
Bring him to me. His hive is welcome to move in with us.
There is plenty of space, so make haste with the messengers.
Go find this Humble B. Bumble, wherever he is, never mind the danger.
Tell him about us and tell him he should come to bee with us soon
And he will bee welcomed always into Honeycombe.
So bees were sent out and eventually Humble was found.
He didn’t want to go; he wanted to go home,
But the bees were insistent and gave Humble a crown.
This is a sign of our loyalty to you.
Come live with us in Honeycombe as a King; you can start anew.
Your Hive are all welcome to join us too.
Humble took the crown and said thank you friend.
We will take a look around
And then placed the crown on Bee Bee’s head.
I guess this belongs to you, Love.
Oh no sir, it is yours. You have been so good.
You are to bee made a King and you may choose your Queen.
I have no need for a title; I already have all that I need with Bee Bee.
Then neither do I said Bee Bee throwing it away.
But sir! But maam! You have no idea what that crown is worth!
We have no wish to rule your domain anyway.
Let all bee’s bee equal and rise from the dirt.
You shouldn’t bee throwing it around.
It is made from the finest honey.
Then you can have it, take the crown,
I already have my honey, buddy.
Humble held Bee Bees hand and said lead the way…
I will just fetch the crown first sir. Ok?
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
March, 1934, Fort Worth, Texas.
Late, nighttime, when dad pulled into the gas station shortly before it closed. Another car was there as well. A nice looking young man with dark suit and tie, was standing at another pump. In the passenger side, sat a pretty young lady, both he and she appeared to be in their mid-twenties. They exchanged greetings as folks usually do, then dad proceeded to reset his pump( had a crank to turn to reset those pumps to zero, and a metered glass bulb filled with gasoline sat atop the pump. The level, of course, would decrease to show how much fuel was being purchased.)
The young gent completed his task, hooked the pump nozzle back to its base and walked into the office to pay for his purchase. Dad, standing at his car smiled at the young lady, who patiently waited for her boyfriend, or husband, to return. They made small conversation, "nice night isn't it", she said, "yes maam, it is", dad replied. About that time the young man and the station manager came out of the store and walked together, to their car. As the young man opened the door to take his place behind the wheel, he turned to the station manager, "Everett, give us about twenty minutes then call the police and tell'em I was here, I don't want you getting into any trouble." "Will do, Clyde" the old man replied. As they slowly pulled away, the pair gave dad a short smile and a wave. It wasn't until they drove out of the station and disappeared when dad realized with whom he had just spoken, "face to face."
On May 23, 1934, Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker were ambushed and slain near the Texas-Louisiana state line by a posse of law enforcement officers, ending one of the most publicized crime sprees in U S history.
As my father said, "You never know who you're talking to! Just another 'guy', filling up his car."
(No, dad didn't wait around for the arrival of the police)
r riddle: March 26,2016
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
oh my gosh oh"is that what ur saying sir? umm excuse me but thats just not me, i always say the lords name in vain. and all the subliminal marketing of your consumer artistry is making meweak an gag, im puking out all over in the bathroom upstairs past the solid maple tables past the circle murals in pairs who is there going to hold onto my hair when ur busy drooling about grandfather clocks high as **** doppelganging 2 levels flourished below me all the tans and the colors of the north arre closing in where everyone and everything are turning into furniture store manikins stubborn geriatric commercials with one foot already on the conveyor belt to heaven and i just stand here and put the chips in, wrist here maam, forehead here sir just lift up your skin, living memory card into your left hand so u cant forgot all the horrible **** that u did, and ur on your way again back from indecision wht the **** else could u invest everything you worked for in, i can tell you
where to place your last faith in, you are going to die, people tell me laughing almost every-time so what the **** is the point of warranting anything, invest in a quality product that completely dissolves your thought process and rockets you into purgatory, where all the other good spirits are prostrating begging to be inventoried all the dead fathers and husbands and all other price tags shes still floating on that ocean signalling ships in with her omens and they are driving into the rocks just to hear a second of her laughing
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
calls me into her office
white business owner boss,
"My daughter wants to have a baby with a black guy. What do you think?"
Mixed race me,
"Well its pretty complicated..."
white business owner boss,
"But they are so cute and the skin tone is so nice."
Mixed race me,
"I think she should first make love with me on your desk and then move from there."
white business owner boss,
"Ok great! I'm giving you a 50 cent raise."
Mixed race me,
"Wow! Thank you sir...I mean maam. When can I get started?"
white business owner boss masogynist,
"You know how incestuous (excessively close and resistant to outside influence) we white family business owners are? I want to cheer you on and make sure you make her happy. Or else!
Hehe. I might even want a turn."
crickets...
and the crowd goes wild
which is the employees,
"Oh my gosh! This is incredible! I think he is going to get workers comp!"
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
Since the day I was born,
you have always been there.
Showing me love,
showing me that you care.
You have watched me grow up,
into the man that I am.
You taught me my manners,
to say ''please'' and ''yes maam''.
It has been a long road,
it's been curved and rough,
but you always stick by me,
and you never give up.
So now I’m thinking back,
to when I was so small.
With you watching Godzilla,
and the cyclops in Krull.
Laughing hysterically,
at the mangy king kong.
Hiding my face in your shirt,
when chucky did wrong.
The hours and hours,
of pitching skills taught,
and the bruises and swellings,
that each lesson brought.
So many memories,
that you have given to me,
and an outlook on life,
that few others can see.
You are the mother,
every child wishes for.
The one I show tears to,
my best friend and more.
So to the mother I love,
I just wanted to say,
that you've made me so proud,
to be your son every day...
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was white as snow
But Mary was a greedy maam
And killed the lamb for doe
She took the money she now had
Awash with blinded insanity
Oh! Mary you didn't just **** a lamb
You killed the whole of humanity
Fool!
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
This is not a time to celebrate,
although do reverberate
in the goodness of mother all around.
But this is not a time to celebrate for nothing,
so lost child find your feet upon the ground.
This is not a time for drop in and drop out
or a “yes please maam” to that sugar coat
worn upon the folds of this bittersweet reality.
This is not a time to deny the divinity
or to choose not to see
where our prayers and actions are called and needing.
This is...
a time
to listen to the ones who are bleeding,
who are pleading,
Their prayers out into the open,
like water from a vessel which has broken.
This is the time
to listen to the windy songs of spirit,
and the voices bare-boned howling,
and the belly's growling.
This is a time to know.
To know how to grow!
No more justifications or hesitancy
when the truth is blatantly
crying for us to hear!
This is not a time to laugh at or mock the greater flock!
This is a time to stand in unity,
to stand in solidarity.
This is a time to follow the pulse of our beating heart...
….....Stop to listen.......
This is a time to feel the earth
just like how she feels us.
This is a time to honor and respect.
This is a time to accept
the salt of our tears
and the strength in our rage.
This is the time,
So may we kneel with our knees upon her forest floor,
And in silence may we pray,
may we say
a final goodbye to this rotting cage.~~~~
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
I went out for a walk
The other day
9 in the morning
The breeze in the heat felt like grace
Def Leopard in my ears
My mind a million miles away
When I saw a woman
Walking my way
She was taking out the trash and
Something burned in me
This short fragile woman
Shouldn't be out in this hot degree
I said "maam, I can take that for you"
And she offered to pay me
That proposition blew my mind
I laughed and said that's not necessary
She told me about her husband and
How it's been 4 months since he's passed
I said "I'm sorry to hear that"
She said "livin alone's been pretty bad"
She talked about how
He never raised his voice, not even a bit
Every morning before he left for work
He brought her breakfast in bed
They'd been married for 43 years
20 years her elder
She said she wouldn't find a man
Who could treat her any better
In that 30 minute talk
I felt like I lived her life with her
It's amazing the impact people can have
If only we would reach out to help another
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Silent as the sky above,
never did she know that she was loved.
Brooding all day and night,
night times mostly spent in fright.
Humming a song of her people though,
a weeping widow would calm her down,
'Mom, I'm fine!' she would always scold,
100 Acre woods had only 2 sounds.
A charming price with a silver sword,
a debonair man with a lions mane.
Any moment now would knock down her door,
and sweep her off her feet away.
10 hours turned weeks and weeks turned months,
the imbecile never showed,
poor little girl keep humming her tune,
and cleansed all of her abode.
The mother grew worried now for the facts she truly knew,
Prince charming was, but a myth she weaved, for her princess to sleep,
No life is lived with a broken heart, she convinced herself to confess,
told a final tale and said, she knew she'd made a mess.
Unable to believe a betrayal from
a women she called her Ma,
packed her bags, picked up her things,
and took off really far.
Two days later the doorbell rang,
a handsome lad pushed through,
'tell me where my love hides, maam'
Was he really true?
She recited the tale of lies she wrote and
failed to mention one thing,
for she ever had a daughter who ran,
Ma silently slipped on his ring.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Let me be your everything when everything is nothing
If you leave me alone my brain will grow faulty
Open your heart, let me replace your ventricles
So our feelings will be mutual & our love will be identical
Let me be the handkerchief that wipes away your tears
Let me be the guts that chase away your fear
I'll always be there when no one else's fair
And I will cleanse your heart from troubles if you'd allow me to get in there
Let me fill the hollow in your heart, so tomorrow there'll be no sorrow
Let me be the shield that protects your heart from arrow
I'll be your armour when the whole world is against you
Let-me in your world and I'll always make your sky blue
Promise to be my Juliet and I'll always be your jude
I'll be your guardian; maam you don't need bulletproof
Every time I look into the stars; your eye is all I see
My nerves are paralyse, only your touch is what they feel
Your love has no limit; it's wide and infinite
I can't describe how wide it is; it's like ocean atlantis
Baby I swear that I'll be your umbrella
I'll be your hit sweater; in rain or harsh weather
Your home is in my heart; make me your house shelter
Stay with till the end; when there's less or more cheddah
Look through your inner eye; you'll see that I love thee
You'd reason I'm alive; if you logout of my life then you'll see that I would not breath
Let me be your Adam; promise to be my Eve (the best bone from my rib)
If you let me in your hear; and I'll never leave
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC