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"muscovado" poems
Ito ng kulay ng iyong puso Ang kulay ng lipstik Na binili ng iyong ina nung ikaw ay tinedyer Ang kulya ng bulaklak na binigay sa iyo sa araw ng mga puso ng iyong manunuyo Hindi babanggitin ang rosas na niregalo sa yo ng kaibigan **** babae sa kampus nang ikaw ay nasa kaibuturan ng iyung kabataan, Ang kulay ng mga di mabilang na mandirigma sa kabukiran Na sumisigaw ng kapayapaan. Ang kulay ng butil sa unang dapyo ng sikat ng araw Sa panahon ng anihan. Ang kulay ng asukal na muscovado mula sa pawis ng mga manggagawa sa azucarera Ito ang paborito **** kulay noon. Sa gitna ng lakbayin na masukal Ginusto **** maging mapusyaw Ngunit ang iyong pag-aalab ay puno ng kulay na ito Sa iyong mga kapatiran sa masa Pagsigaw ng hustiyang pang-ekonomiya Ipagbunyi ang kulay ng iyong puso! Ang sing-init na kulay na nararamdaman mo hanggang ngayon Kahit na pumupusyaw ang iyong kabataan, Nanatili itong kulay ng iyong pag-aalab.
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Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
Pula
Jack ropes and merriopes In solicitous rhyme in fer derilious velope envy implicitous insectuaryan harridannous Ensole brodequins forbearing to lace Trace elements of that remaining empoisonous For failure interred Is succes disinterred? And if so, form where? Where derinferred strands failure unerred By error masked muscovado coloured Breadth Pneumonic, perhaps caustically mate Aerial’d on the glib side of acoustical elimination Veritable under pooh stick discrimination Matte clouds of drab depression ove in An area of low pressure According to yon hypothalamic forecaster. Core has ter Fail lently viola lapidavitious stretch so she as fer ter rousse fer ter kamuskova. An epic Scribbled on der calen. Sole of brevity then being approximately an inch and a Bit minus that Torrent all yendergelpin cleaving The very schism wit! It cynicism Be as may be a pea, no spelling bee entrusted Where? In there? In that jumble of line? Barely knows his lime from his rhyme, or indeed Lime from lime. He’s just trying to fill up that calendrous space And make some sense of it.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Epic Scribbled on a Calendar
this must be the place my father put bread inside the ceramic jar filled with muscovado in the kitchen, where my tiny hands splayed out and stuck to the counters it'll soften it, he says for his lack of affection I took what I could get i must have soaked in Darjeeling for years an unrefined sugar cube too bonded to dissolve like all children that want from their fathers-- I suppose. a little girl peeking over the tile, wondering what other types of things bread could make soft-- her maybe.
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
honey, maple, cane.