"nato" poems
Kon wa nay gugma nga mahikaplagan ko
nganha sa pagsubang sa adlaw sa kabuntagon,
dili angay gayud nga ako, ikaw mao ang basolon
kay anaa man gud ang kasaypanan kanako.
Ako ang kapakyasan sa mga matam-is **** damgo
ug usab usa ka uyamot nga gani gipaminsar mo,
ang dila ko man nagasulapid sa imong gipamulong
kon mao na kini ang kaputlanan, ako nga dawaton.
Kon wa nay gugma nga mahikaplagan ko,
gikan sa kasing-kasing **** gayud mapaubsanon,
dili angay sa imo ibasol mga kaluhaan
kay ang tunhay nga kalipay wa mo natagamtaman.
Apan ang kagahapon pagahatagan sa pag-amping nako
aron di mawagtang bidlisiw sa paghinigugmaay nato,
wala mo man namatyagan mga pag-antos ko karon
ikaw gihapon, biskan wa nay gugma nga mahikaplagan ko.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 6:33 AM UTC
Masyado kitang minahal
AT masyado mo rin akong minahal
Dahil sa masyado nato, Masyado tayong nasaktan
Kailan nga ba nagsimulang maging lason … ang masyado nating pagmamahalan?
Sa nakaukit sa aking memora’y nahulog ako sa napaka tamis **** ngiti,
Ang mga mapang-akit **** titig at ang napaka lamig na boses na binubulong ng yong labi
Nang ako’y iyong ligawan masyadong mabilis mo akong napasagot ng oo
Kasi napaka laki naman ng amats ko sayo
Kaya nagkaroon agad ng isang “tayo”
Tayo ay nagtagal…. Masyadong nagtagal
Na tila masyado nang napuno ng “tayo”
Nakalimutan na natin ang para sakin at sayo
Masyado nang naging masikip
Bumuo tayo ng napakaraming mga pangarap
Para sa ating hinaharap
Kaya masyado nitong kinain ang ating panahon
Ang dugo at pawis nati’y nilamon
Masyado tayong naging kampante
Na palaging nariyan ang isa’t isa kahit sa oras para sa kanya’y nagkulang ka na
Masyado nang naubos ang ating lakas
Upang mabuklod ang ating bukas
At di na natin namalayan na ang ngayon pala’y naging masyado nang marupok
At ang ating tayo’y.... unti-unti nang nalulugmok
Hanggang sa naging madalas na ang paglabas ng mga salitang nakakasakit na
Ang paglakas ng mga boses na nakakabingi na
Masyado nang naging madalas ang pag-aaway sa kokonting pagkakataon na tayo’y nagkikita
Masyado nang dumalas ang pagtatanong kung bakit pa?
Kung ipagpapatuloy ko pa ba...
Dahil masakit na
Masyado nang dumami
Ang rason ng aking pagsisisi
Hanggan nasabi ko sa aking sarili
Na tama na
Ayaw ko na
Kasi napakasakit na
Masyado kitang minahal
AT masyado mo rin akong minahal
Dahil sa masyado nato, Masyado tayong nasaktan
AT ang sakit nato’y gusto ko nang makalimutan
Kaya hanggang dito nalang ang pag-ibig na binuo ng Napaka at Masyado.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Unom ka bulan na ang nilabay
Sa unang pag wave nako sa imo ug pag HI
Akong kasakit, kagool, ug kalaay
Napulihan sa ngisi, pagkakita nako sa imong reply
Nakahinomdom pako sa una
Moving on ko; naay nagparamdam sa imoha
Abi jud nako ug kamo nang duha
Apan sa dihang gi-ghosting ra diay ka niya.
Mao to, niulpot akong kasingkasing sa kalipay
Paramdam dayon ko, wala nako nagdugay-dugay
Nagahamdom na mapansapin nimo ko bisan gamay
Ikaw naman gud ang gipangita sa akong kasingkasing kanunay
Dalawampu, baynti, o twenty
Bisan paman ug unsay tawag nato niini
Para sa ako adlaw ni na naay dakong bili
Sa atoang panaghinigalaay, mao ni atong monthsary.
Karon, boot nako isulti sa imoha pag usab
Na ako, dili magbag-o sa akong mga saad
Dili teka biyaan, tinood ni walay sagol ilad
Ubanan teka ug dili nako buhian ang imong mga palad.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
Too long this rot has run its course, too much the damage done
When men deflect acknowledged glance, they know that wrong has won.
Across this land and far afield the wrongness seeps within
And pride becomes a memory through distant halls of spin.
How can we bow to tyranny, how can we shy away
From that which causes eyes to slide.... and coaxes will to sway?
To tolerate the bombast, the bullying, the lies
Succumbing to a hopelessness, which, both we despise.
Division in the nation, uproar in between
A man and wife’s contention-ness beyond what should be seen
Brothers loathing brothers, silence in the room
Where a word uttered wrongly can erupt to screaming soon.
Allies left in tatters, trust is cut to shards
Tariffs injudiciously, imposed to **** the cards.
International uproar, industry in strife
Teetering disastrously when NATO flees the knife.
Putin sits and rubs his hands, hilarious the show
Disorder and disharmony to lubricate his glow.
Beijing sits inscrutably, always opportune
Manoeuvring judiciously, in place, to call the tune.
America, the isolate, sails away to sea
Blondini, at the helm, wears smirk indulgently.
M.
The White House
HAMILTON NZ
12th July 2018
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
kay naipamulong mo naman,
nga ang atong gugma hantud dinhi nalang gyud taman,
ug diri na gyud siguro mahuman,
pastilan pag-kailara nako sa imong "gugmang walay katapusan",
Usahay magkatawa ko nga ako ra usa,
Maghinumdom samga saad mo nga ikaw ug ako ra,
hangtud sa katapusan ug wala na gyud lain pa,
apan karun asa naman tika pangitaa?
nganung ania napod ko karun nag inusara,
sa matag gabii magahilak,
nga daw bata nga bag.ong anak,
pero wala kay madungog nga kasaba,
tungod kay ng kining kasing kasing ang gahilak,
dapat nalang gyud nakong dawaton ang kamatooran,
nga dili gyud kita ang ginapili nga magdayon ug mag uban,
hangtud sa katapusan,
sakit nga pamation ug pamaladungon,
nga ato lang gisayangan ang mga hinaguan
dili ba nga ikaw bisan unsay mahitabo
dili man gyud unta kita dapat nga magkalagyo
nisaad paka nga muabot gyud lagi kita ug anibersaryo?
dili ba nga ikaw sa ginoo akoa man nga gipangayo
pero karun nganung ang pagbiya na kanako mao naman ang imohang hangyo,
nagtuo pa ako nga ang gugma nimo kanako bulontaryo ug dili lang diliryo,
mga gibati ko karun ga sagul sagol, adunay kalipay ,
kasakit ug naapoy kaguol,,
pero bisan kausa wala ako gabagulbol ug gabasol,
siguro sakto na ang gamay nga higayon na ikaw sa kinabuhi ko nagpaduol,
buhian ko naba ang tanan natong gihuptan?
kalimtan naba tika ug dili na gyud hisgutan?
dawaton nalang ba nako nga kanimo dili gyud ko angayan?
imo naba akong biyaan tungod lang kay naa ako'y apan?
o naana bakay lain napili ug imoha nako nga ilisdan?
magkita nalang siguro ug balik didto na sa ikaduhang kalibutan,
isaad ko nga dili ug dili tika hikalimtan
didto sa ikaduhang kalibutan ikaw akoa nga atangan.
kay didto ang gugma nato wala nay katapusan
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
Kaniadtong mga bulan nga migo ra tika,
Kalipay na nako ang maka istorya ta.
Sa mga adlaw nga imo ra ko awayon,
Akong kalag nag agik-ik sa ilalom.
Sa mga oras nga ikaw galisod,
Kahinumdom ba ka nga naa ra ko?
Nitulo akong luha para nimo,
Ug misakit akong dughan alang kanimo.
Basin sakto gyud nga sa sinugdanan,
Diha ra maayo ang mga katawhan.
Sa mga tawag nato nga nagpainit sa dughan,
Ni abot ta ani karon nga murag gi kuriskurisan.
Oo, gihigugma nato ang usa'g usa,
Gugma nga lisod na pangitaon aning panahona.
Pero kining gugma nato akong gi pas-an,
Sama kang Atlas nga gi pas-an ang kalibutan.
Dili ko gusto mupalayo kanimo, langga,
Apan ang kasakit di na nako kaya --
Higugmaon nalang tika sa layo,
Ikaw akong pangandoy, ug ikaw ako i-ampo.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
Some times tremors of foolish wise thoughts,
pass man's mind like waves of earth quakes
across the muscles of unsuspecting earth,
to day one of the type has visited my brain,
i ask myself why John F Kennedy committed suicide,
with all the resources and riches in America of Kennedy's time,
The FBI, CIA, NATO and the shrewd Mozart, the security masters
of the world's vogue all guarding the Kennedy the president,
how came that the public imbecile had claim on his life,
money overflowing like the waters of River Congo,
into insatiable Atlantic basin is the simplest measure
of American riches that Kennedy headed at his time of demise,
full backed with intellect matchless muscle from study of history,
eloquent like the weaver birds of Uganda in the city of Mbale,
sending all packing in the likes of Nehru, Nyerere and Nkrumah,
perhaps subdueable in single phase to the mighty of Castro,
how comes that a madman killed Kennedy in the fullness of the day,
was it the invisible hand of the Ku klux **** Synagogue of Satan or Freemason,
the death of Kennedy is none other than beautiful suicide
or the active curse of fate, misfortune and violent death.
Why Nkrumah died out of power was political suicide,
his knowledge of the world set African pace,
towering mentally above all else in the chronicles of consciesism,
he stood like a tor on the African mountains against Senghor
Why Colonel Afrifa putsched Nkrumah is none else
other that suicidal politics played at helm of power.
why Tom Mboya died is suicide of suicides
to believe that reason can overwhelm ethnic sentiments
in a tribal consciousness of country like Kenya
in time of Kenyatta,
to foolishly conceive that Kikuyu can assassinate a Kikuyu
was Luo foolishness of that particular century,
it is Mboya who bought the gun that shot him dead,
it is Mboya who bankrolled his own assassin
he brought to the world political suicide of the century.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
Dili na mapugngan ang gugma
dughan nato wa na nag duha-duha
gikalimtan na ang kaugalingon
andam ihatag ang tanan sa imo
Basta naay ikaw ug ako
Ang selos dili gyud mapugngan
Bisag walay man tay hinungdan
oh Pagsabot raman ang kinahanglan
Aron atong gugma way katapusan
Basta naay ikaw ug ako
Lantaw na makalanay
Nangurog sa kalipay
Dugay ko ng gihandom
nga ikaw akong maangkon
(Ayaw unta paasaha
Kining akong gugma
Kanunay gahandom
Bisag way pag laom)
Basta naay ikaw ug ako
(Lantaw na makalanay
Nangurog sa kalipay)
Basta naay ikaw ug ako
(Dugay ko ng gihandom
basta ikaw maangkon)
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
On the day Liz Taylor died,
CNN called Larry King
out of retirement to
eulogize her during
the mornings
breakfast segment.
Tears were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
TEPCO stated that one
of the Fukushima nuclear
reactors was on fire.
Tears of cataclysm
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
government officials warned
that Tokyo's water was
contaminated with
radiation and was not fit
for infants to drink.
Tears of anguish
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
the crew of the
USS Ronald Reagan
scrubbed the deck
clean of TEPCO
radiation.
Tears of worry
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
Oregonians rushed out to
buy potassium iodine
tablets to counteract
radiation poisoning.
Tears of affliction
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
NATO forces continued
to fire missiles and drop
bombs on Libya.
Tears of agony
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
a terrorist bomb exploded
in Jerusalem, killing one
and injuring many.
Tears of vengeance
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
the Syrian Army fired on
demonstrators
calling for reforms.
Tears of hostility
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
The USA Today reported
that during the past decade
the population of Detroit
declined by 25%.
Tears of loss
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
a dilapidated brownstone
in Philadelphia collapsed;
city officials expect
many more to occur.
Tears of distress
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
President Obama cut
short his Latin American
trip by skipping a tour of
Mayan ruins.
Tears of dismay
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died
the Dow Jones Industrial
Average closed
up 67.39 points.
Tears of joy
were shed.
On the day Liz Taylor died,
Elton John dedicated the song,
Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me
to the memory of his departed friend.
Tears were shed.
You Tube Music Video:
Elton John,
Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me
Lewes DE
3/23/11
jbm
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
It is not without remorse that I watch you suffer though I tell myself it is for the greater good.
Help would be delivered with a smile if you had an offering but alas you have none.
We commit to making this world a safer and more prosperous place, it grieves us to watch as systematic ****** takes place.
What's the word? Oh yes genocide!
But as the man says 'if you can't pay then we don't take it away'.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
Myanmar
Half a million people thrown out of their country
the silence of our guilt is the weight of shadows
when we unforgiven do nothing to help the people.
To defend them with UN troops, or for that matter
give NATO, a none political role, to stop this inequity.
Myanmar is so far from Europe and the Rohingya
people so primitive and they have no famous writers.
We know nothing of their music, the weight of our
silence is darker than the night.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
Mahal naalala mo pa kaya ang mga panahon nakahawak ang mga kamay natin,
Nung dating tayo nagmamahalan at ako lang mahal mo.
Nung mga panahon hindi pa tayo nag sasakitan.
Nung sakit na hindi ko nadama ngayon pero AKO NGA LANG PALA NAG MAHAL SA RELASYON Nato
Naranasan ko na naloko,nasaktan,at naiwan.
Nadito ako sa punto sa buhay ko kung saan naiisip ko na sumuko
Pagkat gulong gulo na ang aking isipan.
Kung ipaglaban pa ba kita?
Umpisahan **** paniwalain ang sarili mo na hindi ka naman dapat lumaban.
Hindi totoong mananalo ka sa digmaan dahil sa umpisa palang ako nga pala nagmahal sa relasyon natin dalawa
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
ALERTS TO FINANCIAL AND MILITARY THREATS IN 2012 EUROPE
By John Cleese (British writer, actor and tall person):
The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent events in Syria
and have therefore raised their security level from "Miffed" to
"Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to
"Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not
been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran
out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to "A ******
Nuisance." The last time the British issued a ****** Nuisance" warning
level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.
The Scots have raised their threat level from ****** Off" to "Let's get
the ******** They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they
have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.
The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror
alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France
are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent
fire that destroyed France 's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing
the country's military capability.
Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly"
to "Elaborate Military Posturing." Two more levels remain: "Ineffective
Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."
The Germans have increased their alert state from "Disdainful Arrogance"
to "Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs." They also have two higher
levels: "Invade a Neighbor" and "Lose."
Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat
they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.
The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy.
These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish
navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.
Australia , meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries" to
"She'll be alright, Mate." Two more escalation levels remain: ****** I
think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!" and "The barbie is
cancelled." So far no situation has ever
warranted use of the last final escalation level.
A final thought -" Greece is collapsing, the Iranians are getting
aggressive, and Rome is in disarray. Welcome back to 430 BC."
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
Fighter jets in formation
Above Ekeberg Hill
Remind me of years
Spent on airbases
During my time in the
Royal Norwegian Air Force.
I was stationed at NATO's
Northernmost base during 9/11.
Minutes after plane #2,
I was upgraded to
NATO Top Secret
Clearance.
Given live ammo for my P80.
Witnessing the colonel's
Marlboro Light shake in his
Usually steady hand as I
Approached; MSO briefcase
Handcuffed to my wrist.
There were papers inside
I was expected to
Die for.
I was 22.
Not even the police carry
Firearms in this country.
Not even the police are expected
To give up ghost over information.
For a nation of such ******
History, we maintain a mellow
Attitude.
We choose peace over "piece".
Gun-sense over violent nonsense.
Naïve? Maybe.
There are nearly no shootings here.
We've had one lethal act of
Terrorism since WWII.
We can live with that.
Literally.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
*Found on the date of nine – two – three – two – oh – one – seven -
Barely more than one month after the grand eclipse of heaven
The revised twelve stars of Leo crown the head of the ******
In her land of milk and honey, her labors merge in.
Jupiter encircles the womb while within the Holiest of gastronomes.
Mercury, Mars and Venus conjoined with Leo’s nine making the dozen.
Seventy-five days prior the New City’s Trumpet has merged with Put In
Calling for Levant’s retribution which will divide ancient Ebian within.
The Virgin’s head newly crowned with the temporal twelve stars of Leo,
At her feet quiver the sun and moon awaiting the arrival of Palladio.
She being with child cries in the pain to deliver.
The earth quickens the mystery in perfected position, as both quiver.
Nine months prior the consummation completed by NATO’s resolution
Casting out the promised land – this is real – this is not the imagination.
Jubilee last appeared on the eave of the six day war
Marked by half centuries, Jubilee returns this year once more.
The revelations of tribulation are set by a single star that does always appear
Every two thousand years and four thousand years ago it founded Israel.
Two thousand years ago this same star led the three kings to the king of all kings.
This star is visible for two years and appeared in September two thousand and fifteen.
And yet another sign appears in the heavens: behold a great fiery Red Kachina
Having seven followers and ten outcasts with seven headbands in the arena.
The Red Kachina drawing in a third of the stars, hurling them toward the earth.
This Kachina standing at the Virgin’s feet waiting for her to give up the birth.
The Red Kacina’s vile evilness waiting to consume Jupiter’s birth failing
To devour the newborn who is to lead all nations with a rod of iron.
But the child remains in the heavens with it’s mother to feed grazed
By the Red Kachina for one thousand two hundred and twenty six days.*
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
NATO confiscated my calculator as a weapon of math destruction
Or
Matches to a pyrotechnic cartographer are weapons of map destruction
Or
Moth eggs in the wardrobe are weapons of mac destruction
Or
Nuclear bombs used in warfare are weapons of mans destruction
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
How a humble son of Scotland
Fought to enviable height
First a paratrooper captain
Then as a British knight
This witty chap from Glasgow
Loaned himself, a decorated past
From Distinguished Service Order
To NATO's advisory cast
As the press took him in notice
His wiki posts drew no pity
As with his tale of valour
He was defamed: "Sir Walter Mitty"
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
He told his sister to feed the dogs,
His twin sister; Sophia Bogvoskya,
As he was to take out the herds
Of horses, sheep, donkeys and cows,
Out to the plains and hill land for grazing,
She never took a **** she locked herself,
Up in the ante chamber of the main house,
She took the mirror and began looking
At her beauty, Russian model beauty
She began picking her nails,
As the dogs were starving in the sheds
They whined but no succor came forth,
A fiat that coincided with arrival of ogres,
The great Western Ogres, the tongues wagging,
They had a plethora of eyes and mouths,
Noses and ears, limbs both hind and fore,
They ate all the young sheep,
They took away Putin’s young brothers
Crimea and Ukrainian, both were taken away,
By the ferocious NATO ogres they were taken
In a whelp and desperate kicking for freedom,
Dogs stood aloof as ogres thrashed Sophia
Into thin lacerations of red flesh,
They ate as they roared with laughter,
Then they went away with their loot,
Vladimir came back home, found nothing
No sister, no brothers no sheeplings,
Only two white sepulchers glared at him,
The graves of his mother and father;
The former cooks of Lenin Vladimir,
He mourned and mourned grievously,
Then he sang a dirge of his forefathers
From the herculean land of Bosnia,
And also Moscow, he dirged;
We were born in the wee of the night,
When the bear is whelping,
And we were suckled by the Tigre
When our mothers were taken slaves,
For no man or creature
Will ever make us victims
Nor subjects of fear,
He recovered from the moment
Trial some moment of loss and bereave,
Then he chose to go after the ogres
But with a strategum of no match,
He began arming himself first
Before he could set on,
His mobile armory full of deadly weapons;
A bunch of wasps, wild bees, black ants,
A thousand slings, spears and sickles,
Machetes, poisonous saps, and toxics,
Wild dogs, five hundred snakes and scorpions,
Bows and arrows as well as cudgels,
Clubs, stones and chains,
He also learned how to use the hands
In the most lethal manner,
Then he went for combat,
To rescue all that was taken,
Taken from him by the ogres….
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
Bahala na ko,
bahala na ka.
Bahala na tang duha,
bahala na ug magkinaunsa ta.
Ang gugma'ng walay pulos.
Dili na gyud nato mapugos.
Magkita nalang ta sa mga panganod.
Maglantaw sa gugmang gi anod,
sa makusog nga hapak sa mga balod.
Hinaot atuang makaplagan,
ang kalinaw sa atuang huna-huna.
Pag amping sa kanunay, kay ako pud.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
everyone likes a good fair fight explosion came from motorbike another involved suicide bomber on bicycle targeting police vehicle war drags on years and years no one wants to talk about it if we dress in silk transparent employing all our charms talents they will act wild to lie with us that will be moment to refuse they will hasten to make peace i am convinced taliban said they carried out bombings as message to nato wedding celebration nearby number of guests believed to be among dead injured u.s. hints volatile area next target for operations she knelt naked knees apart arms outstretched ******* bowed ******* perched neck exposed lips mouth open eyelids half closed scent of vetiver ylang ylang roses anything everything you want if only you will stop murdering
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 6:43 AM UTC
To the USA, a travelling circus came,
They elected a brand new President,
And Donald was his name.
Over-night, and it's such a crying shame,
He's divided American Politics,
To advance his wealth and fame
Donald the President waved his hands,
And pointed up with his finger,
He said to the world 'My name is Trump,
Trump, Trump, Trump!
Donald the President's building a wall,
To keep out thousands of migrants,
The USA is becoming a dump,
Dump, Dump, Dump!
People from many nations,
Tried to intervene,
They shouted and marched,
And waved their signs,
And made an ugly scene.
But Donald the President waved his hands,
and pointed up with his finger,
He'll have his way,
He's taken the ****
**** **** ****
Oh, what a to-do,
He's surrounded himself with fools,
Firstly they blame Obama spies,
and then it's GCHQ.
His travel ban
has been thwarted in Maryland,
Then the repeal of Obama care,
Has been grounded where it stands.
But Donald the President promised the earth,
To all the American people,
'We'll make America great again',
Pump, Pump, Pump!
Donald the President hates the Press,
They're 'Fake News' creators,
They're pedlars of lies,
They're all the same,
Grump, Grump, Grump!
From Iran to NATO,
The problems start to swell,
From Syria, and Israel,
To North Korea as well.
But Donald the President's borrowing cash,
to try and save the Republic,
How will they ever pay it back?
Slump, Slump, Slump?
The president may be a Billionaire,
Who wants control of the Senate,
But some said Putin was pulling some strings?
Chump, Chump, Chump !
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
Recep Tayip Erdogan though Turkish to the core
Has loathing in his Turkish heart, ferocity and more
For the secular insanity’s of Bashar Al Assad
Determines chaos at his border with warring Syria is bad.
With incursions by the Kurdish to the ISIS foe at hand
And the umbrage taken by the Kurds at Turkey’s open border stand,
Where ISIS can permeate both back and forth at will
Allowing freedom for Jihadists, now, to raid, behead and ****
Europe visualize this menace at their doorstep as a threat
But Turkey, playing both sides, leaves NATO, now side stepped.
Where our friends become our enemies and enemies our friends.
In this Middle East miasma ..... confusion never ends.
M.
27 June 2015
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Ilang beses man sinubok ng panahon,
Ilang beses man lunurin ng alon,
Pero di kailan man mauubos ang pagkakataon
upang magpatuloy at maka ahon.
Sa bawat paglubog ng araw
ay may kadilimang umiibabaw
pero ito'y hindi panahon para magluksa
kundi ito'y para panahon para makapagpahinga.
Pagkatapos nito'y isang panibagong umaga,
ito'y pagsisimula ng panibagong kabanata.
Sabi nga nila,
sundin mo kung anong nilalaman ng puso.
Sa bagong simula nato
Di na muna ako makikinig sa kanilang payo.
Ayaw ko munang sundin
itong malakas na pintig ng aking damdamin.
Gusto ko munang i-alay tong puso ko sa Kanya,
Siya na may-ari nitong lahat, ating Manlilikha.
Ipapaubaya ko muna sa Kanya itong lahat
Kahit saan man ako dalhin,
pero sa aking tingin
ay
sa iyo pa rin ako makakarating.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC
when in the world’s leading democracy
a new president starts his office with
making life more expensive for average home owners
signing orders threatening the health of millions
restricting the publications of researchers
denying global warming
encouraging coal and oil companies
forbidding federal employees to talk to the media
going on fantasy trips about “alternative facts"
to justify his ridiculous lies
blaming the media when asking questions and checking facts
barring leading media companies from press conferences
waffling about his Russian connections
refusing to release his tax returns
ordering to build walls to keep out all those aliens,
like the old Chinese did, to little avail
issuing poorly formulated presidential orders
causing confusion and harm and even deaths
banning even green card holders from entering the country
filling his cabinet with all the alligators from the swamps
he promised to clean during his campaign
people who know how to avoid paying taxes and beating the system
but have no clue how to govern now that they ARE the system
and think they can run the USA with its 350 million citizens
as Trump&Cronies;, USA, Inc.,
like their private family businesses, for profit
courting kings and monarchs & wannabe sultans in the near east
'democratic dictators' in the far southeast
and wannabe czars in russia
but hesitating to confirm ties to old allies
in Europe, NATO, and the Far East
suggesting that having undeclared secret meetings
is quite OK with his campaign team members
his son and son-in-law
[ctd. fron line 2...] it is high time to seriously ask
what concept
if any
of democracy he has in mind
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
"Uma corte recheada de incertezas.
Diz o mestre:
- A todos vocês condeno essas correntes ventrais.
Condeno essa pressão cardíaca, essa confusão mental.
Não desejeis vós que o sentimento profundo lhes fosse concedido?
E quem há de me jurar que com ele não viria tremenda descordenação,
tremendo derrocamento?
Ouçam o bardo correndo louco entre as paredes de pedra.
Ouçam o gondoleiro, barcarolando as canções de amor.
Ouçam o basbaque som dos encantados,
os afeiçoados e doados de coração.
Eis a verdade, corte, corte de sentimentos.
Jaz aqui o vento que me tragou a esta ilusão.
Gritam altissonantes os mares,
arriscai-vos corações,
antes que o mar os leve a vossos esquifes,
antes que seja muito tarde para arriscar.
Porém que seja espúrioso o vosso amor.
Pois é sentimento que se perde em lamentações,
e para vive-lo, arriscar é necessário, não aja com esquivança,
uma vez entrelaçado, o amor é mais que a promessa,
é a eternidade, é um fado, é um facho,
é imensurável,
é imane,
é ilibado,
insinuante sinal de maravilhas,
ofusca os olhos de quem sente,
faz plenitude e traz saudade a quem não tem,
mas ainda sim muito além,
é uma reta paralela, e dele deve ser padrinho em solenidade,
é um pardieiro implorando piedade, e nós somos a reconstrução.
Então amem corte, mas paguem o preço,
na labuta e na luta,
pois o amor é um mestiço, meio amargo, meio doce,
mas é nato em perfeição."
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC