"pres" poems
ANGEL!*
Angel of the dark,
My night is lone-ly
-and I'm distended,
still find me comely?
Our world's upended.
Such a pressure
pres-sure of pain
Where is Lion?
I miss his mane.
ANGEL!
Angel of the dark,
Spirit of night
holder of the mark.
Such a pressure
pressure of the pain.
Long dead my lion...
-no comfort-ting
ANGEL!
Angel of the dark,
ANGEL!
Angel of the dark,
Invite no pressure here
take away my pain.
Only a child soon
-only a name.
ANGEL!
Angel of the dark!
ANGEL!
Angel of the dark!
SPIRIT OF NIGHT
i l l u m i n t a t e d mark.
LONG DEAD MY LION
fall away my heart,
-still I have you angel...
MY ANGEL OF THE DARK!
-still I have you angel...
*My Angel of the dark.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
Behold the One with the Aries, the Ward of Santa Muerte
Our 16th President voted by 16 million Filipinos this 2016
The 1st President from Mindanao from being Mayor of Davao…Duterte!
He is One with MiJoRdGr (Miriam, Jojo, Rody, Grace)
The 4 Opposition Presidentiables who defeated Mar Roxas
And brought Liberal Party its great disgrace!
The One with the Aries from the Land with War
The Land of Promise – feared by typhoons, but filled with goons
So from her came a Liberator among MiJoRdGr!
That this One should war with our nation’s greatest horrors
-Drug Lords, Liberals, Treasoners, Criminals & Terrorists-
These powerful entities to our history are desecrators!
So by being one with lawmakers, law enforcers & lawful people
By the overwhelming power of the Supermajority
Our country’s greatest terrors…Du30 shall conquer them all!
But first, he must defeat his detractors – Leila, Leni & Trillanes
These triple crooks who want to topple the government
Are also said to be conspiring with EU, UN & US!
Yet with Trump’s triumph, US is no longer an enemy
Our American hatred weakened, our Chinese friendship strengthened
As it established great friendship with Pres. Du30!
Do not emulate the girl power of those Liberal crooks
We got an Olympic medalist Heidilyn & Ms. International 2016
But Leila & Leni?...Can only ruin our country…like blasted nukes!
Do not worry for we have Pacquiao as still winner & role model
Alongwith Gen. Bato, a victim of yellow washing machine
But these Pro-Du30 men…to criminals tough, to innocents gentle!
May God allow this True Change to take place with continuity
Let Pres. Duterte lead us for many more years to come
For the Supermajority, for you & me… for our country!
-12/30/2016
(Dumarao)
*Our Golden Times During PDu30
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
A beacon of light in darkness
Radiating its energy
Defining each object in its colors
Standing out from all others
Emitting rays of hope
Fails me not on stormy nights
Burning bright and glimmering
Through the sconce on the wall
The lamp, like a shining star
Brings warmth to my soul
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 6:40 AM UTC
So no one told you **** was gonna cost this much (clap clap clap clap) Your jobs a joke, you're broke, Can't even buy some lunch. It's like you're always stuck to scraping rez, But, When you can't afford **** or food, you can thank our Pres-i-dent, But, I will smoke with you, until my baggy is no more, I will smoke with you, like I've smoked you up before, I will smoke with you, Because you've smoked with me too.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
you are the Pres
Oh Donald Trump
it seems like America
has hit a bump
your pitiful braggart
mean as a cuss
a bludgeon for a mouth
with a mind full a ****
its understood
you hate the press
you like the shadows
to relieve your stress
well big boy
you are the man
some people say
your loved by the clan
thanks for telling us
about the size of your *****
while conservatives smile
and give it a lick
your a star studded pageant
of confusion and lies
do you work for Putin
are you one of his spies
show us your taxes
are you a ***** for a foe
are you owned by a devil
we need to know
your purging the swamp
is that what you say
Exxon and Goldman-sax
so thats how you play
you talk so big
why not give it a rest
lets see what you can do
besides be a pest
it doesn't bode well
that you don't pay your bills
let subcontractors go under
so what if it kills
break up some families
of Latin decent
with a heart like a razor
are you really that bent
are you big blabber mouth
but don't a have clue
about our constitution
that keeps us true
we trust you completely
let your kids to the job
no problem at all
are you still friends with the mob
are ethics for others
ah to hard for Trump
will America wither
are you cancerous lump
we need some one
who can help us out
not a reckless fool
that fills us with doubt
you are the Pres
Oh Donald Trump
it seems like America
has hit a bump
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
step 1: de·ni·al
noun
the action of declaring something to be untrue.
i thought about sending you an email today.
i got through four drafts before i quit.
i haven't talked to you in three months. i haven't deleted your messages in three months. i haven't stopped thinking about you in three months. my heart is still synced with yours. it stopped beating 131,487 minutes ago. please leave a message after the beep.
step 2: an·ger
noun
a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.
i'm glad you're gone. you were a house but you were never a home for me. i've moved three times since i left.
you shoved your fingers down my throat and left me retching in the snow, excuses tripping on their way out of your cherry bitten lips.
you made me your slaughterhouse, blood on my hands and heart.
i am made of too many things, a conglomeration the size of a galaxy, thirty people sewn into my skin. there is a hole in my chest the size of your fist. please leave a message after the beep.
step 3: bar·gain
verb
negotiate the terms and conditions of a transaction.
(maybe if i had loved you a little less you would have learned to love me back)
step 4: de·pres·sion
noun
severe despondency and dejection, typically felt over a period of time and accompanied by feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy.
i spent more time thinking about you than i ever did about myself. i'm not sure if this is selfish or selfless and i'm not sure if i know the difference. i hung up on you once and you didn't speak to me for a week and i'm not sure if this is love or hatred and i'm not sure if i know the difference. i haven't spoken to you in seven months. please leave a message after the beep.
step 5: ac·cept·ance
noun
agreement with or belief in an idea, opinion, or explanation.
you told me that acceptance was the same as tolerance.
i don't think i believe you.
i haven't spoken to you in twelve months.
please leave a message after the beep.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Unang nakilala sa Araling Panlipunan
Sa mga libro’t **** na siya’y ipinangaral
‘Sang simpleng maybahay na tanghal ng kasaysayan
Babaeng sinipa diktaduryang pinairal…
Sa kanyang panahon, ako’y ‘lang malay na musmos
Pulitika, bansa – ano’ng pakialam ko diyan?
Sa unting pagkagulang naunawaang lubos
Bansang hinayupak, pulitika’y pandirian!
Saksi kung paano ang mga hayok na tao
Na parang tubig ang kapangyarihang inuhaw
Lalo na yung mga sa trono ay nakaupo
Daig pa ang mga busabos na magnanakaw!
Mga namulatang pagluklok sa sinadlakan
Ng mga itinuring na pinuno ng bansa
Bahid ng anomalya’t ano pang karumihan
Maliban sa isa na dapat ipagdakila.
Ang nasabing pagluklok ipinagmalaki
Maging ibang bansa’y hinuwaran, itinulad
Ang Lakas ng Bayan nating ipinagpunyagi
Nagpanumbalik sa demokrasyang hinahangad.
Iyon ay dahil sa isang babaeng tumayo
Siya’y sagisag ng pag-asa’t demokrasya
Mapayapa’t malinis na inakyat ang trono
Hanggang kailan ang diktadurya kung siya ay wala?
At kahit wala na sa luklukang hinantungan
Nagsilbing halimbawa na nagmahal sa bansa
Nasilayan kong dinamayan niya’t kinalaban
Isa ring sa Pilipinas ngayon ay nagrereyna.
Sa kanyang paglisan sa mundong pinaglipasan
‘Di dapat kalimutan Dangal ng Pilipino
Itatak sa kasaysayan simple niyang pangalan
Corazon C. Aquino…Mahalagang Pangulo.
-08/05/09
(Dumarao)
*written this day of Pres. Cory Aquino’s burial
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
I decided I'm goin in.
Yall dun' slipped up and left me with a pen.
It seems lately I been under-drinkin'
Over-sober over-contemplating what's been really happening.
I'm usually a lot more subtle.
I give the benefit of the doubt like I'm a Catholic priest absolving niggas' sins.
Confusing my honesty for reckless abandon-in
To your chagrin, just hecause you're unable to comprehend.
You don't move through this world in the shoes I'm in.
I bet no ones ever called you a sub-human.
Did that election make YOU question all your caucasian friends? Their motives, their thoughts, biases,
Lookin for Microaggressions?
Now those relationships are withered at the ends and it depends on larger hearts and open minds to try and mend and re-begin?
Because someone you love insulted ALL your kin.
Supporting someone who blatantly hates them.
Tunnel vision.Could only see what they wanted Sanctity of life only applies to babies aborted
Christians were thwarted!
How someone with a thumbs up from the Ku Klux have anything to do with what the Lord did?!
Granted, the deed is done and hey the truth is out!
They were wolves in sheep's clothes till the Pres. Came out
in broad daylight
He basically made it awright
to grossly generalize a race AND do so in plain sight
Now ALL the racist crazy folk are poppin at the mouth.
On social media like the 50's in the segregated south,
Spewing hate behind a screename sittin' on they mama's couch
'cept we millenials are rowdy and we'll roll up at yo house.
How's it 2017 and we still schoolin' folk?
Gotta tell you Black lives matter cause you actin like we dont.
In retrospect, it was for the best cause now we ALL woke!
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
Another day breaks
As the rising amber sun
Like a tireless watcher
Casts its rays down
The narrow slits of the thatched
Roofs of the village huts.
In the streets, playing
Hide and seek, small kids
Disappear into winding alleys.
Weaving hearts, young girls
In flower shops adorn
The soft petals of the Jasmine
Picked from the nearby fields,
While young boys arrange the
Ripe, freshly picked coconuts on
The fruit vendors’ mats, as
The shop doors open to the
Din of the morning rush hour,
Above their heads, the freshly washed,
Laundry is hung out to dry
On the balconies overlooking
The curving dirt road where
A bullock cart slowly crosses
The wet rice plantations
To the other side as
A distant factory alarms
The start of the new day
In the villages of Lampang
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 10:56 AM UTC
Dark sky with amber stains
Sinking sun casts shadows over the plain
Fields of wheat redden for each strand of grain
Dark sky with amber stains
Wild horses sleep as their wanderings refrain
Full moon reigns over the terrain
Dark sky with amber stains
Sinking sun casts shadows over the plain
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 9:01 AM UTC
This circle must complete
With each of Earth's orbit
It's a cycle that will repeat
But when global warming
Triggers mass glacial melting
From ozone layer's depleting
Where oil spills can ruin an ocean
Being used as garbage collection
Causing every ecosystem's suffocation
More landfills from over-consumption
Still, we opt for deforestation
Resulting in fresh water reduction
In disrupting her delicate cycle,
Can we understand that excess is not natural?
Wounded, it takes her longer to heal!
Like our mother, she has borne us all
Give her love! Must we watch her fall?
Open your eyes! Let's heed her call!
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
The mirror on the wall
Its cold, glassy stare
Like an intentional glare
At Life captured as a reflection
Observing an image frozen
In our mind , the boundaries
Confined within us defining
Formation of a self-image
Instant Imprints of our conscience
That's searching through the depths
Of one's soul for the affirmations
Needed to sustain an ego
Standing tall over the mantle
Outlining the walls of a room
With hues from a color spectrum
Reflecting light onto the face
Of an onlooker whose eyes gaze
Into this mirror that's on the wall
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
Tides ebb and flow
A circle now complete
What washed ashore will go
Tides ebb and flow
Cast into the sea below
Destined to repeat
Tides ebb and flow
A circle now complete
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:38 AM UTC
Im a normal kind of guy.
I was born in a normal house,
In a normal street,
In a normal town,
In a normal country,
to normal parents.
My normal parents paid their taxes.
My normal parents supported whatever War was happening.
My normal parents supported whatever monarch was in power.
My normal parents voted for normal political parties.
My parents were normally patriotic.
They led normal lives.
I grew up to be normal.
I went to a normal public/private school.
I had a normal ****** relationship with another boy at school.
I gained a normal education.
I chased girls and some boys as any normal boy would.
I enjoyed normal *** with girls and some boys.
I fell in love with Jazz/Folk/Blues as any normal boy does.
I fell in love with writing and reading aloud "poetry" as any normal boy does.
I fell in love with reading novels and sociology and comparative religion as any normal boy does.
I rode motorcycles as any normal boy does.
I went camping and fishing and rambling in the fields and forests
as any normal boy does.
So my teenage years passed--halcyon days--and nights,
leaving the body behind regularly.
Until I stole my first Alto Saxophone.
Was that normal?.
It certainly was compulsive.
And no shame or guilt either.
I tried,in vain to play like Charles Parker--
and failed miserably as did everyone else.
I wandered through Europe and the Near East,
and the Middle East and South East Asia--dressed in yellow.
Cooking Rice Dal Sabji Roti-everywhere I went-.
over twigs and sweet smelling cow ****
My latest horn with "the Pres"engraved on the bell.
Played My Funny Valentine sideways and upside down.
Plastic Reeds--oh--Plastic Reeds.
And pure Crystal Mouthpieces.
I sat under Gotamas tree and NOTHING happened.
Ah sweet nothing.
I was VOID of all.
Just an empty headed wanderer.
More to come
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
Washington needs to wash Obama out of its hair
he's doing more damage the longer he is there
the hair strands are in need of new management
for under Obama they've received much torment
an improvement to the locks will be extra nice
as Washington gets rid of the Obama device
the Congress and Senate can do the shampooing job
which will see the Pres quickly given the fob
Washington will have a lustrous sheen to the tress
when the hairdressers get onto the mess
now is the time to employ good methodology
by washing Washington's hair with ousting technology
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Dear Pres. Obama,
Need a favor!
My business is falling apart.
Pretty sure, I'm going to get fired.
Can I borrow your
"I blame the Republicans for everything" speech?
Don't worry, I took a poll first.
Your approval ratings won't be hurt, cause they can't go any lower.
Yours truly,
A registered Democrat.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
The moment when we met
All my sins washed away
You forgave all my debts
The moment when we met
To receive your love, I wept
Like rapture on Judgment Day
The moment when we met
All my sins washed away
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 3:26 AM UTC
Sniffing on that Miley Cyrus,
Asian eyes if I be honest.
Tell your mind I can't be thought of
Perfect picture well just straight your mind up.
Too much! Too much!
Give it all away
Dead pres falling everyday..
Dang, that make you feel some type of way..
That we standing on flippin plane.
Please stay
Please stay bae
Cause your the only one who make me taste
Cause your the only on who make me feel
Dang! My shoes look great
But your love I will like to run in place
And your hand is like my great escape
Sniffing on that Miley Cyrus
You look better when I don't try it
Asian eyes but you still smiling
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
You have firmly made up your mind
There is nothing for me to say
Left in the dark, I’ve become blind
For such pride, you left me behind
What I thought was hurt, you thought play
You have firmly made up your mind
Love sours like dry lemon rind
Our differences, like night and day
Left in the dark, I’ve become blind
At this point, becoming unkind
In taking more than what I gave
You have firmly made up your mind
Need I say more, just to remind
Being the one having to pay
Left in the dark, I’ve become blind
History repeats like tapes rewind
Always what you like, what you may
You have firmly made up your mind
Left in the dark, I’ve become blind
© 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 8:23 AM UTC
.
" 'I know not
what is coming,
but be what it will
I will go to it laughing.
Better to sleep with
a sober cannibal th
an a drunk Christia
n •It is not down on
any map; true place
s never are. • Tell m
e not of blasphemy,
man; I'd strike the
sun if it insulted me.
... and Heaven have
mercy on us all-Pres
bytarians and Pagans
alike for we are all
somehow dreadfully
broken, and sadly n
eed mending • There
are certain occasions
in this strange mixed
affair we call life
when a man takes this
whole universe for a vast Practical
joke, though the wit thereof he but deepl
y discerns, and more than suspects that th
e Joke is at no body's expense
t h a n his own.' "
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Pres George Bush Junior
Or tyrant King George II?
What's the difference?
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
vælg at passe ind
vælg at slukke gløden
og tænde for fjernsynet
vælg et trygt miljø
med pænt friserede veje
med anlagte børn
der både kan bukke og neje
vælg labrador til konen
og fjerdreaflukkede omgivelser
fadøl med drengene
og en kattelem til at snige igennem
når det hele blev FOR trykt
vælg at fylde stilheden og stemme hende videre
som et metaforisk "tak"
for at gøre fredagen mere
meningsfuld, og for at have
noget at længes efter
vælg at græde til begravelser
vælg at mumle sympatisk med
stå og stirre på kisten
og undre dig over
"hvor blød den mon er?"
vælg fredagshygge, fælleskonto, dansetimer, rugbrødsmadder på jobbet, smurt af skilsmissehungrende kløer, vælg nabokonen og hendes ynge (og mere livlige) køkkenhave
vælg bagdøren, vælg fordøren, vælg køkkenbordet, sofaen, kontoret, chaiseloungen, solsengen, trampolinen, barnesengen - både af hendes og af dit
vælg at skændes til fodboldturningen
vælg "pastasalat",
"nej frikadeller",
"nej pastasalat"
til fællesspisningen på skolen
vælg det perfekte liv, og vælg de diskursnæssige resultat af dine GRUSOMME handlinger.
vælg at bortforklare det hele
og fortæl hende
hvordan alkohol flyder igennem
familien, som gondolen fra bryllupsrejsen til venedig
vælg at tage hjem tidligt
vælg at betvivle din funktion og eksistens igennem
den stille
9 timers lange køretur
"hjem"
vælg de svedige håndflader ved alteret
at betvivle vægtskålenes indhold
føl det blide og lette pres
fra de stirrende øjne
det overdøvende orgel
mens lugten af trygge rammer og boliglån
får dig til at gylpe et surt "ja"
vælg halvdelen af sofaen, det ene barn,
singelfyrslivet i en 33m2 kælderlejlighed
vælg at drukne tårene i endeløs ************
og nyd alle kampene på fjernsynet
vælg at bombadere telefonsvaren
vælg at smadre spejlet
vælg at kæmpe for det søde forstadsliv
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Il est a moi,
Il n'est pas.
Il est ma vie,
Il va surement etre mon deces.
Il me fait sourire tant que je suis pres,
Il me fait sourire tant qu'elle ne l'est pas.
Ma tete c'est quoi ne pas faire,
Mon coeur c'est seulement ce qui pourrait etre.
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
Duften af kaffe forandre sig når vandet rammer de knuste bønner
Kan spejle mig i regnbueboblerne på skummet
Tilføjer vand mer og mer i en tynd stråle
De siger det sådan den bedste smag trænger igennem
vent 5 minutter og så pres
Jeg ved ikke om jeg tror på dem
Men jeg gør det for hvis nu det er sådan
Vil jeg ikke gå glip af den særlige smag
jeg vil ikke vente 5 minutter har trang til at presse nu
Det er spild ikke at få det bedste ud af det
Den gode duft forsvandt jo allerede da vandet ramte de knuste bønner.
Det sidste må ej forsvinde for så er det hele meningsløst
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC