"ramirez" poems
Pilipinas, Pilipinas kong Mahal
ni Norfhel V. Ramirez
Pilipinas, Pilipinas kong mahal...
Baki hindi kana umuusad bayan kong mahal...
Kahirapan ang daing ng karamihan...
Bayan ko kaya ay makaahon pa...
Bayang walang pagmamahal sa sariling pinaggalingan...
puro daing ang binibitiwan...
Walang ginagawa kundi paunlarin ang mga sarili kapakanan...
pero paano ang ating bayan...
Politikang sing sangsang pa ng malansang isda
Korupsiyon ang gawi ng iba...
Oh Para magpabango laman tuwing araw nang election
Tanging pakitang gilas, mga buwaya ng lipunan
Bayan koy inaankin na nang mga dayuhan...
Animoy alipin sa sarili nating bayan...
Mga banyaga lumulustay ng ating likas yaman...
para lang yumaman ang iilan...
Bakit nagkagayon aking tanong sa sarili
Rizal, nasaan na ang pinaglaban?
Animoy nalimot na ng karamihan...
Animoy binura nabura naba sa kasaysayan...
Mga sakripisyo nang ating mga bayani
Nag buwis ng buhay para sa ating bayan...
Nasayang lang ba ang buhay nilang naging tapat sa ating bayan...
Sana ating pagnilay nilayan...
Pilipinas, Pilipinas kong mahal
Ngayoy nasaan na...
Naghihingalo sa kamay ng bayan...
Bayang nakalimot na...
Bayang nagsilisan na...
Bayang sarili lang ang inuna...
Bayang tinalikdan na ang perlas ng sinilangan silangan...
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 7:24 AM UTC
Dear Hot Straight Actresses,
Stop playing perfect lesbian characters on TV that cause me to become wet on lonely Thursday nights.
It’s the equivalent of waving double chocolate fudge cake in front of a menstruating woman who has just been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
To name a few,
Jennifer Beals as Bette Porter on The L Word.
Stop it!
Naya Rivera as the sassy Santana Lopez on Glee.
Stop it!
Angie Harmon as butch goddess Detective Jane Rizzoli on Rizzoli & Isles.
You may be in the closet but you are gay and stop!
And Sara Ramirez and Jessica Capshaw as the married ****** Dr. Cali Torrez and Dr. Arizona Robbins of Grey’s Anatomy.
You…you keep going. You two give me hope.
Hope that someday my insanely high expectations will be met when my hot art collecting, sassy mouthed Doctor with handcuffs in her back pocket jumps from the screen and onto my sweatpants covered lap.
In this crazy assumption that I’ll end up falling out of an apple tree letting gravity push me into the arms of a woman who fixes my broken sense of reality with a amazing great hair and a wedding proposal.
Missing out on the
Hot barista who gives me an extra large when I ask for a small
or the
Budding **** artist who invites me to her galleries only to realize her muse has oddly the same hips as me.
or the
Best friend who is still stuck in the shadows of my closet.
Nope…didn’t see any of those.
I’m too busy watching the **** tube to see what low cut tops they can get away with before they leave the set and back to their husband and 2.5 kids.
All I’m asking is…
…when is it coming out on DVD?
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 7:17 AM UTC
I can still remember
It was like yesterday
The last time I saw you
Over twenty years ago.
You were so drunk
You could barely speak.
I will never forget the call
When she told me you died.
A needle did you,
Drugs took you.
"Don't cry for him." she said,
"He was just a ******
He made his choices"
"He was just a loser,
An alcoholic."
I knew you like no one else;
We rode bikes together,
And together we fought,
The Ramirez boys after school,
We shared a room,
We shared parents,
When dad died we shared fears.
I used a credit card
To pay for your cremation;
And burned up someone who
Was once a beautiful child.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
I am a bird on the margin of the abyss
This bird lost its voice to sing and its will to fly
Looking up at how other birds vanish into the clouds
All I can do is be on the edge.
The beautiful wings that once felt the breeze
Are now ashamed to pick up and take flight
The fear of falling in to the pit misfortunes.
The darkness start to come up
The fear paralyzes me
I will not fly
Let it swallow me.
I am bird on the margin of the abyss
The bird who was the one they looked up to and could never capture
I was the one whom you could barely get a glimpse of
Leaving others behind
The beautiful wings do not move
My beak going straight in to the unknown
All I can do is close my eyes
Memories flash on the days when I sang
The warmth of the June sun is just an idea left behind
I no longer try to dash the autumn leaves
I open my eyes
The darkness is clearing
I hear a melody
Smooth and gentle like the spring breeze
But whose is it
My beak is open
I am a bird on the margin of the abyss
My past is something I don't like to recall
But that is all the song brings
The notes keep pouring out of my open beak
I close my eyes
The tune more beautiful and soothing
Why am I giving up?
Flap
I open my eyes
My beak now going for the clouds
The darkness behind
I don't want the fear to control me
I will fly higher the ever
Spit me out
I am a bird who never touches the ground
Whose melody is mellow like the falling snow
Yet so warm like the summer
Talking about new beginnings
I am a bird
By Claudia Ramirez
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
*Ramirez waits on the couch
patiently
for the date of his life*
1.
fidgety-fidgety boy
there's no call for nervous-smiles
her daddy gruffly placed you
on the couch
now, you wait and wait and wait
2.
you decide to use some bonus-airtime you received
but who to call?
the one you'd like to spend that time on .. is with your Maker
but you're too shy to talk to God
your Momma told you God's one busy-light
and he ain't got no time for a slow-coach like you
who can barely spell two words
3.
yes, I can spell my name.. leave me alone!
hey man, who says God won't talk to me?
why, I did Him a favour here.. I'm takin' out this here girl
who's never been out before
18 years old and her pappy been watching her so
she can barely make two sentences before her complexion vies with beet
*it came to him in a dream.. take her out.. take out.. take her out..
and so, tonight.. he will*
4.
Lord behold, where is our boy?
****** why did you not watch him?
what... and you believed him??
goodness, go out and find him....NOW!
he didn't take his stuff
5.
she descends slowly, as on a cloud
and smiles in awkward-bunches
oh, if only her father had let her go out before.. like everyone else
she may have been able to see..............................................................
*this is the date
and he
took her out*
S T - 2 dec 13
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
children go to school
bullets are flyin
kids don't come home
mothers are cryin
go to the movies
you don't come back
it's just not natural
this is fact
many great people
young and old
been gunned down
for what they've told
john...robert...martin luther king
got killed too
for what they believed
we fill our prisons
with the lives
of lots of people
with twisted minds
short circuit synapses
if you will
john wayne gacy
had his fill
its a cycle of circular motion
we **** every day
with such devotion
we **** for love...we **** for money
we **** for speaking
it's not funny
dahmer got
what he gave out
we killed ted bundy
in old spar...ky
can't break the cycle
when will it stop
god didn't make us
to so brutally drop
we breed killers
it's not our fault
there born with wiring
that's always short
death by the hand of the mental man
is a part of life
we don't understand
ramirez...john list and manson too
will rot in hell
this much is true
to lock them up
and chuck the key
is just not enough
to satisfy
me
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
Booting Up with or with out you . . .
Retrieving my Life . . .
Relinquish Bad Sectors . . .
Formatting Hatred . . .
Partitioning Space and Time . . .
Installing New System . . .
Restarting System failures . . .
Loading my Pieces together. . .
Starting new Stupidity . . .
Waiting for another Connection . . .
Synchronize with another System. . .
Error Starting to Fail System . . .
SYSTEM INFECTED . . .
SYSTEM CORRUPTION . . .
. . .
THEN THE CYCLE REPEATS . . .
Until Found a SYSTEM Called...
L.O.V.E...
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Norfhel V. Ramirez
February 21 2011 / 4:42PM
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
The Unknown Soldier fights for freedom,
Fights for tyranny, fights for God, and
Fights for himself, all in one.
His name, or rank matters not.
The Unknown Soldier can be Private
Or General, a Smith or a Ramirez.
He can stand for the holy light,
Or he can stand for the wicked darkness.
The Unknown Soldier fights regardless.
What matters most is doing what’s told,
Doing his job to his best ability,
And serving his authority as best he can.
Good or bad, evil or righteous,
There are unknown soldiers in each
And every country, each with a family.
So, remember. When you criticize the ‘enemy’,
The Unknown Soldiers are following orders,
Just like you, and just like me.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
Only today I knew why
The day I let you lose
Wings that spread apart
Never shall I see again
Oh how cruel I am
To treat you such unfair
Now that I have thought
That I was yours but a mare
Those tiny details I missed
Spindles a question in mind
Why...?
Did I have to be so unkind
If only I cared ...
Those butterfly wings
I shall keep it to last
If only I could see it again
And there you are afar
On the field of blossom
Flying colors up in the skies
There you are home at last
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Norfhel V. Ramirez
December 14 2010
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
How could it be?
I have never seen anything like it
I wonder where it came
Oh please tell me tell me
Cause it makes me anxious
It’s staring at me
Why it seems so familiar
I thought I was unique
Oh please tell me tell me
Why does it look like me?
Is this a gift of GOD?
Or just human experimentation
I just can’t help but cry
Oh please don’t tell me
That I can be somebody’s copy
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By Norfhel V. Ramirez
May 13 2010 - 02:45 AM
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
look i'm a castaway i don't play by the normal games
i'm a castaway i don't like to stay the same
i'm a castaway i don't care what anyone has to say
i'm a castaway i don't fit into the society
i'm a castaway i don't like the fakes
i'm a castaway i'm just trying to make a change
i'm just going to be myself regardless what the world has to say
i'm a castaway sure i'm in constant pain & the anxiety+depression never fades
but i made a promise to myself that will get rid of all the evil in this cruel world
so my Friends & Family can live a better safe life with no fear at all
so yeah i'm a castaway & guess what i'm never going to change
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
A place where we feel minuscule
All the gray soaking our vision
Pushing for comfort
Faster for fear
The whole city on our glossy eyes
Not sure what route we will take
As long as our paths meet at the end
In our tiny city, with our big hearts
We come together as one
The moon connects us
If we keep our chins up
Pushing for comfort
Faster for fear
Away in the distance
The beautiful words of love
Pablo is always near
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
Two roads diverged within her heart,
One bound by vows, the other past—
I hoped she’d choose to stand apart,
From ties that held her firm and fast,
But love she gave would never last.
I spoke of paths we both had crossed,
Of how I chose her over mine—
Yet to her own she turned and lost
The chance to walk with hands entwined,
A love divided, left behind.
A thousand times I let her know,
Yet still she strayed where I was not—
A bond undone, the weight would grow,
Till truth revealed what she forgot—
Her heart was sworn, but love was not.
And so in time, the day will break,
Her path will call, as paths must do—
The choice she made, the road she’d take,
Will lead her far from what she knew,
And I must take my own road too.
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Norfhel V. Ramirez
February 6, 2025
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 7:10 PM UTC
It’s what we all want.
A desire for one soul.
A peace finally found.
Comfort in his arms,
My ear pressed against his chest.
The rhythmic beating of one’s heart.
Love and harmony.
Perfect balance,
Even when days are long.
-Mrs. Ramirez-Nuñez
At last.
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
Darlyn Cristabel Cordova-Valle hadn't seen her mother since she was one,
She came to the U.S to see her mother, she was hospitalized not long after she arrived. Her mother requested for her to be released, the government denied her request.
Darlyn died in U.S government custody on September 29th 2018 age 10.
Jakelin Amei Rosemary Caal Maquin liked to climb trees. She jumped when her father told her that she could come to the U.S with him.
She thought she might get her first toy; she'd only just got her first pair of shoes.
Jakelin died in U.S government custody on December 8th 2018 age 7.
Felipe Gomez Alonzo was excited to come to the U.S. he thought he might get a bicycle, his parents let him make the trip after he got upset that his dad would leave without him.
Felipe died in U.S government custody on Christmas Eve 2018 age 8.
Juan de Leon Gutierrez was a shy, good student. When he had to miss school to help his dad harvest coffee, he'd always run to catch his teacher so he could explain his absence.
Juan died in U.S government custody on April 30th 2019 age 16.
Wilmer Josue Ramirez Vasquez's mother brought him to the U.S to receive medical treatment for a condition which left him unable to walk.
Wilmer died in U.S government custody on May 14th 2019 age 2.
Carlos Gregario Hernandez Vasquez loved playing the piano and bass, his family called him Goyito. He had eight brothers and sisters. One of them, Edgar, had special needs. Carlos came to the U.S to help support Edgar.
Carlo died in U.S government custody on May 30th 2019 age 16.
These are only some of the documented deaths,
In 25 years,
It's estimated that over 10,000 people have lost their lives at the U.S-Mexico border.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Draw A pentagram
Cut your middle finger
$ay
$ay
$ay
"₩elcome"
here is your ****** Messiah
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC