"rivera" poems
TO PUT the art and talent of Mindanaoan fashion design into the spotlight, Kagay’anon fashion designers put their hands together to organize the 5th Mindanao Fashion Summit at the Limketkai Center Rotunda from August 4 to 6, every 4 p.m.
“Being a core event of the Higalaay festival, the opening salvo, the Mindanao Fashion Summit can really highlight fashion designers here in Cagayan de Oro and also in different points of Mindanao to let everyone see what they can do in the world of fashion design especially now that there are only so few opportunities for these designers to show off their works to the public. This is why we have the Mindanao fashion Summit because Kagay-anon designers believe that even if they join national fashion shows like the Philippine Fashion week, most of them still aren't getting the right encouragement as a fashion designer.” said Robbie Pamisa, the overall organizer of the event.
The Fashion Summit is a three-day event composed of seven sub-categories such as the Mindanaoan collection, the Menswear collection, and the Ororama orange collection for the first day, the Guest Designers’ collection, the Fashion Institute of the Philippines collection and the Loop Lifestyle Fashion Show for the second day, and the Holiday Grand collection for the third day which will serve as the culmination of the fashion event.
Mindanaoan Fashion designers from Cagayan de Oro as well as Davao, Butuan, Iligan, and Bukidnon have come to showcase their talents. Some of the fashion geniuses of the event include Alma Mae Roa, Angela Soriano, Ann Semblante, Benjie Manuel, Boogie Musni Rivera, Gil Macaibay III, John Mark Magellan’s, Joshua Guibone, Juniel Doring, Kiko Domo, Mark Christopher Yaranon, and Mavy Cooper de Leon.
One of the highlights of the event is the Oro Fashion Designers’ Guild and the Designers Assembly featuring a collection of clothes using Mindanao material such as the Mindanao silk. Sponsors such as Ororama and The Loop Towers will also be showcasing their products in the fashion event.
“Even student fashion designers from the Fashion Institute of the Philippines have been encouraged to participate so that they will be able to experience how a fashion show works. This is also a way for us to fulfill our mission to be another avenue for fashion designers to show what they have,” Paisa said.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:12 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
Leave if You Can II
I live in the house of poetry.
I ascend her stairs slowly
and leap back down.
I sit in the chair of poetry,
sleep in her bed, eat from her plate.
Poetry has windows
through which mornings and afternoons
fall, and how well she suspends a teardrop
how well she blows until I tumble / With this
I mean to say that
one basket brings
both wounds and bandages.
I love poetry so much that sometimes I think
I don’t love her / She looks at me,
inclines her head and keeps knitting
poetry.
As always, I’ll be the bigger person.
But how to say it / How to tell her
I want to leave / honestly I want to
fry my asparagus…
I see her coming near
with her bottle of oil
and crazed skillet.
I see her,
her little bundle of asparagus
slipping out her sleeve.
Ah her freshness / her chaotic glint
and the way she approaches with relentless meter.
I surrender / I surrender always because I live
in the house of poetry / because I ascend
the stairs of poetry
and also because
I come back down.
— Translated by Lisa Allen Ortiz & Sara Daniele Rivera
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 9:02 AM UTC
today we visit graveyards
turning over the wormy soil
to uncover the exquisite corpse
though we were told to
let the dead bury the dead
on this day we unbury
the dearly departed
relishing transcendent
embraces and cool
cervezas with jolly
amigos and la
familia who have
gone on before
we wrap ourselves
in graveblankets
to complete warm
circles of love
embracing our
beloved companeros;
gleaning netherworld
heavenly rest wisdom,
sharing the laughter
of trite earthly concerns
we’ll roll speckled tortillas
on smooth tombstone mesas
to feast on Mariachi tacos
brimming with spicy queso,
chased with another cool sip
waltzing with the holy bones
to the candle lit reveries
of this evenings
flowing melodies
Mercedes Sosa & Joan Baez
Gracias a la Vida
Dia De Muertos
Diego Rivera
Oakland
11/1/13
jbm
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
Detroit
Lying in ruins like Ancient Rome
The gods of Detroit looking down
Ford wondering
Why cars are now made in china
Ty Cobb sobbing
Over the loss of his sandlot
Diego Rivera
Putting his hand down saying
Don't touch my **** mural
Eminem's eight mile vanishing
Joe Louis' palace tumbling down
Bell Isle being sold to the highest bidder
Who killed Detroit?
Let the finger pointing begin
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
How many Someone’s lay planked on their waist and stare aimlessly at the candle’s flame?
Who of You is daring enough to close Your eyes and in space alone, simply drive- drive away?
The same Someone’s and Who’s-of-Who’s, on occasion holler at the moon with expectation of a bark back; or is God but a prestige to fools that We allow to wear Normal on Their crummy ******* name tags?
Sometime around Christmas there is a salivating peace, sifting downward on ordinary people, whom really don’t feel like being cold, you know?
This is me, rotting away on the carpet, a blanket’s blanky for the floor, just staring through the shutters on the vent below my brow; in the reality of it, I should probably schedule a spring cleaning…not for the vent folks.
You see- and I’m trying to be as casual as I can- I’m about to ******* pass out, you know what I’m saying?
This is that incredible moment where I’m the Bob Feller of dozing off, 9 innings of shut-eye talent, but at 2 or 3 in the morning…it looks as though I’m bringing in Mariano Rivera to close it out,
I can almost smell the scraps of mowed grass, kicking up from his cleats as he jogs closer to where home is; I never really find out if he makes it to the mound…
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Exijo que alguien me diga en donde está escrito que una mujer solo puede tener **** con una persona y si pasa de ese número automáticamente es puta. Si, este pensamiento es algo machista pero lo peor de todo es que es utilizado más en las mujeres que en los mismos hombres, me explico.
Las mujeres ven una mujer la cual se viste mostrando lo que le da la gana y rápido piensan en la palabra puta, cuando ven a otra mujer besándose con uno hoy y otro mañana piensan en que es una puta sin valores, cuando otra mujer tiene **** con más de 5 personas en dos meses lo que piensan es una puta que no se respeta. ¿Acaso creen que esta no es una actitud machista?
Mujeres que exigen igualdad entre hombres y mujeres pero critican a mujeres que se atreven a ser quienes son mientras que ellas están sentadas soplándose el culo y criticando. ¿Este pensamiento es tan poco prudente y es tan común hoy día, cual es el problema con que una persona, sea mujer u hombre, se sienta bien consigo mismo y decida tener una vida ****** plena? Son libres de hacer lo que quieran. Ellos escogen: con quien, con cuantos y en que lapso de tiempo lo hacen.
Pero como esta acusación estúpida radica más en las mujeres quiero concluir con esto. Mujer que me lees:
Si deseas vestirte con un traje corto y un escote en las tetas hazlo.
Si te gustan tres personas y tienes la oportunidad de besarlos a los tres hazlo.
Si quieres tener **** hoy con uno y mañana con tres hazlo.
Hazlo, olvídate del que dirán las personas porque seas casta, virgen y pura o puta, atrevida y coqueta hablaran de ti.
Natalia Rivera.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
August 22, 2003
Contractions
retractions
regrets
every twenty seconds apart
now counting ten
write them down
lets retrace these steps again
he is bustin' to get out
and needs more room to stretch
I know you are in pain
just take a deep breath
we already made it this far
we need to finish this race
because you are a cradle of life
and a vessel that holds my own
it was only nine months ago
that we decided to conceive
flesh and blood
that binds you and me
and ties us like a rope
in a sweet afternoon
on a nest without a tree
we ceased to be two
and went on to be three.
Now that we finally made it here
just breathe easy my dear
the worst is almost done
and the best is yet to come
I'll watch you like an angel
while God delivers our son
while my princess tries to sleep
and my little devil is to be born.
"is he crowning yet?"
She would ask
time and time again
I try not to be terrified
at the sight of what's taking place
liquids steps
careful measures
not enough space
push until you brake
as you turn into a grape
still beautiful as the day we met
when I came to your table
and waited for something you would say
so I could conjugate your name
in adjectives and verbs
words of love
sonnets of grace
when our puzzle fell into place
and it spelled:
I
will
forever
love
you
miss
Rivera.
From the end to beginning
from the algae to the fishes
like your kisses
like the long waits
like the eternal months
whether it rained or snowed
like our futile fights
like our happy cries
I heard you through the grapevine
I always heard you both
you have made me proud
and I hope the same I have done
my queen without a crown
here's your present
here's your child
welcome to the world
our baby boy Josh.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
On that crisp September night
I heard the music play.
I will not hear those notes again
for Sandman’s gone away.
With one out still left in the ninth
Two men approached the mound.
Jeter said “It’s time to go.”
The ballpark roared with sound.
Was there a dry eye in the house
when even Hall of Famers weep?
That night, Mo’s opponents cheered,
for the man who spelled relief..
For when a game was on the line-
Foes threatening to score;
One man, one pitch was all it took
as Rivera barred the door.
On that crisp September night
I heard the music play.
They will not play his song again
for Sandman’s gone away.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
Please do not hate me
when I fail to say hello.
I am still learning
how to interact with you
without resorting to
my usual, self-deprecating humour.
If there comes a day
when you are finally fed up
with my emotional instability,
please, for the love of God,
let me know.
I do not want to have to think
that everything is okay.
I am already blind enough.
You always kiss me
and tell me that you're fine
with everything I do.
I do not want that all the time.
I do not want to be spoiled,
indolent,
unaware.
I want to grow with you.
I know you are not the answer
to my nail-biting anxiety,
but you are my pillar,
my brown-eyed support system.
I do not want to have to
give you my stress.
I am happy enough
knowing you're still there
willingly.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
no le des espacio a lo negativo
aunque pronostiquen días de mal tiempo
se escucha un polluelo que calló del nido
expande hoy tus alas y remonta el vuelo
tu naciste para ver las cosas desde arriba
conquista las alturas piensa positivo
renueva hoy tu mente, pues
coro
La sangre de Cristo es vida
hay victoria segura en él
estudiando y guardando su palabra
lo esperaras y todo te saldrá bien.
II
Procura no mirar ese panorama
que hacen que tus sueños sean como desvelos
no escuches voces incierta y extrañas
que solo ponen peso sobre tus espaldas
Tú naciste para ver las cosas desde arriba
conquista las alturas piensa positivo
renueva hoy tu mente pues.
coro
La sangre de Cristo es vida
hay victoria segura en él
estudiando y guardando su palabra
lo esperaras y todo te saldrá bien.
La sangre de Cristo es vida
hay victoria segura en él
estudiando y guardando su palabra
lo esperaras y todo te saldrá bien.
La sangre de Cristo es vida.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
Estoy perdida en este mundo.
He perdido mi paz, mi alma, mi ser.
Ya el cantar de mi madre no me levanta en las mañanas.
El llamado de las ninfas no recorre mi piel.
Mi alrededor es un augurio el cual me tiene desorientada, atrapada.
Prisionera de cuatro paredes donde el ruido me vuelve pequeña
Aún sigo aquí, muy dentro de mi; pero estoy a la deriva en esta barcaza , que poco a poco va llegando a la orilla.
El camino se hace largo y mis ganas por reencontrarme fieles. He perdido la noción del tiempo y de paso se ha jodido mi compostura.
No puedo mas, quiero volver a ser yo.
Y en el más profundo de los sentido, esta tormenta que sacude mi alma, lentamente grita "libérame".
Natalia Rivera.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Father Time stood undefeated.
Bonds came close, but Barry Cheated.
Roger Clemens had a career for the ages
but oft fell prey to roid based rages.
Mariano Rivera was a more worthy foe
No pharmacological freak was Mo.
He threw one pitch, his control well learned,
and he chose to leave on his own terms.
I stood up and joined the cheers
the day Rivera last appeared
and, though I wept to see him go,
Time would never lay him low.
Mo Struck out Time, he had it cooking
A called third strike that left Time looking
like Beltran caught in the bright lights
good morning, good Evening and Good NIGHT!
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Te invoco a ti Frida,
creo que entiendes mi padecer.
Tengo el moderno Diego Rivera como mi amor!
La mitad del tiempo vivo en sosiego,
más sin él, la vida no la entiendo.
Él es todas las greguerías habidas y por haber.
Me enciende y me apaga en el mismo instante.
Me habla pero su silencio es como el calor,
lo sientes, pero, no lo puedes ver.
Me habla de amor,
y me trata como como si estuviésemos en un campo de batalla.
Habla de una eternidad junto a mí,
más en sus planes del futuro, no figuro en ninguna parte.
Lo amo y lo odio paralelamente.
Amo cuando me ama,
Y odio la idiota, que por él, me convierto.
Si me toma de repente, surco los cinco continentes.
Veo el amor retoñar.
Lo veo revivir en sonrisas de jóvenes ilusos.
Los puentes se fortalecen de felicidad.
La mugre y el lodo se convierten en arte.
El agua sucia es tan cristalina como la misma pureza.
Cuando me olvida, cuando me ignora, es la más cruel crucifixión.
Es relamer la sangre coagulada.
Llueve contantemente, y los relámpagos truenan mis huesos.
La harmonía se entrega dócilmente a la desolación.
Se debilita el universo.
Me seco.
Yaga mi cuerpo en Seol..
porque amarlo a él como lo amo, es mi gran pecado!
Dime Frida,
¿cómo hiciste para soportar tanto amor?
¿para amarlo más que a ti misma?
¿Para desangrar el alma y sentirte plena con él, aunque por dentro estés vacía?
No me respondas. Me obligaría a tomar una decisión.
Lo amo, aunque me mate hacerlo!
LeydisProse
6/2/2017
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
and at the end of this session, i'm going to gorge on homemade banana cake, and a glass of milk; hmm, so that's that.
hannah hallysem, chloe vevrier, rosalia verne, dakota skye, nadine jansen, milena d., katrina jade, alison tyler, sasha foxxx, noelle easton, shay fox, kourtney kane, aletta ocean, lexi belle, aria giovanni, maritza mendez, silvia loret, laura lion, ashley graham, latex lucy, alexis texas, dana dearmond, abella danger, karmen karma, jezebelle bond, keisha grey, karmen grey, jelena jensen, carmen croft, aneta buena, ines cudna, ewa sonnet, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, karolina pliskova, emma green, louisa marie, ivy nedkova, rooney mara, claire forlani, kelley scarlett, malina may, amirah adara, phoenix marie, foxy di., kenya lust, kiera winters, christy mack, paige delight, faith nelson, darya klishina, sand morris, alysha newman, silvia saint, adele stephens, deven davis, ewa wyrwal, tanya song, synn wagner, christina lucci, hunter leigh, lynda leigh, gemma atkinson, mulani rivera, sarah harding...
all those "expectations" mingling with a babuska...
gotta have a babuska after a list like that...
looks nice, doesn't it?
see how honest other people can become...
that's as honest as you're going to get:
i'm hardly an out-of-the-closet gay / intellectual...
and this is hardly the most desireds genetical "encyclopedia"
worth reciting...
but at least there's no closet,
and certainly no skeleton in it...
to be honest, i'd love to see a compendium of
a woman's favourite *****
oh sure, i can switch off...
i just start thinking about cow *******
and milk sacks; not that hard;
ugh... furr... itchy... stroking a cow is like
scratching your skin after the barbers...
milking a cow: ah... another subject
of investigation...
why do men not bother being
breast-fed, to out-compete the babe?
seems a shame to leave a vacuum for
capitalism to not investigate, don't you think?
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
I probably might have said it,
Or maybe dream it
Seeing how years of anger has tarnish my self-image
My teenage age was happier, wild and care free
Now I see elderly men and women
Lost within their minds
The signs were there
He rubs his head so frantically
His shuffling gait frustrates me so much to see him do this,
his perception of time and space
Seem to be fading
Frustration, anger, and fear build within
I looked at him and smile.
He said to me lady
“Where am I?
Do you know me?
I can’t seem to remember anything
All I can do for him
Is to keep him safe from harm
“Take your medication
Mr. Rivera”
Just take your med” sir!
When the mind is happy
We should rejoice
Eventually, the mind will fade
Into invisible dots
……………………
When the mind is pure, joy follows
Like a shadow that never leaves.
-Budda
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Bésame sin rubor,
Bésame con mal intención,
Bésame el pésame!
Que pesé el no haberte besado antes!
Cógeme, tírame, agárrame hasta que estalle desbocada
Y quede desarmada en tu jadeo.
No quiero más nada.
Mucho menos voy a rogarte.
Pero si me vas a besar…..
que sea para idolatrarte!!
Bésame sin rubor,
Déjame estallar en tu dominante pasión
Enfríame la piel,
desbrávame como el jinete a su caballo.
Usa mis labios como lienzo para tu próxima obra de arte
que se envidien Picasso y Rivera---
total, que saben ellos de quimeras!
Hártame el ocio.
Sáciame la penuria.
Oscílame en tus manos.
Bésame sin rubor.
y con la intención.
de por siempre conquistarme!
LeydisProse
2/2017
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
She sleeps by day,
wakes at night.
Falls under the waves,
fertile by sand.
Sun my child,
I only have one.
Earth my lover,
soon will have none.
My mommy rivera,
good question, my son.
I never hear her,
From continents she's forgotten.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
Mariano Rivera is as close
to God as we will ever see
Christ-like on the mound
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
Diego Rivera con la paciencia del oso
buscaba la esmeralda del bosque en la pintura
o el bermellón, la flor súbita de la sangre
recogía la luz del mundo en tu retrato.
Pintaba el imperioso traje de tu nariz,
la centella de tus pupilas desbocadas,
tus uñas que alimentan la envidia de la luna,
y en tu piel estival, tu boca de sandía.
Te puso dos cabezas de volcán encendidas
por fuego, por amor, por estirpe araucana,
y sobre los dos rostros dorados de la greda
te cubrió con el casco de un incendio bravío
y allí secretamente quedaron enredados
mis ojos en su torre total: tu cabellera.
434
listen
to a sunflower
as they tell you
their story
do not think upon
the facts
such as their height
their common colour
their strength
instead remember observing
van gogh
rivera
gauguin
so you may truly understand
why
my lover is a sunflower
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
For the Faithful Departed
Do we all holy rites.
Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum
-Henry V, 4.viii.115-116
Workmen approved indeed1, from far away
Like Abraham, exiled from the fields of home
But leaving here in their adopted land
Their blessings always, through family and faith
And so we ask Our Lady in several voices -
Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe
Notre-Dame de LaSalette
Our Lady of the Americas -
To welcome Luis and Oscar to God’s Home,
That promised Place of refreshment, light, and peace2
1 2 Timothy 2:15
2 from several Catholic prayers for the departed
Of your kindness pray for the repose
of the souls of Luis Castro and Oscar Rivera
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC