( Episode 1- Putong )

Poong may Kapal
Kalong po'y Dasal
Noong ako'y pagal
Tulong mo'y Bukal

KulOng pa naman at sakal
dahong binasbas ay banal
Payong ay bukas sa lokal
Balong iniigiban ay moral

kay tagal sinasalubong ng daluyong
Kay bagal umusbong ng Kamagong
Dumatal na at lumipas rin ang dagundong
Kumintal pa rin sa akin hampas ng bagumbong

Ngayong patayo na nga si Pangulong Digong
Tayong mga Pinoy pa din ang pihong bayong
may layong muling maLulan ang panibagong pinunong
Mayroong Tapang sa Pagsulong ng Totoong PagkanLong

Mala-Antonio Luna ang dila,,,hinding-hindi umuurong
Andres Bonifacio naman kung sumugod,,pag itak ang umiiral
Samantala tila Apo Lakay kung umakay ng talino sa pag-usbong
At buwis benepisyo sa sarili ang ikararangal kapara ni Jose Rizal

Sa ngalan ng ama na naging kasing-tatag ng bumbong.,..
Paupo na nga at buong pagpupunyagi sa pagitan ng tipikal kontra kritikal...
Ang anak na itinakda walang iba kundi si Presidente Bongbong...
Ang ika-Labing pitong Pangulo ng Pilipinas , sa inang-bayan ay mapagmahal !!!

© June 8, 2022
Pen by soLemn oaSis


it is not emergency but so
merging epic getting-in to
" T M A L M " episode 2
          were
reminiscing and heading
on the way too,
right inside the ride
            where
i picked packed boom,
as i rewrite my old poem
entitled tic tac toe
           wears
a single syllabication
of chosen words' lyricism
narrated from start to end and
          bears
a no beware bars set up
until i care to dare
the bottom bares on top !
       fear
neither nobody nor elses foes
and heaven knows good son
who does one hell of a bad
       near
unproven bundled doses of unrhymed
lines made by those unarmed farmers
gonewild with unarmored poetries .
                    T  E  A  R ! ! !
             h  r  r  e
             r  a  r  p
            o  s  i  e
            u  u  v a
            g  r  e  t
             h  e  s  s

it is not emergency but so
merging epic getting-in to
" T M A L M " episode 2
          were
reminiscing and heading
on the way too,
right inside the ride
            where
i picked packed boom,
as i rewrite my old poem
entitled tic tac toe
           wears
a single syllabication
of chosen words' lyricism
narrated from start to end and
          bears
a no beware bars set up
until i care to dare
the bottom bares on top !
       fear
neither nobody nor elses foes
and heaven knows good son
who does one hell of a bad
       near
unproven bundled doses of unrhymed
lines made by those unarmed farmers
gonewild with unarmored poetries .
                    T  E  A  R ! ! !
             h  r  r  e
             r  a  r  p
            o  s  i  e
            u  u  v a
            g  r  e  t
             h  e  s  s