"tomas" poems
On the 15th of May
In the French Laund-er-y
There was a small man,
The Chef De Partie
He was mixing and stirring
And stirring his sauce,
But his sauce wouldn’t thicken
He was at a loss
So he needed to think
and ponder awhile
Until on his face
Was a bright white smile.
“I have it!” He said.
“I know what to do
All that I need
Is a nice thick roux.”
No reductions or tomatoes
Or even puree
He needed the roux
It was the only way
So what he did next
was truly “the ****
He melted some butter
And dumped flour in it.
This mixture was gloppy
And looked like wet sand
The roux was ‘a cooking
But looked awfully bland
Morton must think
How to flavor this glob
Chef Tomas Keller said
“Morton its your job”
He thought and he thought
“Oh what can I do?
Bechamel or Veloute?
What to do with this roux.”
“Veloute I think
Sounds good for today.
I’ll make some of that.
Chef might exclaim, “yay!”
So he added some stock
Of Gertrude McFuzz
It was the best bird
It certainly was
Fond Blanc De McFuzz
Was clear and not milky
Morton’s Veloute
Ought to be silky
He cooked it awhile
Maybe for one half an hour
And when it began to bubble
The roux showed its power.
It thickened and coated
The back of a spoon
This stuff’s almost ready
It should be done soon
He strained it
removing the floury bits
It needed to be clean
No clumpys or grits
It was almost over
It was just about ready
It still needed some tweaking
“Can’t we eat it already?!”
“No” said chef Teller
as he took a lick
Was it good? Was it bad?
Was the sauce too thick
“You did a great job!
Trust me, you did.”
Said Teller to Morton
“You did good kid”
“One thing I will say
That you forgot to put in
It’s the most vital ingredient
In the entire kitchen”
“Its something that most chefs
Don’t use a lot of
It comes from within
The spice of true love”
Morton thought a bit
Like he often does
And then he said
“Chef! That’s what it was”
“It didn’t taste right
It was missing its pop
Its pep in its step
Its fizzle. Its hop”
He learned something there
From Chef Thomas Teller
Food needs more love
It needs to be stellar
After all that
And in the end
Morton threw it away
And started again.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Gugunitain daw nila ang pagpapakasakit ng anak ng diyos. Paano tanong ng isa sa kanila? Ewan ko, bahala ka. Magpapapako ba ako sa krus o magpapahampas ng latigo habang pasan ko ito? Tang-ina bahala ka pati ba naman yan problema ko pa?
Mas guwapo daw si Hudas kumpara kay Hesus at ito daw si Magdalena ang naging asawa ng Tagapagligtas. E ano ngayon?
Hindi ako apektado kahit pinalaya ni Pilato si Barabas kapalit ni Kristo at wala rin akong paki-alam kahit paulit-ulit na nagduda si Tomas.
Kung nabuhay mang muli si Kristo at umakyat sa langit wala itong kabuluhan, sayang lang ang kanyang pagpapakasakit.
Bakit?
Sapagkat lalong dumami ang mga ulol na tao sa mundo; hindi napabuti ang sangkatauhan sa ginawang pagpapakasakit ng karpintero ng Galileya mukhang lalo pa itong napasama. Patuloy na lumaganap ang kasakiman at kaulolan ng tao sa mundo.
kaya't walang saysay na gunitain ang Mahal na Araw sapagkat mura at walang halaga ang bawat oras ng mga mamamatay tao at manlulupig na nagsasabing sila'y mga tagasunod ni Kristo.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
Cada ves que te mirava
Carisia queria darte
Esa carita linda
Amor como te queria
Nunca deje de amarte
En mi corazon gotas de sangre
Cuentan en la eternidad
La profundidad con la que te quiero
Como un reloj de arena eterna
Pedesito de mi alma
Cada momento de existencia
Tu tomas contingo
Que increible la vida
Saber que puedo amar
Pero como tu me rechasas
No quiero amar a nadie mas
Por que la perfeccion que yo busco
Esta escondida dentro de ti
Tras tu rechaso, me vuelvo loco
No entiendo las cadenas
Que me atan a ti
Sin rason, sin autonomia
Mi cuerpo, mi alma, y mi mente
Se atan sin mi permiso
A la idea de tu amor
Como quisiera correr
De la carcel de tu corazon
Donde mi amor esta escondido
Amor como te queria
Nunca deje de amarte
En mi corazon gotas de sangre
Cuentan en la eternidad
La profundidad con la que te quiero
Como un reloj de arena eterna
Pero todo lo que mi ser expressa
Esta fuera de mi control
Cuando me quiero escapar
De lo que siento por ti
Mi mente piensa de ti
Mi alma te siente aqui
Mi cuerpo añora tu carisia
Cada pena que mi corazon
Acumula por ti
Me deja en parálisis
Y no se como puedo escapar
Amor como te queria
Nunca deje de amarte
En mi corazon gotas de sangre
Cuentan en la eternidad
La profundidad con la que te quiero
Como un reloj de arena eterna
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
Not prison, nor killed,
But his memoir's fulfilled
He named me Ann Williams
Amidst hints he instilled.
His fact is our fiction - demurely disguised.
Bad move, Tomas Gregory
You're tied to your lies
Unwise, catalyzed
Your pathetic demise.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry.
1. Hailey L May 5
2. Elizabeth Squires May 4
3. Tim Knight May 3
4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3
5. Vi Snicket May 2
6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30
7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30
8. Mike Winegar Apr 29
9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29
10. Christopher Munro Apr 29
11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26
12. Shari Forman Apr 25
13. Jessica Who Apr 24
14. RedWritingHood Apr 22
15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21
16. Rocky G Apr 19
17. Sarina Apr 18
18. John Moffatt Apr 17
19. Izisfat Apr 9
20. Leila Apr 8
21. Marian Apr 5
22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30
23. Michelle Mar 26
24. Kristo Frost Mar 25
25. Ra Mar 20
26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15
27. ennyo Mar 11
28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9
29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8
30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20
31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2
32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17
33. Md HUDA Jan 6
34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1
35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012
36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012
37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012
38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012
39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012
40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012
41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012
42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012
43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012
44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012
45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012
46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012
47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012
48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012
49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012
I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each.
Thank you all.
First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog.
(-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-)
(-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
Ganito s'ya ipinakilala ng Supremo:
Mga kapatid
narito ang isang binata
estudyante ng Letran at Sto. Tomas
magaling na manunulat
makisig at walang takot
isang tunay na Tagalog
na umiibig ng tapat sa Inang Bayan.
Ngayong gabi
sa ating pagpupulong
s'ya ay ating tatanggapin bilang kasapi
at hihirangin na maging isang kalihim.
S'ya ang susulat
ng mga dokumento ng kilusan
magiging aking kanang kamay
at utak ng katipunan.
simulan ang ritwal at ang sanduguan.
Kapatid na Emilio
binabati ka ng lahat ng katipun
mula ngayon hindi kana tatawagin na Jacinto
kundi Pingkian na
yan ang rebolusyunaryong sagisag mo sa kilusan.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
Aquel el dolor sigue presente, Logró marcar un precedente…
Y hoy, hoy sigues mal…
Aquel recuerdo esta en tu mente, Como si fuera ayer lo sientes…
Y hoy, hoy sigues mal…
Confiabas en el tiempo como aliado para sanar tus heridas…
Mientras vives encerrado en el recuerdo y no encuentras la salida…
**Y te destruye como el veneno que gota a gota llena la tasa…
Y la amargura es como un trueno que estremece toda tu casa…
Y la venganza entro en acción pero aquí te presento el perdón…
"Porque el perdón es…"
Es más que un sentimiento, es más que una emoción
El tiempo no te ayuda, tuya es la de decisión…
Enfrenta ese tormento, y sal de esa prisión
Porque no fue tu culpa, otorga el perdón...**
Aquello que pasó, aquel suceso duro te marcó
Pensaste que lo habías olvidado pero no
Que ya no te afectaba ni pasaba por tu mente
Pero volvió a afectarte y todavía está latente…
Desde aquel momento has continuado por la vida
Esperando que sea el tiempo el que sane las heridas
A veces lo has recordado y con nada de templanza
Haz pensando en la opción de acudir a la venganza…
Si, fue doloroso, no fue nada bueno
Pero el resentimiento es similar a un veneno
Que gota a gota tomas para no enfrentar la pena
Pero termina contigo te destruye y te envenena…
Como tóxico que acaba con el alma y corazón
Que te presenta el odio como una gran opción
Pero al final tú eres quien recibe la aflicción
Pues se enfermó tu cuerpo por la falta de perdón…
**Y te destruye como el veneno que gota a gota llena la tasa…
Y la amargura es como un trueno que estremece toda tu casa…
Y la venganza entro en acción pero aquí te presento el perdón…
"Porque el perdón es…"
Es más que un sentimiento, es más que una emoción
El tiempo no te ayuda, tuya es la de decisión…
Enfrenta ese tormento, y sal de esa prisión
Porque no fue tu culpa, otorga el perdón...**
Perdona y saca todo veneno guardado
Permite la salida del rencor acumulado
Perdona, reacciona y regresa al presente
Lo que pasó se fue ya no lo tengas pendiente
Quizás hayas pensado que no hay una razón
Que no fuiste culpable de lo de tu corazón…
Pero en ocasiones el perdón por algo trágico
Habrá que darlo aunque suene ilógico
Como aquel caballero que por ti fue mal herido
Tomando tu lugar te dio un regalo inmerecido…
No suena razonable tampoco apetecible
Pero te perdonó y hoy por eso tú eres libre
Y que mejor ejemplo que la vida de Jesús
Que no tenia que hacerlo; pero en una cruz
Llevó toda la culpa que agobió su corazón
Pero con todo y eso recibiste su perdón…
**Y te destruye como el veneno que gota a gota llena la tasa…
Y la amargura es como un trueno que estremece toda tu casa…
Y la venganza entro en acción pero aquí te presento el perdón…
"Porque el perdón es…"
Es más que un sentimiento, es más que una emoción
El tiempo no te ayuda, tuya es la de decisión…
Enfrenta ese tormento, y sal de esa prisión
Porque no fue tu culpa, otorga el perdón...**
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Let's sail away past the noise of the bay
Let's sail away past the birth and death of the day
Let's sail away to where the blues and greens swirl into grey
Let's sail away
Let's sail away past the cradle of these waves
Let's sail away past the tide and its slow decay
Let's sail away to where the water goes, some endless open space
Let's sail away
Take only what you need, my love, and leave the rest behind
Don't be afraid of where we'll go, my love
I promise you will be fine
Now you are the only one that's mine
Let's sail away past the reflections of the light
Let's sail away floating weightless through the night
Let's sail away like a photograph fading to all white
It's finally alright
Forget all the mistakes, my love
They won't be made again
Leave the photos in the drawer, my love
We no longer need them
We both know where we've been
Let's sail away disappearing in a mist
Let's sail away with a whisper and a kiss
or vanish from a road somewhere, like Tereza and Tomas
suspended in this bliss
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
*****
Tu voz llena de una suplica
Y ella abrazando sus rodillas
Agachaba su cabeza.
***** Mírame.
Pensaba en que jamás había escuchado
Tu voz con ese tono
Tierno, un poco adolorido, desesperado.
Por lo menos dime algo.
Que podría decir,
Se preguntaba,
Si de todos modos
Estaba ya decidido.
La tomas de la mano,
Y solo notas que esconde su cara
Pero no ves el nudo en su garganta,
Las lagrimas a punto de brotar,
El temblor que la sacudía por dentro.
Sabes que así es mejor.
Menea la cabeza que si.
Pero siente tu mano
Tibia
Enlazada entre sus dedos,
Y piensa que no se resignara
A no tenerla otra vez así.
La tienes abrazada,
Y contemplas un rato
Las nubes
Que cubren las estrellas.
Pasa un señor de edad y se sonríe
Al mirarlos así,
Parecía una señorita apenada
De la mano
De su novio enamorado
Contando luceritos.
Algo la despierta,
Desenredandose,
Reclama su mano
Y despeja su mente.
No entiendo.
Su voz, aun un poco ronca,
Te sorprende por decidida.
Tu mano queda destendida
En forma de sus dedos
Y al mirarla te quedas helado,
Tal vez un poco rechazado.
La enrollas mientras habla,
Y te abrazas a ti mismo
Y ella cruza sus manos,
Mirando al suelo.
Como era posible
Que deshacías su amor
de la misma manera
Que la enamoraste,
Tomándola de la mano,
Y en tus brazos?
No.
Decidiste hacerla sufrir,
De una vez entonces.
No hay adiós fácil,
No hay adiós apiadado,
Si uno no quiere decirlo.
Que crueldad,
Piensa con coraje.
Y tu, tal vez pensando
Que siempre te pudo sorprender.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
Estoy en túnel
Como estoy en boda, detrás
De un velo *****
La oscuridad me abraza: mi novia nueva
Pero veo una luz
Y ¡Corro! ¡Corro!
Corro a la luz
Pero cuando llego a la luz
Veo
¡Matador! ¡Matador!
Mi verdugo, vestido en luces
Una esponja para las hurras
De una gente sanguinaria
Veo tu cara y sé: voy a morir hoy
Pero si voy a matar es una cosa diferente
Para ti nuestro intercambio solo es un juego
Para mi es una guerra
Si gano será una victoria pírrica
Donde seré la pérdida sola:
Vivirás para siempre en memoria
Yo habré sido solo carne de res
Te esconderás detrás
De tus amigos montados:
Sus banderillas me hacen
Parecer como puercoespín
Y seré débil cuando me peleas finalmente:
El protagonista es un cobarde.
Y yo soy el carácter solo quien sabe la verdad:
La verdad muere conmigo
Mis cuernos no son armas o herramientas
Son símbolos del orgullo de la familia mía
Un orgullo te diezmas cuando me tomas para deporte
Lucho con mi orgullo, mi hoja más afilado
Toso y toso y toso
Pero no puedo desbancar tu espada
Mi espalda es una cadena rota
Mi orgullo untado en la arena:
Vomito mi sangre para una vez más
Para ensuciar tus manos
Porque en los ojos de tu familia eres limpio
Y eso no puede estar
Más lejos de la realidad
Entonces, muero
Debajo de las luces
Escuchando de las gritas de ¡TORO!
¡Toro!
toro…
La oscuridad es mi novia nueva
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
Senate Clever, Ohio - 1000, 1850, 2. Download
the new label model Successor 2: Other
Francs, if needed Ijärvi princesses with good
ears, healthy and secure = total aging time;
Livestock tax (Dutch, Dutch, 1925 for thousands of years;
Cyprus is simple and safe [1] SARS (+ opinions)
Multiple tubes; Animals in the Sahara Desert;
Plants, Wireless Mixes (/ juki) Competitor
Protection (bacteria Astro-Microbiologists, Etc.),
by diet [3] [2] [Greek, "yes" or "right" In Greek]
European Union, b Tomas Pain's
Language- Yet, YBU: The burning of the Qur'an
Who does not speak to the king of the king
Associated with the Emperor, Biology
Biologist Products also cover many different
biologists and pharmaceutical products.
Nothing to work with a small universe;
Some have large holes; To cope with the worst
of problems? You will get swift changes
to your stomach; For the future. Every change
will be reported to the new employee service
board. I do not like Chinese. For example,
if something Changes Every Four years;
These are general Instructions. Brand new;
Similar women, but a little bedroom; This is true ...
not for you and the other fish. Read on Read
[7] Pedestrians can be used on foot. Examples: C.
And lastly. Ten years later, your Frequency
will
range from 10% to 1.1 ...
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
Me siento a orillas del mar para conjugar tus besos.
Para escribir tu mirada en mis páginas
Para pintar el destello de tu sonrisa
¿Cómo he de plasmar en páginas lo que en vida no puedo explicar?
¿Cómo explicarlo, cómo conseguirlo?
¿Cómo?
Me desnudo a orillas del mar, para buscar en mi hogar la libertad que me provocan tus manos.
Para escuchar el gemido agudo de tu alma,
Para besar los lunares de tu espalda.
¡Pura delicia la que posee tu cuerpo!
¡Pura suerte la mía de poseerlo!
¡Pura suerte la de ambos al tenernos!
Me tomas a orillas del mar para hacerme saber que soy tuya.
Para dibujarme los recuerdos
Para sumergirte en esta y en mis otras vidas.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Alli estás y no tienes ni idea de todo lo que está aquí. A no mas de 1 metro de distancia, se desata una guerra en mi cabeza de la que no te voy a contar. Me duele el pecho, las manos y la cabeza, me siento estúpida pero también me siento rara. Por algún motivo no puedo hablar, es como si me hubieran cortado la lengua y todo lo que sale no sirve para comunicar. Esto es lo mejor que pude hacer.
Hace ya algún tiempo me enamore, de el chico menos indicado en el peor momento de mi vida. No, él no eres tú. Me hizo mas daño del que yo me hize a mi y eso esta bien, supongo que me lo merecí, siempre he sido una muy mala persona. Tiempo después te conocí y lo que siento por tí no es amor, ni es cariño, es desprecio. Te desprecio por hacerme amar a todos y cada uno de mis defectos solo por que tu dices que lo amas, sea verdad o no. Te desprecio por que en tu forma loca de hacerme reflexionar te tomas el tiempo de pensar que es lo mejor para mi, sin importar lo que tu quieras. O almenos eso me haz hecho creer. Te desprecio por la forma en la que duermes, respiras, vives. No lo tomes a mal, del odio al amor hay solo un paso.
Perdona si alguna vez sone un poco fuera de tono, con un vocabulario que yo se tu preferirias no escuchar. Pero ultimamente pienso que mis defectos se vuelven más yo de lo que deben ser. Perdona, mi vida, si te digo que te necesito conmigo. Perdon, pero tu me hiciste quererte.
Hace ya algunos meses me enamoré, del hombre más perfectamente hecho para mi en la tierra. Y si, este si eres tú. Tu no me haces daño
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
"Neither him nor I could decide for ourselves if we wanted to outlive the night.”
- Tomas Kalnoky of Streetlight Manifesto, The Big Sleep
It wasn't necessarily bad,
It was just different.
It was slower,
It was bend, bend, tremolo,
It was high, low, high, low, high
It was nowhere and
It was everywhere.
It was soft, but
It was growing harder.
It was but
It wasn't.
It was never a dull moment.
It wasn't up nor was it down
It was hidden
It was you, you, you, you, you
It was nigh and
It was sudden but
It was bound for the floor.
It was 80 proof
It was strong enough to knock out a lightweight, but
It was medicine to the depressed
It was a drug you **** for hours and
It was a fake ****** Above all
It was a blue eye,
It was a stapler
I was in your head and
It was in my hand.
It was straight and narrow
It was at least 50 miles per hour against traffic.
It was a grape
It was peeled and
It was a strange set of values.
It was live in 1970, but
It was rerecorded
It was redistributed to the public in 1991.
It was 1992,
It was cloudy and
It was red.
It was an open sore
It was lingering for sun.
It wasn't like this hadn't happened before.
It was run of the mill
It was a pop fly, 80 ft high.
It was a million other people
It was true but
It was true to a fault.
It was one lie after another after another.
It was a chance for redemption but
It was a Christmas on Easter.
It was thick and
It was slushy and
It was nothing out of the ordinary.
It was a mistaken interest
It was a mistaken identity... above all
It was a mistake.
It was the best mistake, but
It was a mistake.
It was dry then
It was wet then
It was yellow then
It was wet.
It was rise, fall, lift, rise, fall, fall
It was a bag full of nothing.
It was a wall of notes
It was a wall of sound
It was low-end techno mixed with high quality
FLACK.
It was it was it was it
It was, was it?
It was it.
It was braille.
It was written and
It was the start of the end.
It was just junk, and
It was a shame.
It was potential, sheer potential.
Now,
It is just ***** in a sink.
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
En santa Águeda de Burgos, do juran los hijosdalgo,
le toman jura a Alfonso por la muerte de su hermano;
tomábasela el buen Cid, ese buen Cid castellano,
sobre un cerrojo de hierro y una ballesta de palo
y con unos evangelios y un crucifijo en la mano.
Las palabras son tan fuertes que al buen rey ponen espanto;
-Villanos te maten, Alonso, villanos, que no hidalgos,
de las Asturias de Oviedo, que no sean castellanos;
mátente con aguijadas, no con lanzas ni con dardos;
con cuchillos cachicuernos, no con puñales dorados;
abarcas traigan calzadas, que no zapatos con lazo;
capas traigan aguaderas, no de contray ni frisado;
con camisones de estopa, no de holanda ni labrados;
caballeros vengan en burras, que no en mulas ni en caballos;
frenos traigan de cordel, que no cueros fogueados.
Mátente por las aradas, que no en villas ni en poblado,
sáquente el corazón por el siniestro costado;
si no dijeres la verdad de lo que te fuere preguntando,
si fuiste, o consentiste en la muerte de tu hermano.
Las juras eran tan fuertes que el rey no las ha otorgado.
Allí habló un caballero que del rey es más privado:
-Haced la jura, buen rey, no tengáis de eso cuidado,
que nunca fue rey traidor, ni papa descomulgado.
Jurado había el rey que en tal nunca se ha hallado;
pero allí hablara el rey malamente y enojado:
-Muy mal me conjuras, Cid, Cid, muy mal me has conjurado,
mas hoy me tomas la jura, mañana me besarás la mano.
-Por besar mano de rey no me tengo por honrado,
porque la besó mi padre me tengo por afrentado.
-Vete de mis tierras, Cid, mal caballero probado,
y no vengas más a ellas dende este día en un año.
-Pláceme, dijo el buen Cid, pláceme, dijo, de grado,
por ser la primera cosa que mandas en tu reinado.
Tú me destierras por uno, yo me destierro por cuatro.
Ya se parte el buen Cid, sin al rey besar la mano,
con trescientos caballeros, todos eran hijosdalgo;
todos son hombres mancebos, ninguno no había cano;
todos llevan lanza en puño y el hierro acicalado,
y llevan sendas adargas con borlas de colorado.
Mas no le faltó al buen Cid adonde asentar su campo.
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"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
"But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
"I shot him dead because-
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That's clear enough: although
"He thought he'd list, perhaps,
Off-hand-like-just as I-
Was out of work-had sold his traps-
No other reason why.
"Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-a-crown."
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
En Santa Gadea de Burgos
do juran los hijosdalgo,
allí toma juramento
el Cid al rey castellano,
sobre un cerrojo de hierro
y una ballesta de palo.
Las juras eran tan recias
que al buen rey ponen espanto.
-Villanos te maten, rey,
villanos, que no hidalgos;
abarcas traigan calzadas,
que no zapatos con lazo;
traigan capas aguaderas,
no capuces ni tabardos;
con camisones de estopa,
no de holanda ni labrados;
cabalguen en sendas burras,
que no en mulas ni en caballos,
las riendas traigan de cuerda,
no de cueros fogueados;
mátente por las aradas,
no en camino ni en poblado;
con cuchillos cachicuernos,
no con puñales dorados;
sáquente el corazón vivo,
por el derecho costado,
si no dices la verdad
de lo que te es preguntado:
si tú fuiste o consentiste
en la muerte de tu hermano.
Las juras eran tan fuertes
que el rey no las ha otorgado.
Allí habló un caballero
de los suyos más privado:
-Haced la jura, buen rey,
no tengáis de eso cuidado,
que nunca fue rey traidor,
ni Papa descomulgado.
Jura entonces el buen rey
que en tal nunca se ha hallado.
Después habla contra el Cid
malamente y enojado:
-Mucho me aprietas, Rodrigo,
Cid, muy mal me has conjurado,
mas si hoy me tomas la jura,
después besarás mi mano.
-Aqueso será, buen rey,
como fuer galardonado,
porque allá en cualquier tierra
dan sueldo a los hijosdalgo.
-¡Vete de mis tierras, Cid,
mal caballero probado,
y no me entres más en ellas,
desde este día en un año!
-Que me place -dijo el Cid-.
que me place de buen grado,
por ser la primera cosa
que mandas en tu reinado.
Tú me destierras por uno
yo me destierro por cuatro.
Ya se partía el buen Cid
sin al rey besar la mano;
ya se parte de sus tierras,
de Vivar y sus palacios:
las puertas deja cerradas,
los alamudes echados,
las cadenas deja llenas
de podencos y de galgos;
sólo lleva sus halcones,
los pollos y los mudados.
Con el iban los trescientos
caballeros hijosdalgo;
los unos iban a mula
y los otros a caballo;
todos llevan lanza en puño,
con el hierro acicalado,
y llevan sendas adargas
con borlas de colorado.
Por una ribera arriba
al Cid van acompañando;
acompañándolo iban
mientras él iba cazando.
827
Enero Diez y Otso, Dos mil Kinse
Kayrami paring mga sumalubong sa kalye
Unang tinungo Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas
Tuloy parin ang pangaral at pagbasbas
Nakipagkita mga pinuno ng ibang relihiyon
Humingi ng pag-unawa at kapayapaan sa mga nasyon
Nakinig sa hinaing ng mga kabataan
Inalo isang batang babaeng luhaan
Huling tinungo ang Grandstand sa Quirino
Kung saan may pinakamaraming dumalo
Tinig ng koro nakapangingilabot
Mensahe ng Dios abot na abot
Oh anong saya nang tawagin ng Santo Papa
Na dakila ang aming munting bansa
Ngayong kapistahan ni Santo Niño
Kanyang ipinaalaala halaga ng mga bata sa mundo.
-01/19/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Tristes van los zamoranos metidos en gran quebranto;
retados son de traidores, de alevosos son llamados;
más quieren todos ser muertos que no traidores nombrados.
Día era de san Millán, ese día señalado,
todos duermen en Zamora, mas no duerme Arias Gonzalo;
aún no es bien amanecido que el cielo estaba estrellado,
castigando está a sus hijos, a todos cuatro está armando,
las palabras que les dice son de mancilla y quebranto:
-Yo he de lidiar el primero con don Diego el castellano:
si con mentira nos reta, vencerle he y hágoos salvos;
pero si cualquier traidor hay entre los zamoranos,
y él nos reta con verdad, muerto quedaré en el campo.
Morir quiero y no ver muerte de hijos que tanto amo.
Las armas pide el buen viejo, sus hijos le están armando,
las grebas le están poniendo; doña Urraca que allí ha entrado,
llorando de los sus ojos y el cabello destrenzado:
-¿Para qué tomas las armas? ¿Dónde vas, mi viejo amo:
pues sabéis, si vos morís, perdido es todo mi estado?
¡Acordaos que prometistes a mi padre don Fernando
de nunca desampararme ni dejar de vuestra mano!
Caballeros de la infanta a don Arias van rogando
que les deje la batalla, que la tomarán de grado;
mas él sólo da sus armas a su hijo don Fernando:
-¡Dios vaya contigo, hijo, la mi bendición te mando;
ve a salvar los de Zamora; como Cristo a los humanos!
Sin poner pie en el estribo don Fernando ha cabalgado.
Por aquel postigo viejo galopando se ha alejado
adonde estaban los jueces, que ya le están esperando;
partido les han el sol, dejado les han el campo.
718
El muro me das
Sin mostrarme la puerta
Huérfano soy, de alma y pie
Limites pintas
En colores de retos
La pintura me vendes a cambio de paz
Libertad tomas
La conviertes en miedo
Con sangre escribes mi nueva canción
Promesas me haces
De pasión y impacto
Los confundes con lucha y labor
Me haces creer que
Deseo rodera
Sentirme segura y en comodidad
Me robas del nuevo,
Ser aventurero
Mis sueños ahogas en ayer
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
Today in an ****** epidemic,
Little feeling empathetic.
Empathetic for the young lives,
Affected by this epidemic.
Mothers, fathers popping pills to make them feel,
If it’s okay according to the FDA then this is a real ordeal.
Inflicting pain on the young hearts
Families once whole, now ripped apart, hard.
For pain they call it therapeutical,
In reality place the blame on Pharmaceuticals.
The doctors who prescribed the pills for pain,
Only for the addictiveness to take over the brains,
The brain keeping us sane until we swerve a little too far out of our lane,
Into the rubble the car crashes,
You know you’re in trouble when family dynamic is nothing but ashes,
Once a loving mother, father, sister, brother.
Now they can’t remember one another.
A simple prescription turning into a burden, an addiction.
Your once young teenage daughter
Until the day we caught her.
Locking her door,
Always wanting more.
It began simple with Marijuana,
Then someone asked, “You wanna?”
This will make you feel nice,
But she never asked, at what price…
A simple anxiety pill, Xanax,
Then everything downhill, she panicked.
A legal prescription “Medicine”
Quote from Tomas Edison,
“I have not failed, I’ve just found 100 ways that won’t work,
But with a smirk
Now she’s aware, that is the perk.
That’s the confliction, the confliction with the concept of addiction,
Definition of addiction, the fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity.
Now that’s the subscription, you subscribed to the addiction.
Paying for the new issue monthly
Only the best for you honey.
Full ride scholarship,
Until she slipped.
All the way down, rock bottom.
Hit the ground, she couldn’t hear them.
Screaming for her to stop,
Until the day she climbed to the rooftop,
She didn’t ever fall,
Maybe it would have been best for her after all,
If she jumped to let go,
Because after all we know how far she’ll go.
The constant desire,
The desire to light the fire,
The fire under her pipe, doing what the monster said was right.
The finding of the final stage, the monster,
The true destruction of your once perfect girl.
She took the blame,
Her mother claimed it was her who felt the pain,
The pain forcing her to take the blame when it was just her best interest to maintain,
Keep her brain happy before she go insane,
Insane from all the pain that a simple pill caused,
She’s simply trying to maintain…
Do we blame the victim?
Push them down kick them?
The true destruction of her mind,
Something legal,
Yet truly evil.
If it’s FDA approved,
Is it really okay to do?
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Most hated places i hate to leave.
Very few in square meters a rectangular shaped
It has its own environment from a tungsten tomas made sun
Probably Tesla if they had not shaken hands on things
Cage for a man of my diameter
One of the hottest places on earth
Even under the rain,
Tesla ensures sweats
Yet, they are not felt
, And dancing manoeuvres are limited
The portal for all
To travel from bigbang to sven suns
To discharge all emotions
To refresh and recharge
And the witch doctor to all evil
Second to none
Prehabs to the berth which is all angel
Yet, this portal known to both evil and angel may be the most underrated places in universe..
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
How much can a lizard know, I wonder,
looking out my window at my rock
in the shadow of my house,
always a glance away when
an I am in this position
and aware there is
there, the rock, the still threaded witness,
in granite,
the shaking that shook up all the mountains
shook them all all up
at once
it was a whole planet shaking at once, rung
like abaodingball
abiding in the echoes we can hear with our augmental
ears,
we know whales sing when no one is listening,
as we know the sound of a certain tree
falling
in
a legend, new and old, a sticky thought,
ancient of days, is this lizard brain,
you still work?
WOW, OLD CODE FROMe ericfrome-ish havingbeing
Tomas Auge, reviewexpress weighting algorythm,
it tipped. 13 years, 327 days, 57 minutes 13. nnnnnnnnnnnnn
Any time this happens we yoostasay selah,
now we breathe,
once to be
once to have
once to hold and look around. are we dragging any fool
to madness?
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
The fabric owl.
Eyes wide open.
Deep in thought.
He really ought to do something to escape.
He's rather old.
Doesn't want to be caught.
Not up to flying away.
Can't anyway.
His wings are stitched.
Ginger mate sat next to him.
Eyeing him up.
He's thinking.
The moggy that is.
He supposed to chase birds.
Isn't he?
Who's going to make the first move?
Old fabric owl.
Her bedside company, since childhood.
When days weren't stressful.
Always good.
Vicki's loyal confidante
Around longer than Ginger Tomas.
Tomas looks and thinks and thinks some more.
Thinking that Mortimer, the owl that is.
Must be very bored never moves a muscle.
Doesn't go anywhere, ever.
Tomas wants to play.
Mortimer, well he's not up for it today.
Just wants to sleep some more.
Listen very closely.
You may even hear him snore.
(c) Livvi
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC