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Enero Kinse, Dos mil Kinse
Sa Villamor umindak daan-daang estudyante
Paglapag ng eroplanong Sri Lankan
Mga sasalubong naghiyawan
Pagbukas ng pintuan ng sasakyang lumilipad
Skull cap ng Santo Papa ay nilipad
Pagpanaog sa hagdan ng eroplano
Sinalubong ng mga sundalo at ng Pangulo
Pinatugtog himno ng ating bansa
Ganundin ang himno ng Vatican sa Roma
Dalawang batang ulila sa kanya sumalubong
Matamis na pagbati sa kanya ibinulong
Sa Pope Mobile na walang panangga sumakay
Ang Supremo ng Simbahan todo ngiti at kaway
Kahit gabi na kayraming tao bawat daanan
Hanggang sa Apostolic Nunciature na pagpapahingahan.

-01/16/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
My Poem No. 316
CAST:

Dr. Pepper
Captain Morgan Tatoo
Grey Goose & Kalua
M. Raymond Villamor

IN A DRUNK INSPIRED RHYME

And the Doctor takes me under as the Captain begins to sail ...
And my emotions start to drift - shall it be heaven or will it be hell?

And the Doctor tipped the bottle to make shots more and more ...
While the Captain weighed the anchor far from distant shore
So now I sit floating, feeling numb and asking what it's all for ...
Maybe the answers will come tomorrow ... but tonight I'm just not sure.
And the Doctor dripped his happy poison as the Captain cut another wake ...
So I sailed upon the Doctor’s highs and Captain’s choppy waves

The Doctor finally had to quit ... medicine he had no more ...
And the Capt's ship ran aground into the rocky shore ...
So I befriended some Black Russians to keep from being bored.
I just was not ready in sobriety to be moored

And the Russians took me in and in their grip I drifted off to sleep
All my sorrows and all my pain till the morrow it would keep
Copyright 2007 -Black Dragon Logo & Design
nick armbrister Jan 2019
Tarac (for Stone and Kurosawa)
We busted our *****
To get up there
Over a kilometre high
Where the warplanes live
And die a violent death
Meeting their end up above
On towering lonely slopes
As did Lt Stone and Sgt Kurosawa
On the same day seventy six years ago
To the day we went there
As others before had
For we had a job to do
The missing answer to find
To locate the remains of a lost pilot
Named Stone from America
Who flew a Curtiss P-40 Warhawk
In mortal battle with his nemesis
Kurosawa from Japan
With his Nakajima Ki-27 Nate
Both died that day
February 9 1942
And both haunt those inclines
One is angry and lost
One found wants to go home
One likes Hello Kitty
But not the one you think
For my drink tumbler fell
And the guide missed it
It stopped where Stone said
And there we dug dugdug
And found his airplane
Or what was once his warplane
In pieces that were scrap
But had meaning to our group
For it was this plane
That brought us here
Many hours of climbing
Swearing and sweating
To touch the clouds
And be where both hit
At what cost?
Two planes smashed
Two pilots dead
The American protecting Villamor
The Philippines' best pilot
Who flew his biplane
A Boeing Stearman
On a recon mission
The same type that flies today
With **** English wing walkers
From Clark in Bataan
The same field Kurosawa flew from
Yes synchronicity is here
Eagle Has Landed style
What does this mean now?
In 2018 right now
Is it the pilots' ghosts
Or God or fate or karma
That brought me here
To Tarac Ridge to look
To try to find Stone's bones?
When so many have looked
And failed to find him
Did we really find Lt Stone?
So he's no longer MIA
And captive here
This beautiful mountain side
Where the sky and sea become one
Where Bataan and Corregidor
Are visible
The old battlefields
Where hell occurred
Where there are more MIAs
From both sides
Both pilots hunted here
And both became the prey
Paying the ultimate cost
Bent metal and broken bones
Telling a story
Their story
If you listen
You will hear it...
Enero Diez y Nueve, Dos mil Kinse
Tulad ng pagdating, pag-alis naging simple
Subalit tulad ng unang araw
Mga nag-antabay sa daan nag-umapaw
‘Di parin natinag ang hiyawan
Ng mga taong sumalubong sa lansangan
Tulad ng pagdatal, panahon ay maganda
Napakaganda ng araw sa umaga
Paglipas ng mga araw na inulan
Bumalik din sa maaraw na pinagmulan
Mula umpisa hanggang sa wakas
Lulan parin ng Pope Mobile na bukas
Sa Villamor meron paring sayawan
Tulad ng unang paglapag sa bayan
Salamat sa wakas maayos na nakabalik
Ang Supremo ng Simbahan na sa bansa humalik.

-01/20/2015
(Dumarao)
*Pope Francis Fever Collection
My Poem No. 320

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