cultural Marxism

Parang Turumpo (in Tagalog language)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Parang Trumpo

 

 

 

Paikut-ikutin mo
ang sarili sa
gusot at gulo

 

 

Hinayaan ka nila
na ika'y mahilo.

 

 

Sana ay huwag
ka namang
malito.

 

 

Ganiyan nga ba
ang buhay sa
mundo?

 

 

Gigisingin ka
ng mga ipuipo.

 

 

Yun ay kung
paparating na
—ang mga

matitinding bagyo!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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—to one's own company (original working title: the music you play)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

—to one's own company
(original working title: the music you play)

 

 

 

 

are these leaves pure green tea,

to steep in a cup

designed so quaintly?

 

 

i know a type of

music, but not all things

jazzy

because there

could be drill rap music

which they—call—

classy

 

 

it's not a pretty picture
anymore for a degenerate

generation,

i think transnationalism

somehow creates a
nation

 

 

i just hope we don't fall
victim to this wake of
insanity—

to be foisted, with gradual

influence—to one's own

company—

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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kulturang banyaga (in Tagalog language)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

kulturang banyaga

 

 

 

 

kulturang

       banyaga

kulturang

       kahanga-hanga

 

aking natagpuan

       sa 'di kalayuan

 

akin siya,

       akin siya!

 

magpakailanman—

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thing theory








thing theory

 

 

 

all are just these props


our heartbeats untranslated


iconoclasm








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 06.23.2023 (Notes/Comments box entry was reedited for misspelled/mistyped/misconstructed words, incl. one in the hashtags (a misconstructed word "ultural..");01.02.2023 [22:25]

 

I momentarily added only three hashtags (upon glancing and reviewing some older poems while posting newer entries, despite already having similarly grouped hashtags, eg. cultural variation.  They are the following:  cultural variances, cultural transformation, cultural variance.

befriending the plants—








befriending the plants—

 

 

 

 

befriending the plants

the good plants and the bad plants

to tell which ones are—








Forest I

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forest I

 

 

Sleeping while awake

A log must notice mushrooms

Feeding off of him








Author's Notes/Comments: 

A "haiku" that emerged from this unholy time of day (wee hours) which must be a direct result of an experience or, maybe, just another well-constructed, affected poem to depict or evoke something that is yet to be discovered or untangled (all according to time).  It could be a philosophically directed theme since it is using vague references (my unusual metaphors) despite the use of ordinary language.


Politically Correct Christmas

There is a Jesus fetus
And condoms on my tree,
Because today is Christmas--
And Christmas is PC.

 

My Santa is a lesbian,
Her skin is dark as night--
She came along with tranny Claus
With clitoral delight.

 

She promised free abortions,
Free tests for HIV,
While spreading guacamole
On my GBLT.

 

I thought I was in heaven,
I thought I was in hell,
When I heard Santa moaning
Hoe-moe with anal bells.

 

For Christmas is for giving
Your lover in the rear--
So rejoice my little ones
And spread the Christmas queer.

 

         December 25, 2013
    

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