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Philippine National Election

The Cruelty of May


May—a month of endless delight and fun
Of flowers, smiles, and sun-kissed skins
But every after six years
Election crawls, I dread
The dawn of chaos
Turmoil began
We endure

Loads of promises from cunning tongues
Tales of lies, politicians sang
When will this treachery end?
An unending cycle—
A game of power,
Greed and deceit
We endure

Poetry Form: Nonet


Day 4: In his poem “The Wasteland,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why. Perhaps it’s September, because kids have to go back to school. Or January, because the holidays are over and now you’re up to your neck in snow. Or maybe it’s a month most people wouldn’t think of (like April), but which you think of because of something that’s happened in your life. Happy (or, if not happy, not-too-cruel) writing!

May is one of the merriest months. Here in the Philippines, May means SUMMER and what could go wrong with summer? Also, most fiesta are held on the month of May so you will never run out of FOOD (as long as you know where to go). BUT every after six years, May implies the Philippine National Election. Promises. Lies. Chaos. Death. 😦

Read more 2016 NaPoWriMo entries here!

Flatterers and Fools


Flatterers and fools
To power they drool
Honeyed words, sugar-sweet
Night and day, they breathe of cheat
Savages in polished suits
To vagabonds they stomp their boots
And if in frivolous pledge we fall
In misery we shall crawl

In response to The Daily Post prompt: Frivolous

A little over a month from now, PH will be having its national election for the next governing body. As much as we would like to have ideal leaders that are dedicated to public service, we couldn’t really have that. Can we?

“Choose the lesser evil,” this is the very thing I have in mind. It’s saddening that we are left with this choice but that’s life. It happens.

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