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fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon circle in search of wealth was a mission and a passion that burned my soul and cost opportune time, time that should have been spent searching for happiness, honoring life and family while keeping healthy, that is, a healthy body with a healthy mind that will attain happiness when you obtain wealth.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon may I help you it is an excruciating experience to be dressed in distressed designer denim and equally distressed designer shirt, and be tailed by a dumb-bunny at macy. you are brown, somewhat elderly, in your wallet is a stash of money, more than her monthly pay, yet you are indicted a seeker of prey. feeling you are a second class citizen, is a lamentation that demands action. will you confront and incite rebellion, or retreat to reality's ghetto of exclusion?

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon haiku five troubled traveler, railroad tracks going nowhere, rest, think, grasp lifes map. haiku six wall street predator, renounce your ill-gotten wealth, ensure childrens health.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon my world i no longer recognize this world of uncaring greedy men, uncontrollably gravitating to apathy, hopelessly self-centered. i miss the old world, when we gaze at stars and smell flowers, and greet and love and visit neighbors. romy, ray, the elizabeths are gone, irreplaceable friends and lovers. perhaps it is time to move on, perhaps it is time to join them.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon child of destiny rest your palm on my bosom, comfort me in moments of misery, light the dormant fire of my being. what is this mystery of the longed-for bliss, sometimes rising like the phoenix, oft more like a sword, piercing existence itself, bringing little deaths, little hopes, mercilessly forcing a confusion of choice. does heaven lie beyond the unending conflict of forces? come, child of destiny, beacon for all ages, hold a listless spirit's hand, let thy purity carry my soul to the rising sun.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon fire and rain the fire of excellence is a beguiling fire luring spellbound moth to forfeit its life. unwavering, it stirs a brazing craving that propels an inner self set with resolute resolve. braving storms, scaling barriers, breaching immutable borders, tirelessly stalking the land, until mediocrity is overcome.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon our house our house is a helpless castle, towering above abject hovels. home to us, refuge to gods forgotten children, children through life finagling, eyes skilled in scavenging, no read, no write, no life, nothing, nothing but strife, for all they have been, they will pass unseen. our house is a helpless castle.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon let us play poems need not be rhymes and pentameters, neither should poetry be structure and parameter. a worthwhile seed shall you sow, watch it germinate, watch it grow, time will say when you can start, pouring out the contents of your heart. now you can craft a cadence of words from an aquifer of memories, hop, step and romp among them, sculpt, amuse yourself, no rules, kindle kaleidoscopic conversations, create fireworks with the language, create theater with your thoughts. be sure you are also understood, by the striving unschooled horde, that they are way into the fray, because they also want to discover, they also want to play.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon niccolo a professor in a discourse was trying not to be pompous and so did charlie rose. he presented two analogies on trampling individual will versus enhancing common weal. romans used to throw christians to lions for their bacchanalians, end is suspect, lame, a sheer nonsense. torture the terrorist well and good find out wheres the nuclear hoard, end seems just, a collective self defense. niccolo may be right after all, it does justify, in the second sense, dont you think so y'all?

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon thoughts by denying love, i shield myself from pangs of love. i am now stone-cold, unfeeling. i miss love. yet i am unmoved, the scars are still there, and you have not changed.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon be enamored, take her those imperfections are not inborn. those are infirmities acquired from years and years of eking out an existence as you burnish a soul that will be worthy to the supreme soul-maker. those may even be transferences of shortcomings from you to her and in your state of machismo mistook those as innately hers, shifting the blame, belittling her, harshly laying your hands on her. you are not seeing the beauty behind the façade of normalcy. let her not be continually tormented by that infernal cycle of early morning bickering mended by a remorseful late evening guilt-cleansing love-making. pray, kind sir, be enamored, gently take her.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon this is me i take my chores seriously, i wash the china quite gently, throw the garbage promptly, dust the house, clean the oven daily, separate colored and whites consistently, visit the grocery weekly, the church, hardly, i cook family meals deliciously, watch tv and movies rarely, drive anybody who needs to be drove obediently, glimpse at the sky, notice the greenery occasionally, i hope to be rid of this rote eventually, i do not wish to be stuck eternally.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon a house is not a home a house is not a home is not as simple as it seems, there are profound constraints and many unforeseen incidents. a house is a twenty four hour task, 8 to 12 for mortgage, insurance, tax four to clean and cut the grass the rest to repair and rehash. a home is more difficult to form, love and family an absolute norm, all's aware of where the others are, all's involved in each others chore. a house is not a home is a saying, the underlying difference being, a broken house can be refurbished, a broken home cannot be replaced.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon haiku 13 earth's bounty or curse, meat-hunters, forest-burners, mans heirs are doomed. haiku 14 natures performers, forests, flowers, trees, birds, bees, watch them grow and glow. haiku 15 now fall, then winter, rains bring spring, climax summer, watch your child grow old. haiku 16 fall is nature's swill, harbinger of winter's chill, spring winks at summer.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon sana mas marami pa akong nagawa sa aking kabataan, ako'y nagbuhos ng dugo, nagsugat ng laman, gumamit ng kaisipan, nagtiis ng kahirapan, sa hangaring makalaya ang taong-bayan, makawala sa kuko ng makapangyarihan. ako'y nag-kapamilya, panahon at paningin nabaling sa supling, kinailangang kumita para maayos buhay nila, subalit sa bayan pa rin ang isip ko't damdamin, bayan kong dinadambong at ginagahasa pa rin. ngayong puti na ang buhok at noo'y nakakunot, manonood na lang ba tayo't magsasawalang-bahala, sa patuloy at walang-patumangga nilang pananalanta? .

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon chicago, my hometown windy city, second city, famous, albeit, notorious, one congenial, political city. sitting in montrose harbor, counting competing skyscrapers, it certainly is a premier city, rearing another lincoln hopefully. war planes, unmanned drones are planned and wrangled, along a shoppers magnificent mile, lounging on a magnificent lakeshore. its sinister sides, south and west, juxtapose lake michigan in the east, northerly, clicquot-sipping capitalists, cling to a long-standing run of things. all in all a city of diversity, steep in midwestern way, here will I stay, til i turn gray.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon promissory note notwithstanding any prior provision, condition, agreement to the contrary, the undersigned hereby promises, covenants, contracts, to undertake righteous tasks that are not only constitutionally legal but more importantly moral, and ethically unequivocal, in an environment that nurtures social justice and human goodness, and conserve the bounty of nature.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon writings this is not whitman-writ, a laureate I am not, i am a hallmark poet, to be read is a treat. writings are meandering islands of hope endlessly yearning for sustaining viands. and so this sojourn will go on and on, and if but one of the milieu is pleased, i would have done a task so rewarding, it will arouse an ardor of unremitted writing.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon haiku 17 when spring seemed endless, flowers frolicked butterflies, oh precious moments! haiku 18 fall forebodes snowfall, dying rose hugs butterfly, be well and farewell. haiku 19 let us grab sunrise, and create lifes piercing light, to vanquish grim tasks. haiku 20 many moons ago, paleface made peace with forked tongue, our land is now gone.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon helpless, helpless we are from civilizations past, generations gone, mass graves, white crosses, casualties of wars by men with distorted visions of godship. now, we are hungry, dying, enduring unending wrongdoings of sovereigns and consorts, as fatalistic calamities claim sporadic shares of unexplained carnage. we are far-flung unknowns imprisoned by mandates of culture and religion, deprived, suffering lack of discernment, unwilling victims of non-schooling. we are children in sweatshops, shattering tender bodies to indulge landed gentry, ceaselessly subjugated, everlastingly vending our being to a fictional future. helpless, helpless, we hope for the apocalypse.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon medal of honor to die for love of country, is a sweet and honorable mission, one embedded in minds of civilizations. do not then disgrace the majesty of honor, and, as honor starts from the order-giver, let him be judged by nobility of purpose. for when they die in vain, when they die not knowing why, you can have your medal of honor, but can you give us back our sons, heroes and husbands of wives with fatherless children?

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon fault lines the manager obsessed with bottom line, the stockholder demanding fat dividend, the employee bargaining for higher pay, the supplier raising raw material price because, repeat line one, repeat line one, until we are gone.

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fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon bear east, troubled hero bear east troubled hero, it is time, seeds you have sown are fully grown and are now sowing their own. that tireless heart is slowing down yet there is one more stop it has to take before its last deep breath. go to her she awaits in a tattered dress ripped by years of remorseless de sade depravity. gear that tired heart for one final charge so she may survive and prevail with pride. go, troubled hero, go, glorious avenger, go, posthaste, until vengeance is hers. --William Wordsworth What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.

fifthestate-amm.blogspot.com From the book "Islands of Hope" by albert manipon from jp and kc's attempts at poetry in grade school i am a born reluctant, a hesitant seeker. came riding in a black spirit, brown blood pumps my heart, iq is white. i was trapped in white silk, nurtured with brown sugar, raised amidst black berrys. i am a hesitant seeker, in need of enlightenment, in quest of a homer or two, dodging dante's inferno.