INVICTUS

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 10:25 AM
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this one of my favorite poems written by william ernest henly a inspirational poem

INVICTUS

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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DESIDERATA..

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 10:10 AM
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Share ko lang eto although na luma na eto, Desiderata is the famous poem written by Max Ehrmann ,para maiba naman tayo na binabasa dito and i assure that this poem is very helpful to each everyone para e guide tayo sa buhay...........

                       DESIDERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious
to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter, for always
there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment;
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
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love letter-knights tale

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 10:02 AM
Posted in Poem: Tagalog | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

It is strange to think I haven't seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises but nothing of your beautiful face.
The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle.
I miss you like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct it's light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to.
I next compete in the city of Paris, I'll find it empty and in the winter if you're not there.
Hope guides me, it is what gets me through the day and especially the night, the hope that after you are gone from my sight it will not be the last time that I look upon you.
With all of the love that I possess I remain yours,

The Knight of your Heart.

this poem is taken from one of my favorite movie: A KNIGHTS TALE...

A Writer's Grief

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 07:55 AM
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From this lone hill
I stand, I sigh.

a vast darkness,
a drooping horizon
remain in blurr.

I am chained.
I am deprived.

Like a bird
trapped 
in a steel cage,

freedom's lost,
freedom's gone.

I could only
look in vain.

I have eyes
but I'm denied
to what its sight
reached.

I have a heart
but it's chained 
from its passion.

I have mind
but I was witheld
from its thoughts. 

Am I a writer?
No, perhaps, never.
I am just a 
poor, little man, 

like a poor,little fowl,
trapped and found. 

Yes, like a poor, little fowl
helpless and struggling
to be free,
to finally, express
the art of flight.

I am just a 
poor, little man
who could only look up
and gaze above. 

Couldn't fly, 
couldn't soar
across the ample sky.

Couldn't touch, 
couldn't race with clouds
leaving me alone now. ...

mia a tribute to miniskirt

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 07:49 AM
Posted in Story: Fiction, Tagalog | Categories: Mature | Tags:

MIA

miami san antonio spinoff

few days before her first fuck

Mia kumusta na grades mo ika ni lolo atong nya 60 year old

ok lang po lolo hmm im studying hard po lolo sabi ng dalaga

kakauwi lang ng batang si mia galing sa school 

kitang kita ng lolo atong nya ang makikinis na legs ni mia at d maiwasa ni lolo atong na tigasan patay na kc ang asawa nya 5yrs ago dahil inatke ito sa puso

napaupo naman c mia at kita ni lolo atong nya pink na panty ng bata d na maitago sa suot na short ni lolo ang gabakal na tigas na burat 

mia kmusta na yung pinsan mo anu ulit pangalan noon 

ah si bea po lolo .... sabi ni mia  

namimis ku na din sya ...

may mild dementia na si lolo atong .. kaya nakakalimot at maliltuhin

lolo maliligo lang po ako ha ....sabi ng dalaga

habang naliligo si mia ay na ririnig xa na mga unggol sa kwarto 

ohhh elsa namimis nakta habang ngjajakol ito ohhhh ohhhh

lumabas si mia nakatapis lang at sumilip sa salas 

shucks ang laki naman ng penis ni lolo ng init si mia sa bakita nya

mali to lolo ko xa d dapat..... ummmm hnimas ni mia ang puke nya na matambok 

habang ng hnihimas ni mia ang puke nya ay
bgla siya hinila ni lolo atong 

tsup tsup tsup hmmm muah pinag hahalikan sya ni lolo

sarap mu tlaga elsa hmmmmm muah muah pnag hahalikan xa ni lolo sa...

Tahanan

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 04:11 AM
Posted in Poem: Tagalog | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

Nang aking makita, ang lugar na kay ganda.
Dito ako'y nanirahan, pagkat napakasaya.
Magigiliw na bati, laging bungad nila.
Tawanan at kuru-kuro, sadyang mapapasali ka.

Tahanan ko ng itinuring, itong lugar na munti.
Pagkat buhay ko, sadyang dito na ibinahagi.
Walang pagkukunwari at nilalabas ang ugali
Na kahit sa malapit kong kaibigan akin kinukubli.

Lumipas ang araw, ilaw nito'y pumanglaw.
Nawala ang saya at dilim pumaibabaw.
Walang nais gawin kundi sarili'y iibabaw.
Di naisip tahanan ay maaring pumanaw.

Sanay maibalik pa, tahanan kong kay ganda.
Lahat nagkakaisa, walang mapanghusga.
Tawanan lahat at pinupuri ang isa't isa.
Pag namamali'y, inuunawa ka.

Mabilis nagbago at sa isang iglap nawala lahat.
Hindi ko lubos maisip saan nagmula ang ugat.
Tahanan ko'y sasaya pa ba?
O sa memorya na lang kita maalala?

-Altds-...

Ang Pagtatraydor blng.3

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 12:21 AM
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Matapos ang inuman nilang lima ay agad na nagtungo ang kanilang mga amo sa kani-kanilang silid upang magpahinga. Naiwan sina Aling Edna at Naneh sa salas para linisin ang kanilang mga ginamit sa inuman. Lasing na si Naneh kaya kinukulit na nito si Aling Edna habang naglilinisi ito ng lamesang kanilang ginamit.

“ Ate ang guwapo ni sir Nick parang artista noh?” tanong ni Naneh kaya Aling Edna

“ oo nga eh, magkahawig nga sila ni Señor, …siguro noong kabataan ni Don Fedz ganun siya kaguwapo?”…sagot ni Aling Edna na may halong kilig.

“ asus!...kumikiringking pa ang matandang  ‘to!…hahahaha!”  biro ni Naneh sa babae.

“  hoy!..hoy!...may asim pa ‘to noh!.. ”  inis na tugon ni Aling Edna. Sabay sa kendeng ng bewang. Hinapit pa ang suot na blouse at tinaas pa ang kanyang suot na palda para ipakita kung gaano kakinis ang kanyang mga hita.

“ seksi na yan?...yakkk!!!....guwarrk!!!....nyahahaha!!!” pang-aasar ni Naneh habang  naglalakad sila patungo sila sa likod ng mansiyon upang itapon ang mga basurang kanilang naipon sa loob.

“ tignan mo ang batang ito? Lakas mo ding mang-asar noh?!...baka naman susuka ka na talaga dahil sa kalasingan?...hahaha…” tugon ni  Aling Edna

“ Si ate Jewel an...

My Heart's Sonata

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 12:12 AM
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , , , , ,

My Heart's SonataEach new morning
rises up with your
laughters fading
in my mind.


Each new day
starts up
with the touch
of your soft kisses
on my still closed eyes.

Each new day
went on
with the melody
of your songs
in my thoughts.

Each new day
reminds me
of your unpretentious
smiles
easing up
life’s loneliness.

Each new day
closes out
with the sweetest
memory–
–three sleeping angels
on my wooden
bunk.

Most, I like to meet
each new day ahead
so that
I can grow
old

with you

and see you
make your
precious dreams
come true.

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© backfromthedeadMauve 2014. This poem may not be reproduced in any manner, without the expressed permission of the author. All those not taking this warning to heart will be hunted and guillotined.

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Ang Pagtatraydor blng.2

Submitted by on Tuesday, 30 September 2014, 12:11 AM
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“Dad! Hahaha…nice to see you! You look good! Kumpara noong huli tayong magkita” masayang bati ni Nick ng salubungin siya ng ama mula sa bukana ng Mansiyon.

“ My son!..parang ang lalo kang gumuwapo ngayon ah?...pero mas guwapo pa rin siyempre ako, mana ka lang sa akin eh”…pabirong salubong ng ama.

“ by the way, this is Jewel my wife…next to your mom…hahaha” bulalas ni Don Fedz kaya’t nakurot siya ni Jewel sa tagiliran.

“Hi!, Nick, nice to meet you! “  sabay abot ng kamay ni Jewel upang makipagkamay kay Nick.

“Hi!,..What should I call you? Napakabata mo pa para tawagin kitang tita or mom” balik-bati ni Nick sabay halik sa pisngi ni Jewel.

“At Dad bilib talaga ako sa kalidad mo sa pagpili ng babae. Ang ganda niya at hot ” puri ni Nick kay Jewel  na ikinakilig ng babae.

“Call me whatever you want. But I prefered to be called by my name”  sagot ni Jewel. Kinilig siya sa halik ng step son niya.  Amoy niya ang singaw ng pabango nito mula sa katawan. At lalaking-lalaki ang amoy nito, delicious ika nga, hindi tulad ni Naneh na kung hindi pa ito bagong ligo ay amoy araw ang singaw ng katawan nito.

               Si Nick ay 26 years old, binata, guwapo, at maskulado a...

Ang Pagtatraydor

Submitted by on Monday, 29 September 2014, 11:58 PM
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Pagtatraydor

Ano nga ba ang halaga ng isang pag-ibig? Ang  halaga ng buhay?  O halaga ng kayamanan?.  Ang kuwentong ito ay isang kathang-isip lamang. At hangad ng sumulat na hindi tularan ng lahat ng bumabasa. at higit sa lahat, ang aking unang pagbati ng pasasalamat.

Sa isang mansiyon sa isang malayong lugar na probinsiya.

“OOOhh…shit!..ahhh…ang sarap mo talagang tsumupa….ohhhh….ahhhh…sige pa!..bilisan mo pa!...ahhh…ohhh…deep throat mo!…ahhh…ohhhh…malapit na!...sige lang wag kang titigil…ohhh…hah…hah..ohhh..ahhhh…shit…PUTA KA!...ang  galing mo talagang tsumupa!!!...AYAN NA…ohhh…ahhhh…sige pa malapit na…OHHH…LALABASAN NA AKO…AYANN…NAHHH!…ahhhh…ohhh…hah…hah…” sabay luwa ng babae sa burat ng lalaki at mabilis nitong sinalsal ang kahindigan ng lalaki.  tumalsik ang tamod mula sa nangangalit na tarugo ng lalaki at halos tumulo pa ang iba sa kanyang kamay.

“HAHHAHHH..HAH..OHHH…AHHH…”  mga ungol ni Señor Federico o mas kilala sa tawag na Don Fedz, matapos ang matagal na pagsuso sa kanyang ari ng kanyang batang asawang si Jewel, At gaya ng inaasahan, naiwan na naman si Jewel na masama ang loob dahil sa pagkabitin. Bata pa si Jewel, sa edad na 24 at kasibulan pa ng libog ng nakursunadahan ito ni Don Fedz, noong minsang nag-ninong siya sa isang kasalan sa Maynila. Niligawan niya ito at sinilaw...

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