Dear Self
Poetry I created without a match
Not for him or for the world,
But to yourself and to myself.
My qualities and my life
Here it is stated and you will know,
Myself and you will understand.
Name is Sheena Mae Evangelista,
There is character and fear.
I was just a kid and not yet free,
Looking forward to my dad.
I'm a student who is responsible
At home or at school.
I am a friend and a treasure,
You are in your misery.
I'm always in the spotlight,
Eventually I will see you.
And despite your difficulties,
I lean back with pleasure.
My satisfaction is reliable,
But I'm afraid of getting hurt.
I realized, my actions were wrong
Never thought to act hastily.
It has been a busy day for many
Good 'cleared up quickly.
So the poem was created without a match
Not for want, but for grades.
Sorry Sir and this is just what happened,
About myself and my life.
Give Up
It seems like we've just been together.
Full of smiles and happy moments.
We often talk,
Chat in the evening, text in the morning.
Overnight conversation on skype
until the sun rises again.
The next morning, inquired of
"Do you have a walk?"
"Want **** to come along?"
"Tara, where?"
"Everywhere, just be with you."
Sometimes I want the time to stop
every time we talk and get together,
speed because it's just as fast
of heart pounding every time
you look me in the eye.
You are not aware of running
of time 'when you're happy.
Time is also very fast
changing the attention you give.
I'm not alone now,
why so often
you just leave me alone.
I don't know where I fell short.
If only it could be worse
income all the time, I did.
But it can't be
because we have our own lives.
Maybe I love you too much
so I didn't see
my mistakes and mistakes.
Or is everything just a game for you.
For a while you just liked me for a moment
then you leave me when I love you.
You left me for no reason.
#More kindly thumbs up
Like a Dream
When I was hurt for no reason,
Right next to me, I didn't leave you
You always help me and
You support me all the time
True love is just that
It's like dogs and cats when we fight
We have done such things
Because in reality, that's how life is
In many cases we have argued
Our love is still there
My life was full of chaos
Extremely heartbreaking
But when I was by my side
My life is in ruins
And my world seems to be lit.
And because of that, don't leave me alone
Because I'm not the only one hurting
The two of us will also suffer
That's because I was in tears
It's a surefire flood
You're lost and I don't know why
My heart is full of anger
When you left for a moment
And when you came upon your return
You gave me a small kiss
But it was just a dream
I woke up and got my head down
I love being thrown into the trash
And I'll never go back
I'll never run out ...
Because I didn't want to get hurt
The Philippine-American War (1899-1916): The Forgotten War
Abuses by American troops
US forces have used some of the most violent and inhumane tactics to target not only the Filipino warlords but the ordinary civilians.
One of the most prominent violations of American soldiers in human rights is the so-called "hamletting," the forced concentration of civilians in American military camps.
Spaces outside the hamlets were considered a "free-fire zone" where anyone could be seen being shot by Americans. Thousands of people have been searched in these camps to deprive the Filipino of their support base.
Americans have been informed of the systematic use of various forms of torture against captive Filipinos. This is a so-called "water cure": the victim is bound and the water is rubbing her mouth while a person is sitting on her stomach to prevent her from drowning.
There is also the policy of burning villages and towns allegedly supplying support to Filipino fighters. The American people are increasingly implementing this disgusting policy throughout Visayas, in Batangas, Laguna, and Bicol in Central Luzon, and some parts of Mindanao.
One of the most striking examples of the massacre during the Philippine-American War was US General Jacob Smith's command to "not allow one bird to fly in the air" and to "kill all children ten and above" on the island of Samar.
This was done in retaliation for the victory of the Filipino revolutionaries against the American soldiers stationed in the town of Balangiga, Samar where 48 of the 74 troops were killed.
There was also the burning of a large section of the island of Panay published in the Boston Herald newspaper on August 25, 1902:
“The 13th Regulars marched from Iloilo in the south to Capiz in the north of Panay, in a bid to fire all the fighting towns. This resulted in an area cleared 60 miles from one end to the other. ”
Adding to the list of American crimes was its occupation of the Mormons in Mindanao: the massacre of 900 Tausog, including women and children, in a three-day raid on Bud Dajo, Jolo on March 5-7, 1906 .
There was also the massacre at Bud Bagsok, Jolo on July 11, 1913 where around 2,000 Moro people were killed along with 196 women and 340 children.
**US domination continues**
The sacrifice of life in the bloody operation in Mamasapano, the use of SAF troops as a warning only for the US "War on Terror," is just one of the clearest signs of US intervention.
It also features a picture of the Aquino regime as one of the most infamous US puppies. The United States dominates the political, economic, cultural, military, and foreign relations of the Philippines.
Young Filipinos and citizens are deeply challenged by the true history of the Philippine-American War. It is an important contribution to the struggle for true freedom and sovereignty in our country.
Part II
The Philippine-American War (1899-1916): The Forgotten War
This year marks the 116th anniversary of the outbreak of the Philippine-American War, a violent US war of aggression to occupy the Philippines. The Philippine-American War is the beginning of the one-century rule of US power in our country.
Historians estimate that up to 1.5 million Filipinos were killed in this war. In Central Philippines alone, there are up to 600,000 dead Filipinos, according to conservative estimates by The New York Times. On the other hand, 4,234 American soldiers were killed in battle.
But no one knows too much about this history especially the young people of the present generation. It seems that the Filipino people have suffered only from the hand of the abusive and deceptive US imperialist.
In the face of continued US intervention in our country, it is important to deepen the realities of the Philippine-American War and break the illusion of friendship between the two countries.
The American people have long covered the tragic history of the Philippine-American War, and have come to terms with the heroic resistance of the Filipino nationalists.
Instead it promoted the image of Americans as a savior and gave Filipinos democracy and freedom. Even during the direct colonial rule of the US this lie was spreading.
Using colonial public education and dominant media, American colonialists erased the collective memory of the Filipinos in this tragedy.
**The beginning of the US war of aggression**
The success of the Philippine revolution against the colonial rule of the Spaniards had already come to light when the new American conqueror arrived and seized this victory.
The US-led war of aggression began in the Philippines with the surprise that American troops attacked the Filipino revolutionaries in Sta. Mesa, Manila on February 4, 1899.
But even before this war began, conditions were set for direct American aggression. One of these was the mock battle in Manila of the US and Spain in August 1898.
The signing of the Treaty of Paris followed the announcement that it would provide the Philippine archipelago with US $ 20 million and the declaration of US President McKinley's "benevolent assimilation" in December 1898.
The Filipino people's heroic fight against the US lasted several years. Up to 126,000 American troops were sent by the United States to take part in the war of aggression in the Philippines.
But despite the brutality of the American soldiers and its superior weapons, the Filipino people's broad and heroic resistance against the war of aggression against US imperialism was not quickly overcome.
US President Theodore Roosevelt's war was declared ended when the leader of the First Republic of the Philippines was arrested under the leadership of Emilio Aguinaldo on July 4, 1902. But Filipinos continued to struggle across the country, and especially by the Philippines. Moro in Mindanao, until the year 1916.
Part I
Lotto 112415
And so I don't want to lottery,
Because I remember having no hope of winning,
Chito is fine,
Not out of the lyrics.
And I don't want to rely on roulette,
Because I'm the type of specialist,
I'm not going to go to the party,
It's a modern day town.
Let me, I will not waste a dime,
It's just paper because he kisses in the pocket.
Wait a minute, because I'm not rich,
You can't buy gold and diamonds at the store.
Sorry, I don't have the money
I'm not going to bet on you,
You are a lotto, no guarantee.
My Love, Goodbye
I was surprised when I was kissed,
in my eyes tears are coming;
A white handkerchief is in flames
When I left him by the stairs.
In such a sad separation,
I'm going to die ... he's depressed.
At the gate I escaped,
Shout out, "Come back soon."
My answer was, "Yes, no delays!"
I smile tears shed ...
That broke the heart and left the wife!
The sun was setting, it was getting dark
and the moon shall be full of light;
It was already set up on my date
My customary faraway land
Not in the huts and black birds.
That greeted my arrival.
At the door of the door he knocked,
I continued to despair;
Eat little, sleep in solitude.
My heart didn't seem to want to throb;
My proverb, "Hearts respond,
Died if I was really asleep! "
As the dawn dawned,
All day long the eyes are bright;
I've begun to do:
I plow, I plow, I plant;
When it decides to grow, it is a good plant.
I already cut it and I'll take it.
And I walked, almost walking,
Somewhere there was another musician;
Our plan is very happy ...
And many people are upset ...
"Thank God...!" what I said,
"They knew I was coming."
And I went ... the door opened,
Eyes were sticking to my eyes,
Four candles were guarded
Around my lower body;
It looks like smiling and when I kiss,
To say: "I will go, goodbye!"
On the dark Night
The night was spread out;
The curtain on the ground spreads out;
Crouch in the grass in the bush and the forest
Climb to the furrows and trees high.
And nothing is free
Darkness encompasses all around;
The earth and heaven and the air
Will not be seen in the evening.
Everything was quiet;
The moon glanced and watched
On the stars small
Jokes and twists.
All night long
The sky was dim with light;
Shame on the world what deep sleep
And on the go, dreams.
And there it is
The lamps are kept ready;
Not leaving, not tiring
Peacefully waiting.
They are waiting
The start of a new morning;
And night lights are fun
Immediately leave and rest.
Song of the Wind
I
The song of Nature
And People's song -
That's all I can say for them:
There is a moment of joy, always celebrating,
There is a moment that compares to heaven, to day,
And sometimes, oh, sometimes, sad, sadness!
II
I am singing this bird
The hills are:
When he was passing through the woods and the fields
Peacefully bathed in dusk,
Comfort of the vines, Comfort of the leaves
Singing a song that wipes me out weekly ...
III
The crackle and the tick
Of leaves and shrubs,
When the birds are in a daze and the vines fall asleep
If the moon is brilliant and the night is cold -
That's my song too ... in the dream!
IV
I play with children
In hindsight, it was empty.
As they play happily and happily,
There is a temptation that has no sense, no sense.
Their upbeat and upbeat tone
Rumors of my song are a treasure of this land.
V
I'm "Ay!" of the maiden
In love orphaned.
The throbbing of his breast nest of suffering,
His heart was poisoned with hope,
And his piping in the middle of solitude,
Those are the tangy bits of my lyre ...
VI
I'm a beggar of poverty
Destined by destiny.
Their history is in tears,
Their fortune-telling,
And the cries of their hearts are crying
The noises of my weakened voice!
VII
I prayed all night
Of the unfortunate prisoner.
Inside the prison of the light,
I am the loneliness of death every hour…
If in his heart is the hope of escape,
I was the one who whispered: "Wait and there is OPEN!"
VIII
The song of Nature
And People's song -
That's all I can say for them:
There is a moment of joy, always celebrating,
There is a moment that compares, is sad, is dark,
And sometimes, oh, sometimes, sad, sadness!
Wide Heaven
I was being scratched by the tree trunks
wish I was insane,
fragile flesh, she said, vomiting,
Damn the goal that the goal is inclined.
I was imprisoned in the cruel veil:
stone, steel, shovel, guard,
completely deprived of the whole world
and considered it even alive.
In the small window, only out of sight
is a cloud of tears filled with tears,
a sore throat of a wounded heart,
flag of my misery.
Lightning pierces the watchman's eyes,
at the young man's door no one came near;
The prisoner shouted in the adjoining fortress,
an animal roar in the cave.
The night seems like a chain
at the point of the bloody foot,
the whole night was blown away
a casket that seemed to go away.
Whenever a simple footstep passes,
the chain's hook is cracking;
on the pale day it will be unloaded,
Thousands questioned in the dark.
Occasionally, the night would be awkward
on the signal-fugitive-and the fuselage;
once the old gourd wept,
in the fortified fortress, there is a dying.
And this is my only world right now -
prison baths are life burial;
ten, twenty, and all year
my whole life has been here.
But it seems to be fearless
and in the meantime the abuser is oppressed,
all tyranny has a people reward.
And tomorrow, there, too, I can see
a cloudless sky,
The golden day of victory will shine!
A Mother to children
A little skinny and sick
The uneven mattress;
The eyes can be opened, blinked,
Or weep in sorrow.
The mother was in the main area
That tears more and more anxiety;
In the chest cavity,
It includes deep breathing.
When sick, sometimes covered,
Sometimes kissing them in the mirror;
“You will be well, child; you will be well, ”
The mother whispered to the youngest in comfort.
Dark eyes and a dry smile,
In the face of the mother becomes a change;
The hardships are just so…
Love is life - mother is the cause.
Nothing, and like a miracle,
The youngest son spoke;
“Mom, am I not serious anymore? ...
"How can you, child,
Just a few days and you will grow stronger… ”
The language of the mother's tears is falling
Because of the great mercy and compassion.
“Our breath, oh my dear son,
It is a single bribe;
When your life is over and gone,
I will add my own life. ”
Human Life
Leading a little astray,
I'm looking for my own nest;
my former nest in my imagination
when I realized that the flesh was a snake.
Oh my! this is exactly the World,
much more evil than good;
if you look for your enemy,
do not go far and stay by yourself.
I am like a stone thrown down.
all heaven's thoughts go up;
when I was up in the air,
I was too heavy to fall.
It's hard to make a living,
your own weight is a balance,
if you're good at being jealous,
if you are a bad person.
And like a fish free of charge
heaven and earth envied me;
but in just one crumb of rice,
I just missed that bait.
And in frustration, I studied
hide in the snares of the world;
even in sleep, don't be assured
Nightmare he will kill you.
Human life is like a candle
as the tears subsided;
from birth to old age,
the funeral home is always ready.
The palm is like a round plum,
the ground was dug
in the roundabout;
but if you do not change your attitude,
when you dig there you will fall.
Legend of Rice
In those days, rice was not known here in our country. What our ancestors ate was the fruits, vegetables, fish, birds and wild animals they caught in the forest. They do not know how to till the ground. They also do not know how to care for animals.
When they are in a place where they no longer have access to fish, vegetables, fruits and animals, they move to another place.
They are happy in that way. Whereas males mean or are inherited by birds. Whatever food is available is shared by everyone.
A large group of hunters reached the Cordillera highlands for the pursuit of a herd of pigs. Exhausted, they rested in the shade of a large tree. The sun was high. They were already feeling a little hungry.
A man and a woman seem to have the unusual appearance of approaching them. The hunters are nervous. It was the Baths living on that mountain and they hurried to pay homage to the newcomer. The Baths were pleased with their reverence. They were greeted and invited to a banquet at the Bathala. The hunters refused and followed the Bathala. The disciples of Bathala prepared food and they helped each other. A Bathala approached them. It took a cut of bamboo and shoved a piece of animal flesh. It was placed over the lungs.
There were rice in the pot on the fire of the Bathala messenger. The flesh of the pot is white and is piled on banana leaves at the dining table. In each pile put roasted animal flesh, vegetables and fruit. They also put a bamboo can with only clear water. It is a wine of Bathala.
The hunters hesitated and said they would not eat worms. The Baths laughed.
The white grains you see are not worms but rice or cooked rice. It is the result of the herbs taken care of here.
They tasted the rice and they were satisfied and their feeble body suddenly grew stronger. After the banquet they thanked and said goodbye. When they were about to leave they were given one heel of rice.
Bathala teaches the way to do this is to be rice and keep it warm. Planting is also taught. The people obeyed.
So since then, rice has been recognized by our ancestors; they learned to till the ground, raise livestock and build permanent homes.
Province of our National Hero
Calamba is one of the most prosperous cities in the province of Laguna. It is one of the centers of trade in Southern Central. Located 54 kilometers south of Manila and surrounded by the towns of Cabuyao, and Los Baños in Laguna, Tagaytay in Cavite, and the towns of Tanauan and Sto. Tomas in Batangas.
According to legend, two Spanish soldiers saw a woman coming out of the river carrying a jar full of water. The soldiers asked in their language to ask what place they had gone. The woman answered the question in her language and said "stove jar" which means stove and jar (jar stone). Later, it was also called "Calamba" and is here the largest jar in the world.
Calamba is the town where our national hero Dr. Jose P. Rizal. Currently, his home is one of the most historic places in the Philippines and is visited by tourists. Their house is made of stone where they are described as being among Filipino illustrators or wealthy people. It is also surrounded by plants and trees. It was repeated by President Elpidio Quirino during his administration in recognition of Rizal as a national hero.
Plaza Rizal is located opposite the city hall, where Rizal's largest statue can be found in the Philippines. From the stairs to the statue you can see Mount Makiling and the government house of Calamba.
Plaza Rizal is located opposite the city hall, where Rizal's largest statue can be found in the Philippines. From the stairs to the statue you can see Mount Makiling and the government house of Calamba.
My visit to the city of Calamba is reminiscent of our colorful history and the recognition of our national hero Dr. Jose Rizal. Today, Calamba is one of the most prosperous cities in the Philippines due to its large number of malls, residential areas, factories and other buildings but it remains the place where our national hero originated.
Reading in Mobile
I used to read in book before well that must be the best way to read you know but now a days there's been a lot of changes. Now we can earn in every thing we do. This is a new normal for this world in this era.
Now books has been moved in mobile. The new library is our mobile phone. Well everything has it good and bad.
It's great that we can earn in reading good article. They may not be as good as those real writes. They can still improve it. I am saying it to myself you know.
Read cash is indeed a big help to everyone who used it. They can earn the same they can practice in this platform. To the developer thank you for making this possible and to all the people behind it. I thank you sincerely. God bless and more power to all of you.
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