My First Poem!!!

A Description of A City Driver
(Inspired by Jonathan Swift)

Five O’ Clock on the dot,
Poor John Doe left the lot.
It’s time to play the game again
Thought he, turning on the engine.
Shifting the gear into drive,
A stratagem, he to contrive.
Prepping his spirit to perk up,
Perhaps this time it’ll be abrupt.
Through the silent deceiving hill,
On he steers the tons of steel.
The foretelling vrooming in the distance
Fiddle his resolve for an instant.
Approaching the first bend of bends,
Making that right turn he descends.
Phew! Only five cars behind this time
Not like yesterday, there were nine.

He rearranged his now troubled face,
To one of pleading, Lord give me grace.
There after his left hand turning
Masses more lie wait in yearning;
Before him the brief path lay
Realizing it’ll be about two hours today.
So, inspecting the others in the lane nearby,
Inching forward at the mph rate of five.
If they are traveling and he at a still;
Would it benefit to make a steal?
Glancing at the side mirror and turning his head
He thought it safe to stay instead.
Progression of movement is usually lost
Immediately when he cuts someone off.

Remembering a time of such endeavor
Smirking alone, he thought he was clever.
But darn that Karma to choose such a time
Rapidly shattering his momentary sublime.
For two lengthy limo held him back,
Taking their sweet time emerging in the crack.
Hence from there he did not budge
Seven full minutes without a trudge!
Therefore, he learned from hasty decisions;
Always think it through with exact precisions

The singing of sirens broke the remembrance.
Inclining his ears to assume the black white’s entrance.
After spying the red and blue light,
The rule book teach him to go far right
But such a feat is impossible,
This leaping over two car rows.
Hence he yield with a glance at the clock
No John Doe! Ponder not how long the stop.
Observe instead the pause of motion.
Drink in the calming of the ocean.
Notice the rolling waves of rubber,
Slowing down one after the other?
Hundreds upon hundreds coming to a halt
Only four distinguished now beating the asphalt.
The raging roars now taking a break
Trading for low rumbling breath intake.
The usual song of hustle and bustle
Suddenly appear as if been muzzle.
Appreciate and concede this great wonder,
Expressing gratitude for such honor
In giving you the chance to resume concentration
Refocusing and refining a plan at your station

Oblivious to this remarkable suspension
John Doe instead build in irritation.
A lady nuisance he spot on the phone,
Yapping and yelping on her way home.
Her car slowly moving passing the limit line,
Where are those sneaky sheriffs to give her a fine?
Her car is leaning from left to right,
But Old Grandpa is putting up a good fight.
Pacing his car in a neutral speed,
Preventing her to move and proceed.
The Teenage driver on the right of her
Aware of her plan, did not concur
He speeding up to catch up with her,
When she losing speed, he went slower
All the while witnessing this thing
Forget not it’s a five miles fighting ring.

Leaving the scene Mr. Doe made a few turns
Down a small alley he smells tire burns
With the building blocking, he has yet see
Unaware of the forth bringing catastrophe.
Finally reaching his appointed intersection;
What more can interrupt his final direction?
A three car collision three blocks down
Twist his face lines into a frown.
Now the traffic is more congested
On this road of drivers infested.
Filled with impatience and curiosity,
Each head watching in slow velocity,
Ignoring the signals of the officer
Who waves at cars to come hither.
Already John endured the dreaded two hours
Now he fancy he need miraculous powers.
If he could only just point and blast
Each hindering car as he past.
With a flicker of his wrist
He’ll be home in sweet bliss.
Except Fortune seem to be at a slumber
Because he flicked with countless number
And nothing appear to transpire
According to his wish and desire
Do not despair oh John Doe
There’s only a block more to go.

my momma

i love my momma so much. she is one of the most intelligent people i know, though she would not admit it herself. she doesn't think she is smart just because she didn't get very far with her education. she has a lack of confidence though i see and know that when the occasion arises, she handles business. she is fiesty and yet adorable. i laugh every time i think of how our neighbors react to her. they truly respect her and they would never want to be on her bad side. i remember a time when she almost beat up a guy. phew! that was a sight to see. Two people were holding my mother back. And the guy never came near her again. But not to give you such a negative opinion of my mother, God has changed her tremendously thus far. i wish i can say it was in her BC days but then, she's still in her BC days. hahah

Maybe i can call it the CC days (Christ constructing days...heehee)

For the past 6-7 years, i have seen the changes in her and the character that God built inside of her. She is brave, strong and i am one of her biggest fan (besides my sister that is) I always wondered why God would allow me to be born as her daughter and now i know. She is one of the sharping iron and sand paper in my life. We all have christian mentors and i have two very important mentors who i consider as my spiritual mothers. But none of them has impacted me as much as momma has.

Because of her mistakes, she makes me stronger and wiser in making decisions in my life. Because of her non verbal love for me i learned to discern and read between the lines. Actions tells more than what is presented and how we perceive them to be. Because of her strength i learn what it means to persevere. Because of her discipline i learn to be the person i am today. There are so much more. But most importantly, i see God through her even through the toughest time of my life. It was God who gave her strength and taught her how to rightly discipline me. All Glory shout outs are yours Daddy!!

My greatest nightmare of becoming more and more like her turned into a blessing because i love who i am today and God used her to shape me into who i am. And no matter how much she tells me that my strongwill and stubborness comes from my dad, i am convince i got it from her.

Who ever is reading this, my homiez or even someone who just surfed through. Please take a moment and think how your mother have made you who you are today. whether or not she is the ideal mother, abusive or non abusive, always there when you needed her most or not, God placed her in your life to produce the characteristics he wanted you to have.

How you respond to it though makes a world of differences. Praise God for all the mothers, even for those who abandon their child because when the child grows up, he or she can thank God for his ever present help once they see through the deception and provocation of the devil.

p.s give yo momma a holla

lookee lookee

This is Brendan. My momma has been babysitting him since he was one month old because his mom couldn't afford to stay on maternity leave much longer. Isn't he adorable?? Now he is a year and a half years old. he is sooo bad! and yet so smart!! i took this picture inside, hence the dark background. this is the face he makes when he wants something.
This is in the back patio. He is trying to persuade me to give him the camara...it was a good try i must say. see how his arm is inching close to grab it?

This is Brendan and me. yea, my face is cut off because my momma thought he should be the focus of attention...j/k actually, her finger moved the camara before it took the picture...hahah

So why am i posting this, you might ask? well, when i am at home, my mom hands the responsibility to me without even asking. so yep, everytime i get back from school, my momma is either cooking or doing something else. i don't really mind cuz i figure she needs a break. there is a downfall with this though...i can't do my homework because he always have this knack for trying to help me. i guess he thinks that if he turns the page of my book every second, i would read faster or that i would get a better grade on my paper if he adds his handiwork to it...hahah

The most amazing thing that i learn through this is: you can truly see the work of God in a child's life and the developement of sin from a young age. I would explain it more thoroughly but it would take up a a whole new blog.