The Headless Friar of Santo Tomas
In my alma mater, Santo Tomas
We had heard of a mysterious tale
Of a gentle, young Spanish friar who was
A sight that turned anyone very pale.
They said he was a handsome novice
And that time, his superior took fancy.
But the events after that were amiss,
When this friar was lost into mystery.
They say he had been beheaded
By civilians the Spanish called 'Indios'
Though no one believed what was said,
And presumed the circumstances - devious.
Through the years the old building there saw
The appearance of a friar without head,
Frightening students in this age and so
There were masses and prayers for this dead.
It seemed the solution was ineffective-
For soon the appearances became many,
The building had seemed quite conducive
And the ghosts there included the nunnery!
At graduation, we avoided that building
For fear the friar will greet us 'Congrats! '
And had sighed much relief at the leaving
Santo Tomas, and its ghostly 'frats'.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 17,2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Our farewell song to P.M.C.
Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee;
We are now full-fledged good Doctors!
We start to serve, the sick forev’r.
We will remember our College;
Until we reach our Life’s end-stage;
We had our days of much ordeal;
We are now all so free, we feel.
We had our tussles and fist-fights;
Happy to have just won our rights;
We had our days of rejoicings;
Entwined in love, today this song we sing.
We love our Teachers who taught us well;
To be quite patient always in Life;
And guided us in numerous ways;
Showing us all, that there are better days!
We look ahead to a future bright;
Our past was dear, sad days, despite;
We will miss this ev’rgreen campus;
And the sweet songs that, Birds sang to us.
Recreation did suffer although;
Success in life always will show;
Our stay in P.M.C. was so great;
On the whole it, was a joyful state.
We will miss P.M.C.forev’r;
Farewell to our dear Alma-mater;
We are now full-fledged good DOCTORS;
Ready to heal the sick forev’r.
Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee!
Farewell, farewell dear P.M.C.;
We will again come to see thee.
poem by John Celes
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Friday Night (Life Poem)
Chica cailiente, straightest hair,
Image rich, asset poor tonight,
Sexy sirens, seeking Mr. Right.
On this Friday in Santo Domingo.
Single fathers with kids, eager
To earn a weekly happy moment,
For all the mistakes of the past,
On this Friday in Santo Domingo.
The other men are here hunting,
Searching, looking everywhere,
But, into their partners’ eyes,
On this Friday in Santo Domingo.
The girls here are too young,
The men are twice their age,
Desperately looking for love,
On this Friday in Santo Domingo.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Friar Lubin. (From The French)
To gallop off to town post-haste,
So oft, the times I cannot tell;
To do vile deed, nor feel disgraced,--
Friar Lubin will do it well.
But a sober life to lead,
To honor virtue, and pursue it,
That's a pious, Christian deed,--
Friar Lubin can not do it.
To mingle, with a knowing smile,
The goods of others with his own,
And leave you without cross or pile,
Friar Lubin stands alone.
To say 't is yours is all in vain,
If once he lays his finger to it;
For as to giving back again,
Friar Lubin cannot do it.
With flattering words and gentle tone,
To woo and win some guileless maid,
Cunning pander need you none,--
Friar Lubin knows the trade.
Loud preacheth he sobriety,
But as for water, doth eschew it;
Your dog may drink it,--but not he;
Friar Lubin cannot do it.
ENVOY
When an evil deed 's to do
Friar Lubin is stout and true;
Glimmers a ray of goodness through it,
Friar Lubin cannot do it.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Steadfast, Loyal And True
Farewell, Royal High School,
We'll remember you.
Dear alma mater,
We're steadfast, loyal, and true.
As we go onward
In the lives we lead.
Your light will guide us,
Your motto is our creed.
We will look back fondly
At your ivy walls,
Recalling precious moments
Within your hallowed halls.
Farewell, Royal High School,
We'll remember you.
Dear alma mater,
We're steadfast, loyal, and true.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Steadfast, Loyal & True
(words & music by leiber - stoller)
Farewell, royal high school,
Well remember you.
Dear alma mater,
Were steadfast, loyal, and true.
As we go onward
In the lives we lead.
Your light will guide us,
Your motto is our creed.
We will look back fondly
At your ivy walls,
Recalling precious moments
Within your hallowed halls.
Farewell, royal high school,
Well remember you.
Dear alma mater,
Were steadfast, loyal, and true.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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3 Days to Kill
Amber Heard, Kevin Costner, Hailee Steinfeld, Connie Nielsen, Scott Burn, Richard Sammel, Tomas Lemarquis, Tómas Lemarquis
from 3 Days to Kill (2014)
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Spanish Steps Of Rome
The first time I saw her
She was wearing scarves of white
That little spark between us
Took only seconds to ignite
And then it occured to me
Suddenly I was standing there alone
On the spanish steps of rome
I kept searching through the ally
Searching through the catacombe that night
I closed my eyes and threw a coin in the fountain
Then I looked and she was nowhere in sight
I wandered through the holy city
Like a beggar beneath the moon lit dome
Near the spanish steps of rome
I heard a voice as I looked through my fingers
And saw the old monsignor
He gave me his blessing and said
Dont try and please her
And then I heard her singing like some diva
Perched upon her throne
On the spanish steps of rome
Now I know I should have listened
When he warned me not to follow
I noticed that the statues eyes
Were all sunken and hollow
She let those young wolves do the dirty deeds
While she lay there inside her home
On the spanish steps of rome
song performed by by Toto
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~ Hambre Del Alma ~
~ Hambre Del Alma ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
3 December 2010
~ Why clog clot choke in
~ Imposed 'Hambre Del Alma’? [1]
Assuage soothe salve xeric Alma. [2]
By ~
~ being in oneself
~ a.k.a. volute in self
~ a.k.a. interiorize in subtle self. [3]
Next ~
~ Jaunt with ecstatic self
~ Bask flowething finery self
~ Rejoice redundant rhapsodic self
~ Coalesce with spic 'Secondless Self'. [4]
Revel ~
~ Halcyon harmonic rapt riant
~ Oooh Minstrel ~ Luxe-Life! [5]
Unison Universalae ~
~ a.k.a. Omni Onenessness
~ a.k.a. Advaita Consciousness! [6]
Inebriate in ambrosia at arche La Querencia! [7]
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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Hambre Del Alma [Spanish]: Soul Starvation.
[2] Alma [Spanish]: Soul.
[3] a.k.a: abbr. also known as.
[4] Riant: Feeling mirth or pleasure or happiness.
[5] Universale [Latin]: Universal.
[6] Advaita ~ Not-Dual. This perception of non-duality ascribed to God or to Brahman as Absolute.
[7] La Querencia [Spanish]: The place where a person feels at home, nest, fondness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Santo
By the old seaside
Aint no place far to go
I dont know
I dont know
Aint no place far to go
Its a dollar, she say
Te amo le mas
Te amo le mas
Santo(4x)
Hey ya boy
How ya doin
Come here boy(? )
Here she come a slitherin
-duh, duh, grunt, duh-
Here she come a slitherin
Che cha chu bah che cha(? )
Te amo le mas
Te amo le mas
Santo(4x)
Buzzard eels(? )
Buzzer bikinis(? )
Eat your rouge(? )
A chini weinies(? )
A warm gardeda(? ? )
Da mamacita
-duh-
A poutin grandma
In a corner
A passin time
Hey, hey(? )
Praying to far to(? )
Santo(4x)
song performed by by Pixies
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Der rote Baron
Tomás Koutník, Tomás Ibl, Albert Franc, Matthias Schweighöfer, Maxim Mehmet
from Der rote Baron (2008)
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Reminiscences of Our Alma Mater Silver Jubilee Meet of '87 Batch of PSGIMS&R
A quarter century has gone,
Since we had become medicos!
We can't believe the fleeting time
That changed us, and the world around.
Those years when we had joined this place,
It was not full of comforts much;
But now our Alma Mater is
A med-city within city!
How time has changed the landscape past!
New blocks have sprung up very fast;
A few teachers who taught us here
Remain slogging for students dear!
The knowledge they had shared with us
Has made us whatever we are;
We thank our teachers dear from heart,
Who lit the lamps in our lives then.
The campus brings us ev'rgreen thoughts
Of days when we were students here;
Despite the toil and struggles past,
We are better than what we'd thought!
We see our teachers somewhat old;
Whatev'r they told us was like gold;
We see our batchmates' kith and kin;
Our life on earth has been a win!
Our hearts are filled with emotions
Of pleasant thoughts of our stay here;
Though we may change akin fashions,
Our love for Alma Mater's clear!
We thank the Management, Trustees,
Who did so much to make us, Docs;
We thank those who helped treat disease,
And God, who made us priceless rocks!
Our job on earth is just begun;
We love to serve our sick brethren;
There are more good things to be done;
We want to make our earth, heaven!
poem by John Celes
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My Alma mater was books, a good library... I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.
A turn of the key is better than the conscience of a friar.
Neither a good friar for friend, nor a bad one for enemy.
Trust not your gossip to a priest who has been a friar.
He who has been first a novice and then an abbot, knows what the boys do behind the altar.
A Rondeau of College Rhymes
Our college rhymes,--how light they seem,
Like little ghosts of love's young dream
That led our boyish hearts away
From lectures and from books, to stray
By flowery mead and flowing stream!
There's nothing here, in form or theme,
Of thought sublime or art supreme:
We would not have the critic weigh
Our college rhymes.
Yet if, perchance, a slender beam
Of feeling's glow or fancy's gleam
Still lingers in the lines we lay
At Alma Mater's feet today,
The touch of Nature may redeem
Our college rhymes.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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A Delicious Interruption
All were quite gracious in their plaudits of
Bud's Fairy; but another stir above
That murmur was occasioned by a sweet
Young lady-caller, from a neighboring street,
Who rose reluctantly to say good-night
To all the pleasant friends and the delight
Experienced,--as she had promised sure
To be back home by nine. Then paused, demure,
And wondered was it _very_ dark.--Oh, _no!_--
She had _come_ by herself and she could go
Without an _escort_. Ah, you sweet girls all!
What young gallant but comes at such a call,
Your most abject of slaves! Why, there were three
Young men, and several men of family,
Contesting for the honor--which at last
Was given to Cousin Rufus; and he cast
A kingly look behind him, as the pair
Vanished with laughter in the darkness there.
As order was restored, with everything
Suggestive, in its way, of 'romancing,'
Some one observed that _now_ would be the chance
For _Noey_ to relate a circumstance
That _he_--the very specious rumor went--
Had been eye-witness of, by accident.
Noey turned pippin-crimson; then turned pale
As death; then turned to flee, without avail.--
'_There!_ head him off! _Now!_ hold him in his chair!--
Tell us the Serenade-tale, now, Noey.--_There!_'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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