In Countless Droves
On July 4th
we walked to the liquor store
on Surf Avenue
in Coney Island
“What’s a good Scotch? ” I asked.
“Dewer’s White Label, ”
said the guy behind the counter.
“That’s what Alvin Goldfarb
used to drink, ” said Melvin Hopp,
“before he passed
had a twisted mind
seen him gobble a waterbug once
just to impress Ellen Cleary.”
“Was she impressed? ” I asked Melvin.
“Yeah.
Who wouldn’t be
if a guy ate a waterbug
in your honor
then said
it tasted like applesauce.”
“Used to be a fella worked here, ” I said,
“but I can’t remember
his name
left ear was like
bitten off, said
a lion done it, but I think
he was telling a story.”
“Sid Baumgerten, ” said the guy
behind the counter.
“Right.”
“He works here in the morning.”
“What about his friend
he was with all the time
they used eat dinner
in Meng’s
and the man always
poured half a pint of Gin
into his ginger ale.”
“You mean Roy Braine? ”
“Right, right.”
“Dead.”
“No, ” I said,
“and just the other day
I found out
Fannie Shepherd went
and Frank Dorr and Bill Walker
last week it was Jim Rogers,
Alice Foster, and Tom Wiley.
What’s going on?
the whole world’s dying.”
“Got to be, ” said Melvin Hopp,
“to make room.”
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Qou Vadis, Melvin
Let us start with
An immovable object
Meeting an irresistible force,
What happens, Melvin?
Start with a glass
Half filled,
Half empty,
What now Melvin,
What do you see?
What will you say?
Or the most common
Argument of a hand
With a small bird
Held by an old man,
And you are the young
Boy asking, what do
You say now Melvin?
Is the bird alive or
Dead, is the bed forever
Remembered or forgotten?
A squeaking bed,
A bed,
Now, just any kind of bed
Reduced to an essence of bed
Like any other kind of bed
Where you sleep, in fact
Where everybody sleeps
The bed is now forgotten
And all squeaking beds
Are similar, nothing significant
And all the faces you met
Are similar faces in the
Marketplace, in the most
Common places of your heart,
That is forgetting something
That you cannot really forget,
Make them so familiar, so ordinary,
You get immunized, you get so numb
All of them similar, so affordable
Nothing hurts anymore, nothing
Even if you remember, there is nothing anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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MELVIN JR. BIRTHDAY (oct.14,2009)
MELVIN JR'S BIRTHDAY
(October 14,1998)
Melvin Banggollay
M-y son akin to my name
Smiled at me so tamed
then whispered to me gently
Today is my birth from thee.
E-ntwined with such smile
I embraced him for a while
then said, thank the Lord then
For the Life he had given.
L-et your heart thank fervently
God for His grace and mercy
That another year had passed
without much problem to surpass.
V-erily, I proclaimed unto thee
I can't give you even a penny
for as you see, we're in a mess
but I'll pray for your success.
I can only give you a promise
I'll work hard to give you this
' Your education as my gift'
you need to withstand rifts.
N-othing I can really offer
but my continued vow forever
to build you the man I do want
As a prudent God's servant.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Sonnet To Ec
SONNET TO EC
melvin Banggollay
I may not have seen thee
Nor have known you before
but the charm of your poetry
enchanted my heart to adore
the tenderness of your ways
and the mysteries you implore
through your passion's glory
your heart and mind explore.
Truly, I can't deny even if I try
to hide that you got the power
to disturb my heart's tranquility
and jail me inside your heart
craving to love you fervently
with all my psalms and prayer.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Melody Of Your Charm
MELODY OF YOUR CHARM
Melvin Banggollay
Early morning, sunshines blooms
Melody of a blessed morning
When you let your smiles boom
Fragrance so sweet and charming.
The melody of your tender charm
Illuminates sweet gentle romance
that heals and keep me warm
from emptiness and penance.
It is my wish to be your groom
To nestle this love full of caring
to build a home filled with a room
of romance without an ending.
I am nothing but my love is warm
and faith anchored with romance
That will never ever let you swarm
in a paradise of painful repentance.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Burn Me With Your Passion
BURN ME WITH YOUR PASSION
Melvin banggollay
Burn me with your passion
Let your touch take me
To that burning dungeon
Where I loved to hear
sweetness of your moan
As you grin without fear
with softness of your own
that took me to the realm
of your love and potion
Oh! ! ! that made me to scream
with ecstasy's delusion.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Poverty: War Of Today
POVERTY: WAR OF TODAY
melvin banggollay
Poverty abound everywhere
Even in paradise of plenty
As long as there are brothers
Who seldom eat sweet honey,
as long as there are sisters
under prostitution's malady,
when children are still under
abuse and exploitation by many
and as long as there are disaster
jeopardizing life and property.
Poverty is a war and disaster
Hounting every nation today
that can't be won by a leader
without the help of everybody
as it is a war arm with disaster
that can only be hurdled with unity,
frugality, thriftiness with power,
economical spending and industry,
good governance by our leaders
with an undying vow to foster unity
peace and cooperation as brothers
among anyone to preserve humanity.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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You're Beauty's Magic
YOU'RE BEAUTY'S MAGIC
Melvin Banggollay
Your beauty has the magic
That can heal even the sick
With a charm than can warm
and keep me away from harm.
Your smile has the fragrance
of a rose even from a distance
With an aroma that can enchant
anyone that desires to glance.
You do have an angelic face
Wearing sweet smiles that erase
boredom of anyone that gaze
Your beauty that truly amaze.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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What Is It That Must Matter Most?
it is easy to answer
that for a believer in God,
it is written, and there is an answer
there, Love of God, God's Love
His Mercy, His saving Grace
Salvation of the Soul
safe answers, Melvin,
answers handed from Adam
to his Cain and Abel
to the present generation
of X's and Y's
and even Jejemons,
but what about Melvin-
for those who do not believe in God?
What about these brothers?
What should matter?
What is the answer to Atheism
to paganism
to nihilism?
I am interested. Somehow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Family Reunion 2002
FAMILY REUNION 2002
Melvin Banggollay
B-ond of brotherhood came to play
A-long with a desire to see everybody
N-etworking together as we display
G-reat thanksgivng as one big family
G-eared with a vision that someday
O-ur clan shall behold great prosperity,
L-ong life for our forebears everyday,
L-oving and caring each other till eternity
A-s all of us will always strive to say
Y-es, we can build a strong happy family
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Cory Magic
CORY MAGIC
melvin banggollay
SHE HAS THE MAGIC OF:
C-aring for the country
O-pening new door of opportunities
R-eliable character and morality
Y-outhful advocate for freedom
A-ccountable administration
Q-ueen of restoring democracy
U-ntarnished presidency
I-deal mother of a family
N-ationalism for true sovereignty
O-ffering unselfish service for the country.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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My Father's Legacy To Me
MY FATHER'S LEGACY
mELVIN BANGGOLLAY
Everyone of us when gone has a legacy
That people remember in one's memory
Just like my Father who joined the Almighty
Leave me a token of his great personality.
My father sacrificed for my dear education
In spite of poverty he gave all the provision
I need to finish my degree and profession
Without any complain or simple hesitation
My father never wanted us to walk his way
Only to finished even just a lowest degree
For he didn't want us to suffer so heavily
The burden of being a child of great poverty.
My father had to work as a student janitor
Cleaning, sweeping and doing other chore
In exchange for a free tuition from the school
Where he graduated with citation and honor.
He showed that poverty is not a malady
When we are truly convicted to be somebody
When we desire to make life better everyday
and when we dream to have a better destiny.
He taught me to be always humble to others
Specially before God who protect us from curse
For those who humble themselves have reward
Not maybe in our earthly world but there above.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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My Style
MY STYLE
Melvin banggollay
I know each poet have the skill
and have that burning passion
to write what each one really feel
with the charm of serene moon.
Well for me, my style is simple
as there is beauty in simplicity;
I'll make sure that every temple
of words I weaved has beauty.
I basically used
S-imple words of shorter length
M-ethaphor, simili and irony
I-ngenuity of my own style
L-ogic and imagination
E-xpressive emotions
S-imple rhyme and rhythm
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Life, Its Quests
LIFE, ITS QUESTS.
By: Melvin D. Banggollay
L-ife is God’s most wonderful gift
For mankind to love and cherish;
A legacy everyone must not tarnish
To be worthy of this sacred gift.
I n every flame of success we seek
Forget not to honor and proudly speak
The Glory of God in our ardent quest
For by him, we could behold success.
F-ear not for trial that comes bellowing
With fearful thunder that tempest brings
For living is not an abode of joyful tidings
But embroidered with uncertain things.
E-xpect no grace if you’re just there sitting
Somewhere counting the stars wandering
For to behold success one must be willing
To sail in the sea of life bravely sacrificing.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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The Loved One
“The grief therapist will see you now.”
the perky redhead told us.
Her rolling hips then led the way
majestically before us..
Final arrangements must be made.
as our loved one is gone;
Melvin joined the choir invisible
by singing his swan song.
He had been fading badly,
and we knew the end was near.
Now he’s a mortuary client,
ready for his final bier..
Thank God for prearrangements
or we truly would be gored.
It gets to be quite expensive
when you’re sleeping with the Lord.
He’s shuffled off this mortal coil
and brought the curtain down.
Soon he’ll be checking out the grass
from six feet underground..
Melvin has given up the ghost.
He was snuffed out in his prime.
He cashed his chips in early,
passing on before his time.
“Your loved one’s in a better place.”
The Undertaker gravely said..
“His ancestors have embraced him
in a place of light, not dread.”
Some will say he kicked the bucket,
checked out early, bought the farm.
The religious say he’s with the Lord,
The perpetual light is on.
Melvin, were he here with us,
more likely would have said
a better place for him would be
that redhead’s poster bed.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Coney Island Steeplechase
Would you like to go on the Coney Island Steeple
Go and have a good time
We'll take the subway right down to King's Highway
Gonna have a good time
If it's all right it would be so nice
If you come and go with me
The roller-coaster you and me
Just try
Would you like to go on the Coney Island Steeple
Go and have a good time
Like a sister and brother we'll cling to each other
When they find out their parents aren't there
Oh it'd be so nice
Like choco with ice
Oh if you come and go with me
How nice it would be
Don't be so shy
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Maybe not Friday
Saturday, Sunday
Coney Island, Coney Island, Coney Island
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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New Years' Propserity Wish
NEW YEARS' PROPSERITY WISH
melvin Banggollay
P-eace on earth and goodwill to all men
R-esolution of conflict within territories
O-pening new opportunities to all fellowmen
S-ecured health and home against catastrophies
P-rogress of businesses be strengthened
E-quality and respect to basic human rights
R-enewal of ties within families & every brethren
I-ndependence of nation be always respected.
T-ransformation of lives out of global poverty
Y-ou and I shall unite for the cause of Mother Earth
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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If I Had The Magic
IF I HAD the MAGIC
Melvin Banggollay
If I had the magic
In my old gentle palm
I'll offer to heal the sick
free of any alms
and I'll end every tragic
lost of lives to calm
agony of the weak
with prayers and psalm.
If I had the magic
Upon my pen's charm
I'll write many comics
to create an alarm
mankind needs medics
to heal all ills that harm
with love so strategic
to make all human palm
caring and full of magic
in building peaceful barn
In sharing goodwill to men.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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A Sick And Twisted Mind In A Rhyme
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
Little Red Ridding Hood
Walking through the woods
The wolf,
mouth drooling,
up to good
Now Little Red dropped a piece of candy
With a jump and sprawl,
her face was in his jaws.
He started shaking breaking her neck,
skin started to tear apart,
and the muscles started to bleed.
The wolf was walking off with her head in his mouth,
Rage in his eyes
He was suprised that
he did succeed.
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it, it don't cost a dime
Hansel and Gretel got left on a bridge,
scary place,
chilly like a fridge,
Owls howling in the moonlight.
They're so scared,
But they see a bright light,
The ginger bread house,
In it an old witch quiet as a mouse,
As they walk up,
She walks out
Now she invites them to eat the couch
While their back is turned she grabs an axe
Now from behind their skulls are cracked
she starts chopping wack wack wack,
Into the stew their meat goes,
it is so yummy to an old raggity hoe
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
Jack told Jill to come play a game,
When they got up the hill,
He stabbed a knife in her brain,
Her eyes fled in the back of her head.
He pushed her down the well
her body falling dead
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a scary room,
blood on the walls
a wicked gloom
and on the floor
a dead white rabbit
the red queen loves it
killing is her habit
Alice opens the door
the queen was waiting now
Alice can't feel anymore
The cheshire cat watching the gore
He licks the blood of the dead
Then disappears with nothing said.
A sick and twisted mind,
turned by time,
becomes a new story in a twisted rhyme
Come along and read it don't cost a dime
(I Know Gruesome Sorry,
Just trying to make something
cooler than just love poems.
Just added a second part.
Sick and Twisted Mind In a Rhyme II.
If y'all liked this one,
check it out.)
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If Silence Breaks Its Silence
IF SILENCE BREAKS ITS SILENCE
Melvin Banggollay
The tail of silence riding with the wind
whispers echoes of rumor mongering
but when asked to accost its humming
Mute was his lips as if he knows nothing.
If silence will break its own silent beam
then lot of things could have been seen
Justice could have reign if eyes be keen
and tongue unafraid to tell what had been.
For fear of life, the ear of silence remain
to be deaf forever even it hears disdain,
The eyes that see is blind again and again
as lips close to shout for silence to reign.
Be brave to break the silence that reign
for truth to radiate justice that regain
Hope to those who sung victims pain
and torment to those that inflicts disdain.
Written when my father was wrongfully accused
of a crime of frustrated homicide that he never have done.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Shadow Of Darkness
SHADOW OF DARKNESS
Melvin Banggollay
Shadow of darkeness
may come to swallow
...the light of hope to test
your faith with sorrow
but if in your breast
God's light still aglow
You'll win over tempest.
When faith seems low
As trials are so obsessed
playing in your meadow
be not afraid to express
your prayer for God's dew
to quench your heart's quest
for faith and wisdom glow,
for His mercy and love to rest
in your breath as you grow
in spirit until its time to rest
In God's healing shadow
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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