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WHAT MAKES A WOMAN  By: Deo Antonio D. Llamas What makes a woman a woman As a man what can I say Except   Points of view learned & observed From the Women I knew in  My life A woman must first know herself With grace joy  faith hope and love As her garments and adornments Stands confident before God & Man A Woman of substance understands Nurtures,reach out with loving hands  Open arms that heals & pray always Ready to be a helpmate any day A Woman is like a flower scent Sent from heaven above that fills The room with fragrance as senses Filled with delight so is a woman to a man A Woman must be sensitive  To the needs of her Love one She too needs to be desired pursued Woe by her Man with respect and trust A Woman and a Man becomes one Union of body soul mind & spirit Intimacy of such intense degree  heavenly bliss transcendentally A Woma

MY MANY NAMES By: Deo Antonio D. Llamas I 'm called by my many names as you will see Who and what I am to my Friends and Family To those close relatives to them I'm called Ding Probably named after our very loving Tita Ding Or my fathers brother we fondly called TitoDing But I guess in My Own Way I understand why? Ding is short for Goat  or Kanding in Our Dialect As a Kid,there it is, a Kid is a baby Goat LOL X 2 Ha Ha Ha...I Was Fond of Chewing Bubble Gums As You See Goats Chew All the time till they tire As A Kid I Was Herding Goats In Mama's House We have lots of pets as it is like a backyard farm As a kid I was the spirited one in the the Family At times they have to Chase Me to take a bath Our helper have hard time to put sense in me  My brothers would teased me calls me Cubao 'Daw si Cubao ka, LOL, Cubao Cubao Cubao And my 4 brothers have their nick names too Hugo we Call Coming, Paul for Paho  (mango) Joey for

NINJA THE SHADOW WARRIORS                   Painting by : Deo Antonio D. Llamas   NINJA THE SHADOW WARRIORS                                                                                        By: Deo Antonio D. Llamas N inja the shadow warriors embrace iron knowledge and practice mystic beliefs which started in Iga province in Japan. Said to have originated from monks farmers from China which settled in this part of Japan. Said knowledge came from a secret society in China. Their books of instruction on martial arts technique were said to be incomplete . For it is reserved only for the masters. They are the origin of the secret agents equipped with martial arts skills, tools and intelligence activities. N injas are freedom lovers and pride in their independence. They would not submit to any warlord shoguns and their samurais. They usually are vigilant in monitoring gun and gun powder dealers in particulars for increase in trade and activity of this commodity

DON'T BE A DEAD STAR By: Deo Antonio D. Llamas Don't be a DEAD STAR Let your light shine a far Know that you are PART Of what universe impart Let Your Light shine Never to be HIDDEN Intended to be SEEN In this world we live in Know that you are part Of GODS Grand DESIGN Know that in your HEART Give kindness to mankind Of what UNIVERSE IMPART Behind the HURTS and PAIN There are SO MUCH TO GAIN We LEARN from EXPERIENCES DEAD STARS are BLACK HOLES Like some people with no SOULS GETS the JOY OF LIFE IN OTHERS Not knowing they DESTROY OTHERS

I Am a Filipino By: Carlos P. Romulo  I am a Filipino–inheritor of a glorious past, hostage to the uncertain future. As such I must prove equal to a two-fold task–the task of meeting my responsibility to the past, and the task of performin g my obligation to the future. I sprung from a hardy race, child many generations removed of ancient Malayan pioneers. Across the centuries the memory comes rushing back to me: of brown-skinned men putting out to sea in ships that were as frail as their hearts were stout. Over the sea I see them come, borne upon the billowing wave and the whistling wind, carried upon the mighty swell of hope–hope in the free abundance of new land that was to be their home and their children’s forever. This is the land they sought and found. Every inch of shore that their eyes first set upon, every hill and mountain that beckoned to them with a green-and-purple invitation, every mile of rolling plain that their view encompassed, every river