0) Raising The Antenna Poem by Otradom Pelogo

The beat of a drum, smoke of fire, the
Alphabets or decimal system
Built as an antenna to carry the sounds of the
Souls, from passion to the virtues of wisdom

From the country's Capitol to the Latin Church,
It helps the message to regale the winds
Once in the home, it can direct, excite, and
Always the lover's heart, it still softly mends

With a host of smiles that's welcomed from the
Range to the dance halls of the best drags in town
They quickly move from past to present, hot to
Cold, but always leaving a smile where once was a frown

I learned how to speak by listening to the words
To travel, by following their dreams in a Room as a child
And learned to become a cavalier, and beggar,
But most of all to learn to be
Meek and mild