Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
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Every one falls in love. Sometimes, things turned out great. However, things do not always turn out great. Even rose has its thorn, so to speak. As love can be sweet, it can also turn out to be sour.
On a quiet time, words and phrases are formed.
I was sitting by the window as I watched the world outside my room. While I was on my quiet time, this poem was written.
I hope you like it.
From a deep slumber
My heart awakens
My senses shaken
Mesmerized by the seduction of thy love
These feet of mine became so light
This heart sings such melodic song
This soul began to yearn
….. of you and me forever in this dream land.
This world once black and white
And you were like a pen…
As you moved this life from plain white
Unto the colorful shades of rainbow
This heart rested in your love
Allowed all my defenses down
As I held unto the trance of your words
And succumb unto the sweetness of your embrace
Bu lo, even roses has its thorns
The waves of the sea is not always lovely
Love is not always sweet
And life is not always fair
Sharp blade penetrated through this heart
Sea of tears shed from these eyes
As my soul fell unto the endless pit..
Trapped unto the agony of shattered hopes
I woke up from a dream
And opened my eyes to see a nightmare
As I realized that the sweet, sweet love
Is gone as it is only but phantasm and a ....dream of love.
It is said that love is endurance and pain is part of love. Some say that it is better to have loved and lost than had not loved at all. What ever we say about love, one thing is certain. Love is such a strong emotion that it moves even the toughest of us all.
Have a great day, every one
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
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It is a common notion that a woman will not be complete without a mate. Hence, a single woman approaching her mid life is usually faced with pressure from friends and family to go ahead and get her man. It is as if her life is at doom if she choose otherwise. In a way, it is true that a man and a family life completes a woman. After all, we are conditioned on that line of thinking. But then, however true this may seem, being a complete woman does not necessarily mean having a mate alone. Being complete and contented all boils down to being in touch with our inner selves. It is being a peace with our selves, be it a woman or a man for that matter.
I wrote this poem and hope that you like it.
As the shade and warmth of the tree from the distance invites me, I can not help but to feel a certain tingle in my heart. I felt that song in my heart.
As the seduction of solitude enfolds..
I closed my eyes with sheer emotion
My every being settled in joyous warmth
As I am welcomed by bracing embrace
As the gust of wind touches my skin
A quivering sensation awaken my every senses
As I gaze to the marvel of the clouds above..
I felt my heart singing a melodic hymn
My lips utter no lyrics
My mind composes no song..
But my every being sings a song..
A song sang deep within this soul
Lo, nothing so extraordinary..
Not even a shed of romance comes to me
No earthly fortune to humor me
Lo, nothing so extraordinary
My life is but so simple
As a song goes, it is but a plain white paper
So white with no ink of complication
So dull with no color of adventure
My life has been but full of trials.
In fact, had not been kind at all
People are not always tame
And fortune seemed to be so afar.
However my life came to be
The rhythm in my heart is real
And I could not find any answer
But one and one alone...
I lived my life with no complication
Tried so damn hard not to trample on anyone..
I can dare look at any ones eyes
And with pride, could dare say "I owe you no debt whatsoever"
And I know deep inside
That if ever I leave this life of mine
I lived and fought that good fight
In this simple and uncomplicated life of mine.
I wrote this poem February, 2011 during my birthday. My son told me that this is my day. As I am not getting any younger i tried to look back and check how I lead my life. After which, i was able to construct this poem.
Have a great day, my reader. I hope you like my poem.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
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I want to step into the shadow of no land
I want to gaze upon the splendor of the setting sun
I want to reach the magnificence of the clouds above
Every fiber of my being crave to be cradle
by the sea of boundless ecstasy
And as I swoon in the waves of mellifluous rhapsody
My senses begets mystical words and phrases
My mind creates series of melodic rhymes
As I start to form series of words..
.... for the dearest love of mine.
I thought of creating another poem but I could not think of any so i tried creating phrases...and played with words. I entitled it "For a Dear Love of Mine.
I suppose the poem is about a person who tries to create a series of word for some one dear to his or her life...who ever that is...not necessarily mine.
I hope you like it.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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It was just another ordinary afternoon. My mind was full of what I have to do at home before the day ends. But then, however my mind was occupied, children of five stole my attention away from my deep thoughts. For the next fifteen minutes, these children stole not just my attention, but my heart as well.
These children ranges from 7 to at least 3 years old. As they chase the passenger jeepney where I was at the moment, I can not help but frown as they playfully gamble with their young lives. In less than a minute, all of them were able to get inside the passenger jeepney. But then, just as I thought that every one was already in the safe zone, the driver noticed that one of the children was still clinging on the rear side of the public vehicle. As I turned my head to take a peak, I saw sheer delight on this child's eyes.
This group does not have a familiar face but I am certain they belong to the same group who distributes envelope for purposes of asking for alms. That afternoon was different, though they distribute their envelope, they were not vigilant on collecting them.
They were shouting with glee as they find their respective turf in the public vehicle. Maybe this is a playful day for them. One of these children sat beside me. The smell of some one who had been in the sunlight for a long period of time lingers as she comfortably leaned her slender body on my shoulder. I did not know her, she just leaned on me for some reason. My eyes went from one child to another. Their bodies are already dark with dirt and most of them already smelled unpleasant that I could not help but to wonder of when was the last time these children took their bath. Their clothes were torn that I can not help but to wonder if they even have decent cloths.
The eldest sat beside me and a 5 year old girl sat in front of the young girl next to me. She said she is already hungry as she took out what she claimed to be her lunch. It was a half consumed biscuit. Her meal is a three pieces of half-eaten biscuit. As she took a bite, the other kids kept on laughing and mocking her. They talked about an embarrassing incident regarding this girl that prompted her to be quiet. The group did not stop that eventually, she was not able to eat what was left of her meal. I can not help but to notice that it was already 5:00pm yet she mentioned lunch. Would she be able to even have her dinner that night? She kept her silence the whole ride but I see a stung of sharp look in the supposedly innocent eyes of hers. Sometimes, situations can be tough and people around us can be unkind. Ironically, even children are not an exemption to this predicament.
The boy next to her uttered he will run away. The group gave her a doubtful gesture and a challenging response. The boy reacted with a question "Wouldn't you all?" They all went speechless for a while. However, the group were able to swiftly bounce back and regain their carefree and blissful mode in no time. Maybe it was some passing conversation among themselves. What went to my mind? This boy should have a family who protects his welfare and keep him safe. Every children have the right to be protected. Sometimes, life can be harsh even to defenseless children. Sometimes, in the face of hopeless desperation, we wear a mask of mischievousness in order to survive and hide an unseen wound. Is it possible that these children learned this art in such tender years?
As they reached their destination, the girl who sat next to mine gestured to the driver that they need to drop off from the public vehicle. I watched them as they aligned from the vehicle and cross the street. The eldest girl dragged the 3 year old boy companion because his movement was quite slow. He even left his slippers that the elder girl forcefully dragged him so they could cross the street and beat the vehicles that were swiftly approaching on their direction.
I looked at them until i could see them no more. A prominent figure once said that the youth is the hope of this nation. But then, I also can not help but to wonder, what is the future waiting for these children? How can they even survive this different kind of jungle? Would they be able to get a decent life? How about an education? Will they even have an education at all? Or will be they grow up as professional beggars or thieves? Will they grow up as an asset to the community or will they be hardened by poverty that they will turn out as a liability?
And so as their images play in my mind, I can not help but to wonder how these children could stand out and win the cut-throat competition in the modern world...the concrete jungle.
How about you, would you know how? Or do you also wonder, like me.
I heard people usually say, count your blessing. And so as some of us count these blessings coming our way, can we also reach out to those who are lesser blessed ?
I am not religious, my friend. And so, I am not really using the word "blessing". Just for "Little Angels in the Concrete Jungle". It could be an invitation or a challenge. Or perhaps... simply a thought to ponder.
Have a good evening, my reader.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
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I had been so long since I posted in this site. I apologized to those who dropped by and found nothing new to read. It had been a busy months.
It is my birthday today. My son told me today is my day. And so I halt and looked back on the years that passed. I closed my sense of sight and opened my other senses. I tried to reach out the words to describe how it has been. And so I came up with phrases and word, now submitted in Hubpages.
I hope you can find time to read this piece of mine. I entitled it:
Click and i hope you will like it.