Nature’s Moral Stories XI


When the man in mirror
Is missing; Would you break in?
To find him?
And the error?

One long
Ongoing politics,
Is that of book covers and pages.
Oh, vanity of title!

Folly to say
You see one’s soul
By mere eye-to-eye.
The biggest lie is love at first sight.

Because the paradox of eyes
Is that though,
It’s the sense of seeing—
It is fundamentally limiting.

Close it.
One, two, three. . .
Alas! Profoundness and meaning—
Understanding is ready for the taking.

My King



My body,
My mind
Bequeath the queendom of me—
You’re enthroned.

You ring my bells.
You conquer my hills.

Regal are your lips.
Regal are your hands.

Your whispers are my command.
Your moans are my crowning glory.

I am a prisoner of your kisses.
I am a slave of your touches.

My heart,
My soul,
I bequeath the queendom of me—
My very all.


YouTube/Making Love/Roberta Flack/Trijntje Oosterhuis and Gregory Porter

Know Love, Doth?



You do not knock!
You do not introduce yourself!
No ID whatsoever,
Yet I am into thee.

You are like summer days to one sterling Will;
Amid this autumn, even when winter
To me,
You are my spring.

You do not knock!
You do not introduce yourself!
No ID whatsoever,
Yet I yearn for thee.

To thee,
And for thee,
I wave the white flag
In sweet surrender.

Coz your real Owner
Carries a heavy title;
And I am but
A lightweight sojourner.

And in Thy Name,
We conquer
The infinite sky
And abysmal sea,

I so long to see:


YouTube/John Denver/Annie’s Song



Oh, stupendous soul,
I got your ode.
Mines’ a bore,
Though it never sore.
My shadow
Didn’t learn, doth?
I know that.
My Copperfield bud,
You lent me that industrious hand.
Spared me those absorbent shoulders.
You sent away the jitters.
. . . made me better.

When you get lost in San Francisco,
Call me.
Call me,
And we’d get lost together.

It’s in together,
Where good thing lay;
And when best moments
Take place.

You always bring a spare
sun in your eyes.
Oh, and the moon!
Right there!
Automatic, when I say
You’re nice.

What Friends Are For


I just finished watching the 2017 film of Victoria & Abdul. I watched it twice to grasp as much humanity as I can. Because I am moved by the story’s core theme of friendship—one of my favorite subjects to muse and explore. Please note, however, that it’s a real-life story during the Victorian era, when the female protagonist ruled as the monarch of Great Britain and Ireland from 1937 to 1901, or the death of Queen Alexandrina Victoria according to the Website of the Royal Family.

In brief, the story is about the friendship of the late monarch and her Indian friend, Abdul Karim. Sadly, most people during that time, saw their friendship malicious, when come to think of it, friendship has many faces just like love. And I can relate.

With all honesty, several times in the past, I faced scrutiny for having men friends. But just like the woman protagonist, I didn’t give up on friendship, thinking and reaffirming that regardless of any reasons, to find or have a friend—is such a blessing. It deserves impunity.

I reiterate: Friendship is the highest form of love on earth. That even marriages transcend into deeper friendship over time. Again, sadly, even love, or friendship for that matter is not exempted from the gravest human error of prejudice. But isn’t it, both love and friendship can bring out the best in us? That to find another human being, who treats us with kindness and affection, is indeed a blessing. That this world is too big, and life is too complicated for anyone to be alone. That to find someone, who is willing to be there for us ‘til our last dying breath, is truly a gift to cherish? More so, if it’s more. I am just glad it was captured that way in the film.

To end, here in the Blogosphere, we are lucky enough to make incremental steps in healing the wounds of prejudices. For we follow, we like, we comment, we support one another without regard to age, religion, race, gender, even language barriers (or/and the likes). This is one great reason; we should cherish blogging. For we make sense here, never allowing such blind spots hinder as we strive to be better people and make meaningful lives. Bottom line: Friends are friends. And love is love.

Happy blogging to you all!


YouTube/Dionne Warwick and Company/That’s What Friends Are For

Those Lips


Roughly an inch
below your nostrils,
contoured in mauve;
those lips
drive my thoughts
into mob.

Loudly calling me at sunrise;
but louder in bedtime,
I am at the mercy
of those lips
all the time.

Mallows that melt me;
Bergamot that intoxicates
my wired mind—-
I don’t care what time.

Screw me, Earth.
Screw me.

YouTube/Trijntje Oosterhuis/The Carpenters/They Long To Be Close To You

Nature’s Moral Stories X



It is in autumn,
When true humility and kindness
From trees and foliage
Are in action.
Death is slow motion.

. . . seeing trees cascading in colors of the horizon—
Of red, gold, and orange;
Being at height,
Is always in inquest; at question.

It is in autumn,
When the sun fall short
In warming the Earth:
Everything, and everyone
Has limitation.

. . . accepting change, mind need not to be in commotion;
Understanding fortitude, endurance, and resiliency
Aren’t patented to trees.
due diligence brings makeover to every notion.

If only yeses
Can come with whys
And responses with a smile—-
All differences can arrive
To peaceful resolution, sigh.

No carries outright exhaustion, aight.

Happy Birthday, Blog!

“If there’s no forever, can I just love you everyday, every minute, every second? With every beat of my heart, can I just keep loving you in every tick of the clock?” Me.





Lyrics, Sentiments and Me is twelve-years young—and I am thankful! For this blog is a testament that I have been in hell and high waters. And whether knowingly or unknowingly, my ups and downs are mostly documented in this blog. Then you, kind souls, are my beautiful witnesses. I am truly grateful. Thank you, all!.

Nonetheless, I started this blog with musical accompaniment courtesy of YouTube videos (Thank YouTube) and along with my novice photography or a digital art. Love was the most used theme along with nature in my non-fiction creative writing. In many instances, I scribbled like a teenager so immersed in love. Some appreciated, labeling me as romantic and wistful. Others were not so much, calling me silly and gullible (and so much more). But folks, I have no regret. I even want to keep it that way forever.

Because not to be cheesy about it: Love and/or to love, is the only thing, we should never get tired of doing (note that it’s an act and a virtue). For with it, simply, we cannot go wrong. Besides there’s is no such a thing as love overdose. Most importantly, love’s “user instruction,” is pretty rudimentary: “To love and be loved,” and “To have and to hold.”

To end, allow me to extend love and my deepest gratitude to these amazing fellow bloggers:


Burning Heart

Cindy Knoke



Ivon Prefontaine


Paul Militaru





Thank you, WP for another wonderful year! Happy blogging to y’all. Alooooooooha. . .



YouTube/Kat McPhee & David Foster/Dionne Warwick/What the World Needs Now