Month: January 2024

Creative · Poems

VI

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“If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.”

Excerpt From
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Writing True

The Earth on Our Lips

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I tasted love;

I am sure you did too—

Wasn’t it sweeter than honey?

And as soft and delicate as cotton candy?

Though how it transcends

Makes the difference that’s hard to amend—

Love is love—

Lest not be hasty in judgment.

The bliss of romance,

The joy of a company,

The felicity of being cared for—

The warmth of being in someone’s arms,

We experience heaven on earth,

And the earth on our lips—

Delectable indeed!

Creative · Haiku

Almost

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Though how many million times I’ve convinced myself of the reality; I still cry for our dream never meant to come true.

We did not even

Survived fall; we never get

To winter at all.

Yes, you are in a

Place so cold, below zero

The news just said so.

But blame not the snow,

The blizzards, chills, and cold winds

Destiny’ not lost.

AI looked, sounded

So real, I did bet my all.

So naive—stupid.

I deserved the blows:

I bought the poems and emails,

Even all the songs.

The hardest thing to

Forget, is the one that you

never get—it haunts.

YouTube/Rachelle Ann Go & Christian Bautista/You and Me, We Wanted it All

Writing True

To Young Me

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Life is tough

And you have nothing

but hope and guts.

You strive harder, yes you must.

Indeed it hurts

When others misjudged your future—it cuts.

You look for love;

One time you wished for wings

and you’re a dove.

At another time, as you sob

You find fate’s a boxer—

You faint from the jabs.

“Love, love,

Where are you love?”

Silly wistful like asking for more jabs.

Sweet talk

That didn’t do the walk?

Don‘t make yourself a joke.

Daunted by minuscule of misfortunes,

And you’re hopeless,

Thinking you’re too broken and broke.

Hang in there youngster!

Everything is going to get better.

Life and love aren’t to master.

There’s glory in surviving the pain and aches.

Just stay hopeful and do your best—

And you’d see,

That’s all that matters.

Writing True

Melancholia

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There’s nothing funny about you.

You’re uninvited, who the heck is blue?

I find joy in scribbling, God knows it’s true!

I find joy in rhymes and poems, so shoo you!

I find joy in painting—I love that one too.

I find joy in drawing and coloring flowers—I really do!

So take my Holo card and go around the island.

I can’t stand your presence; I just can’t.

Who can anyway, who?

Shoo!

Writing True

The Gift

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It’s packed with surprises

Though unwrapped and no disguises.

Every soft mewl from NICU

Comes from a gift, new,

Precious—and can’t be taken for granted

Eyes in awe, hearts melted

Over a bundle of joy—

Lest not a moment be wasted.

For a journey has started

And God’s wish is fulfilled

For every newborn that is welcomed

In this world.

Sentiments · Writing True

Strive To

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Be kind.

Have compassion.

Be understanding.

Have patience.

Be humble.

Have humility

Be true.

Have integrity.

Be considerate

Have empathy.

Strive to be a good human being if not better.

Do good deeds with no regrets.

Love with all your heart.

Live soulfully.

Never hate.

Life is short;

Make it meaningful.

YouTube/John Parr/Man in Motion

Writing True

Temper, Temper Go Away

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Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Out

It’s okay.

I’m okay.

Everything is okay.

Emotions begone.