Author: AinaBalagtas

I am an essayist, a news correspondent, a poet, a big fan of language and words; an ardent lover of arts and imagination-- I am a writer.
Poetry · Writing True

You Never Know

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I think the earth is not perfectly round.

It may have dings and dints,

Or disfigured and defaced—

Who knows?

Being over four-billion-year-old—

You never know.

I think all of us have someone watching over us.

There’s Google and traffic cams,

Webcams and satellite cams and more—

Who knows?

We’re never alone. . . there are dust mites and fairyfies—

You never know.

I think there are angels amongst us.

With our without wings,

they might be with us here—

Who knows?

They might be walking and mingling; even social networking and doing good—

You never know.

Writing True

Contempt Me Not

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. . . for the color of my skin;

To be brown is not a sin.

Contempt me not for my ancestry;

To be true to my roots is not a felony.

Contempt me not for choosing love over hate;

To guard my heart from evil, I do contemplate.

Contempt me not for our differences;

To honor the many things we have in common—

Is fair enough and just

As may I say so.

Poetry

“XVII

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“I never saw a moor,

I never saw the sea;

Yet I know how the heather looks,

And what a wave must be. 

I never spoke with God,

Nor visited in heaven;

Yet certain am I of the spot

As if the chart were given.”

Excerpt From
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
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Writing True

Chasing Time

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No one and nothing,

Is as restless as the clock.

Truly, it’s pleasure and privilege to lay back.

For the clock’s hands are always in motion,

And our deeds and actions can’t keep up—

It’s a fact not just a notion.

Time maybe not be in Wall Street

But its value is higher than gold—for real

No cheat; ask the old.

Haiku · Writing True

Yonder in the Dark

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. . . is a frigid heart

where cold blood flows, strange to love

unknown to kindness.

Bigotry freezes

the heart as arrogance do.

Love, stay afloat.

Creative · Love · Poetry

Nostalgia

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As a sonata is softly playing,

special memories are coming back

of a sterling night

at the shore of Waikiki

under the serene moon

and sparkling stars:

The slushing of waves above the moonlighted sea,

The fast beating of our hearts,

The so secretive murmurings,

The decadent lips sharing honey,

The sinuous touches strumming magic

To two aching bodies in paradise;

of two longing souls reaching heaven on earth

in such a sweet discourse.

Recommended Song:

It’s Just a Love Song

by Walter Murphy

Nature · Writing True

Nature’s Moral Stories XIII

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Dignified are the trees—

Rain or shine—

they’re standing tall

Worry-free.

Dignity is what the falling leaves

In gold and amber during fall

Are being robbed of

By remorseless winds.

Dignity is what a man bequeaths,

When caged

And treated

Like a beast.

‘T is as important as the basic necessities

And rights.

Lest I wish no one

Should be deprived.

Writing True

My Heart

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. . . is the sky

in which

You’re the only star.

It carries your name,

And hums our song

As lovely as the robin sings.

It’s filled with joy

For the God-given—

Heaven’s beautiful work of art—you.