Category: Creative

Creative · Non-Fiction

A Blogger’s Glory

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In the quiet of the night’s solemn pace
A screen beams bright, a sacred space,
Where thoughts take flight, and words aline
A world created, line by line.

The blogger sits, with her heart laid bare,
Each post a story, duly crafted with care,
A digital pen in hand she wields,
Her thoughts, her dreams, a shield, a field.

With every click, may her voice be heard,
Across the globe, she whispered words,
A tale of her life, of her love, of her pain,
Of her victories won, of her lessons gained.

In comments left, in her heart do touch,
A silent bond that means so much,
For in her space, she finds her way,
To share the light of a glorious day.

But true glory lies not in fame,
Nor in the clicks that bear her name,
But in the truth behind the stories she shared,
Believing they connect her to the very few who cared.

For in each post, a part of her revealed,
Her hidden truth, her wounds unhealed,
But in hope, through sharing, her heart can mend, grateful to the knit community, where earnest words transcend.

In humble plea, let the blogger write with a bare hint of pride,
Let her voice be heard in the world vastly wide,
and may her stories find their destiny
For the glory of a blogger, is when her heart finds its route to many.

Creative · Fiction

Under the Stars and the Moonlight

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Beneath the deep purple sky, a canvas so wide,
Where stars and moon in silence bide,
We find our sacred space, a sanctuary we embrace
In moonlight’s soft and tender grace.

Our hands enlace, a perfect fit,
As our hearts begin their rhythmic beat,
The night becomes our gentle song,
As we dance where we have always belonged.

The world around us fades away,
As moonbeams light our secret way,
Each step we take, a whispered vow,
A promise of the here and now.

The stars struck in what they see, in awe of you and me,
As ours’ pure light reveals no flaw, so let our moment be
For in this dance, we move as one,
Until the night and day are spun.

The wind it sighs, a soft caress,
As if to bless our happiness,
And in the glow of silvered night,
Ours shines so pure, a beacon bright.

We twirl and sway in magical time,
As we dance in echoes our hearts’ sweet rhyme,
Beneath the stars, beneath the moon,
We’re two souls so raptured, forever tuned.

And when the night gives way to day,
Our dance may end, but God’s grace will stay,
For in that moment, under skies,
We found our love, our eternal prize.

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Dancing Our Sanity Away

YouTube/Amii Stewart/September Morn
Creative · Love · Non-Fiction

I’m Waiting

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I sit beneath the solemn night sky,
Where every breeze seems like a sigh,
The world moves on, in a gentle pace,
But here I wait, a patient grace.

The moonlight spreads its golden thread,
As thoughts of you are all over my head,
I am wishful thinking of moments yet to be,
Of love that finds its way to me.

Each star above, a wish I make,
That somewhere you’re awake,
Perhaps gazing too at the same night,
And feel the same longing just as bright.

Time is impatient and remorseless, yet I remain
Anchored to hope that quells the silent pain,
For love is worth each passing day,
Each wistful night, come what may.

In every dawn, hope sparks,
A promise subtly hiding in the dark,
That you are out there, getting near,
To end this wait, to calm my fear.

So I will wait, as seasons change,
When a bridge is build, and our paths are rearranged,
And in that moment, when we meet,
The waiting ends sweet, and our hearts complete.

YouTube/Sergio Mendez/Bridges
Creative · Non-Fiction

The Power of Smile

AinaBalagtas4 Comments
Smile goes a million miles,
a tender gesture
that’s always worthwhile.

A smile’s light, a gentle spark,
Illuminates the deepest dark,
It lifts the soul, dispels the gloom,
Transforms a shadowed, cheerless room.

In every curve, a story told,
Of kindness, warmth, a heart of gold,
A bridge that spans from soul to soul,
A silent force that makes us whole.

It whispers hope when words are few,
A balm that heals, a love renewed,
In just one smile, the world can see,
The boundless strength of empathy.

So let your smile be bright and free,
A gift to all humanity,
For in its glow, we find our way,
A beacon in the light of day.

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Creative · Poetry

So Into Imagination

AinaBalagtas4 Comments
In the dancing floor of night sky, the moon is singing, while the stars join me in a line dance. And the crickets? In every spin, in every pas de bourrèe, they’re cheering on—so kind. Poor sea can’t join.

In quiet moments, hearts take flight,
Imagining brings pure delight.
A world within, where dreams are spun,
Where endless tales are never done.

A spark ignites, ideas bloom,
Transforming shadows, chasing gloom.
From simple thoughts, great wonders grow,
In lands where only dreamers go.

We conjure castles, skies of gold,
Adventures grand, both young and old.
New worlds appear with every thought,
In realms our daily lives forgot.

The joy of imagining, wild and free,
Is painting life with fantasy.
It lifts the soul, expands the mind,
In dreams, true treasures we can find.

So let your thoughts run far and wide,
In imagination, joy resides.
For in those visions, brightly gleamed,
Lies the heart of all we’ve dreamed.

YouTube/Timothèe Chalamet/Pure Imagination
Creative · Non-Fiction · Ode · Writing True

The Joy of Scribbling, an Ode

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Describe one habit that brings you joy.

O sacred pen, O parchment pure and white,
In thee, I find my soul’s delight,
For within thy boundless realm of ink,
My thoughts and dreams converge and sync.

With every stroke, a world is born,
A canvas vast where ideas are sworn,
To dance and play upon the page,
In timeless tale or fervent rage.

The rustling sound of paper’s kiss,
A symphony of endless bliss,
Each word a note, each phrase a song,
In writing’s embrace, I belong.

O muse, thou art my guiding star,
In realms of fiction, near and far,
Thy whispering voice, a gentle breeze,
That carries me through stormy seas.

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s hue,
In writing, I am ever new,
A creator, a dreamer, a humble scribe,
Inking out the pulse of life’s tide.

In poetry’s sweet, rhythmic flow,
Or prose where deeper meanings grow,
The joy of writing fills my heart,
A treasured gift, an endless art.

With pen in hand, I’m never alone,
In every word, a seed is sown,
Of thoughts profound or simple cheer,
In writing, all is bright and clear.

So let the ink run swift and free,
A testament to creativity,
For in this joy, I find my truth,
An eternal flame, a fountain of youth.

Creative · Poetry · Sentiments

You Ought to Know

AinaBalagtas18 Comments

What does best means to you?
Is it something or anything that tickles your fancy?
A thing of beauty?
Or a head-turner that drives you crazy?

What does precious means to you?
Is it a hefty sum of money?
A mansion at Hamptons maybe?
Or a Bentley?

What does forever means to you?
Is it a career that assures your stability?
A recognition that validates your competency?
Or an accolade that could bring you to the heights of ecstasy?

Where do you rest your happiness?

I wish I know, so I can lead you there. . .
I wish I know, so I can give it to you. . .
I wish I know, so I can make you stay. . .
I wish I know, so I won’t see you hurting this way. . .

But if you really want to go,
I will let you do so.
But I think before you go,
You ought to know. . .

What best means to me,
Are “the laughter and tears”
We shed.

What precious means to me,
Is the love
You have given me.

And what forever means to me,
Is this love
I have for you.
For not even death,
Can take it away from me.

And what happiness means to me,
Is YOU
And ONLY YOU!
And not even death
Can stop me
From
Loving YOU!

Creative · Goodbyes · Poetry

For Nature’ Sake

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Courtesy of Google Images (subject to fair use)

I scattered your fragmented memories to the sea;

But billowing waves returned them back to me.

I buried them deep in the sands;

But rushing ripples took them away;

Only for the billowing waves to return them to me

And so for nature’s sake, I’m keeping them back. . .

Entrusting the taking and healing

to time and destiny.

YouTube/Nancy Wilson/Ebb Tide