Category: Writing True

Non-Fiction · Writing True

Imagine a World Free of War

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. . . where our leaders—

amidst their differences and issues

would sit—face-to-face—and talk out resolutions;

instead of using weaponry and sacrificing lives.

Isn’t effective communication is rudimentary

in this Twenty-First century?

. . . where terrorists

would turn peace activists,

and value lives instead of senseless arguments

without regard for origin,

race,

color,

ideology,

beliefs

and religion;

instead of causing a magnitude of terrors

and real time horrors?

. . . where all nations

would work tirelessly

for the good of their citizens,

and would work with one another

towards strengthening economies,

promoting education and healthy wellbeing;

and to fight crimes and gun violence. . .

What’s the used of having United Nations?

. . . where every child is safe,

sheltered,

nourished,

in school,

and living with family. . .

It’s terrifying

that in all corners of the world,

there are kids dying—

not just from famine and diseases—

but as poor casualties of wars,

being used as human shields.

Imagine a world where peace

is our evergreen reality

and everyone is enjoying

freedom and liberty.

Imagine.

Inspirational · Writing True

Tests

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Courtesy of University of Rochester

Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s The Test

On Scranton or not

Proctored or not—

Don’t cheat.

Don’t miss a question.

Preparation

Is prelude

To beating the examination.

Brokenness,

Emptiness,

Loneliness,

Nothingness,

Indebtedness—

These taxes to one’s character—

Sometimes, to someone,

They seemed inevitable and unbeatable.

But there is a thing of muscle called grit,

Which is synonymous to hard work and perseverance,

Sanity and determination;

Which upend the peeve.

Life—oh what a glorious feat!

Haiku · Writing True

In the Woods

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Yonder was so dark;

I have no one and nothing

but hope and courage.

Morn finally comes;

Oh, I made it through the night

Thank hope and courage.

No matter how dark,

See, nights are not forever

Morning never fails.

Haiku · Writing True

Like a Wind

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Yes, we never met;

But I felt you like a wind—

You said, you did too.

Our dreams receded;

But in my heart are fragments

Of our forever.

Safely placed in here—

Where I can go back and forth,

Cherishing just you.

YouTube/Billie Holiday/I’ll Be Seeing You

Writing True

Knock Knock Koa

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Warmer seas,

Less and less trade winds—

Setting the red carpet for a cat-five storm.

Knock knock koa. . .

Skyscrapers would turn into papers,

And everything else

In crumbs and pieces.

Climate change is a Boho. . .

ignored, belittled, labeled loony,

who’s turning earth

into his work of art

that—no one, no one—

could and would

appreciate.

Writing True

Idleness Kills

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What bores you?

Read.

Run.

Walk.

Talk.

Write.

Draw.

Dance.

Sing.

Cook.

Eat.

Run.

Jump.

Shop.

Learn a new skill.

Meet someone new.

Watch TV.

Listen to radio.

Tend to your garden.

Hike new heights.

Call a friend or a family.

Whatever you want and can do,

Do it!

You’re alive.

You’re meant to do something.

Turn to espresso for the pushing.

Poetry · Writing True

Death Who?

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Updated February 22, 2024, 11:40 HST

Who is death?

Why many is afraid of him?

Is he the boogey boo

Or the big foot whom we frighten ourselves—

As kids—if we don’t sleep at noon?

Who is death?

Why no one can tell where is he from?

Is he a republican or democrat?

What is his ideology?

Election time, shouldn’t we need to know?

Who is death?

Why no one wants to meet him?

Why even the notorious criminals

are shaken to hear his. . . in verdicts and sentencing?

We live avoiding him all our lives, mean.

All I know, when I meet death,

I’d get to see and touch God’s face.

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.