Ode to my Country

Land of the rising sun
Pearl of the orient sea
Where have all these gone?
Oh, dear, we cannot see.

Yours is an uphill battle
Of centuries colonization
But you stood as you struggle
Winning was a confirmation.

You are now being mocked
As an old lady can’t hardly step up
But you continue the long walk
Back to where they will look you up

Land of the rising sun pearl of the orient sea, you will again be.

 

 
Written for Helene of Willow Poetry. What Do You See Challenge https://helenevaillant.com/2019/05/14/what-do-you-see-may-14-2019/

FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL

FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL

This poem was a collaboration with Rose of Poet Rummager published on May 4, 2017.
I am posting it again because this is one of many haikus I have written and a personal favorite; while at the same time one of the collaborations which really boosted my site.

Within this brick wall,
lies my heart where no light shines.
Rejected, it sleeps.

Hidden in the dark –
dreaming so damn hard and tight.
You’re not mine, it weeps.

In this tiny room,
my heart beats against the stone –
bruised yet still hopeful.

Bleeding and in pain,
it yearns to be free again.
Walls start to crumble.

Deep scars you might keep.
Love may fade, but you decide –
Are you strong or weak?

 

Haiku poetry by Michnavs and Poet Rummager

Illustration by Poet Rummager

Mother

Time has not robbed my feelings

toward my mother

she’s still the sweet darling,

and she’ll be forever mine.

Age may have changed her

face now furrow – laden,

the beauty is still there;

she is my ideal token.

 

P.S.

Happy mother’s day to my mother and to all the amazing moms around the world. Over the years, my daughters made/created the best and most creative mother’s day gift for me.

These are just a few of the may creative presents they made for me over the years. I am one lucky mom to have these amazing, thoughtful, and wonderful daughters..not to mention they are pretty too…ah the BEST LUXURY IN LIFE EVERY MOTHER COULD EVER HAVE.

 

Linking for calmkate’s Friday fun – Luxury, hop in and join the fun https://aroused.blog/2019/05/11/friday-fun-luxury/

Empowered -dverse Poetic:Theories of Everything and Anything

” If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat”, Sun Tzu’s Strategic Theory on War.
I have always loved the book The Art of War, it is now celebrated by today’s business gurus and even sports coaches as guidance for dealing with conflict of all sorts. Knowing oneself is the most important thing in winning the war we wage every day.

Below is my poem about Sun Tzu’s theory on the art of war, in a modern context.

Written for dverse Poetic: Theories of Everything and Anything

 

Empowered (  Cinq Trois DecaLa Rhyme)

You don’t take away from me that one thing I deserve, one thing.
You don’t tell me what to do ‘cos you deemed, as a human being.
I shall be in solitude, will be silent, will be quiet.
I will give my tormented soul a break, but I do not quit.
You can hate me, you can curse me, but I will remain cogent.
You will see the beauty in silence, in weeping,  that’s resilient.
You will understand hope against trials, that’s bright and brilliant.
When confusion and fear arise, it is truly upsetting.
You do not take away,  that one thing I deserve, not a bit.
For I have hoped, I have loved, I am clever and I am apt.

Merril is hosting dverse Poetic: Theories of Everything and Anything, hop in and join the fun at https://dversepoets.com/2019/05/07/poetic-theories-of-everything-and-anything/

The Moon and The Stars -Quadrille

I wondered many times
as I hide
about the stars
the moon
up in the sky so high
flustered at the sight
how they filled up the sky

Am I a moon or, just one of the stars
you keep counting on the sky?

Written for D’Verse. WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D’Verse Poets.  He has prompted us with the word “Up”.

Also for Helene of  Willow Poetry, What Do You See?

Helen of Troy

If silence has a voice
It could have screamed
A million little cries
And if Helen of Troy had a choice
She would have made a statement
When she was stripped down and displayed
For men of war to choose

Kidnapped by Paris, or did she willingly escape?

If words are wounded
It could have bled
A thousand sudden deaths
And if Helen of Troy had a choice
She would have rather died than fled away
And set off a war of 10 years array

Did she find happiness and love in its way?

If Helen of Troy had lived
She could have inspired millions
Of beautiful women around
In a search for love and acceptance
With dignity to behold
Worthy of love untold

Would you rather scream silently, or bleed profusely?

Note:

In Greek mythology, Helen of Troy also known as Helen of Sparta was said to have been the most beautiful woman in the world. She was married to King Menelaus of Sparta but was abducted by Prince Paris of Troy after the goddess Aphrodite promised her to him in the Judgement of Paris

Written for kate’s  Friday Mythical Photo Challenge, hop in to join the fun https://aroused.blog/2019/05/04/friday-foto-fun-mythical/

I took the challenge of writing a poem about one of my favorite characters in Greek Mythology.

And below is a photo of a butterfly worthy of being called beautiful like Helen of Troy.

Picnic -Haibun

It’s the world-famous beach. White sand and crystal clear water. We run, we stroll, we jump, we crawl. We eat. We laugh. We watch….the sun sets perfectly along the horizon

Raindrops on the beach
Waves splashing on the seashore
Summer rain falling

 

Gina hosts a picnic haibun at dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2019/04/29/haibun-monday-that-picnic/

 

P.S.

My first attempt for dVerse

35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating.

My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back then i will write him a letter and he will send it back to me with corresponding corrections.

He gave me the best gift – the gift of words. We would play scrabble together. I never won; not that he was very competetive but simply because he wanted me to learn play up with words and hopefully win (it never happened; he was a walking dictionary). We would buy newspapers everyday only to keep up with the daily crossword puzzle challenge.

He once told me i have the gift of imagination. And he said ” write where your imagination leads you.” Later in life when i began writing in school he told me “now is the time for you to write where your heart leads you; the power of our imagination is so strong but the power of our hearts where love resides is stronger.”

 

35 Degrees

 

Its 35 degrees on a hot summer day

No one anticipated it

Nobody expected  it would come

But it happened

It rained

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

Nobody anticipated

No one expected

Yet it happened

Just as you went away

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

For Once – Ghazal

No one doubted your love, not once

you will never escape from our memory, not once.

 

 

Thank you papa for the wonderful gift you left behind. You will forever live in my words and you will forever come alive in my imagination but i assure you, you will always and forever be in my heart where love resides eternally.
I would like to thank my dear followers for standing by while i was away. Special thanks to Kate of https://aroused.blog , Gina of https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com, Irma of Iidorun, https://iidorun.wordpress.com, Jules of dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com
for the daily dose of writing inspiration.