Rebirth

Rebirth

a change of heart
reinvention
a rebirth
whether literal or metaphorical
it is a momentous occasion
in our lives
a moment of great change
an extraordinary development.

literature offers a smorgasbord
of rebirth stories
from the classic rebirth story of
Ebenezer Scrooge in Christmas Carol
who sees the errors of his ways and transforms
to the magical love story of Beauty and the Beast
when Belle realized there was more to the Beast
being just a beast.

i have my fair share
of rebirth stories myself, the ones
that did not only change my ways
but my perspectives and my disposition
in life, in situations, and in handling people around.

but my greatest most amazing
rebirth story, if i may say
is when i met you when you held my hand
for the first time, when you kissed me
and embraced me and made your own
that my love was a total rebirth for me
it changed not only my ways, my perspective,
my disposition, but it changed
my heart and soul.

‘cos nothing and no one could beat the fact
that love, when true and pure and honest
that love, when endures the test of time
that love, when held on for so long
is the best rebirth story
one could ever tell.

P. S.

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For Reena’s Exploration Challenge #236

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Living My Best @46

They say age is just a number. I probably am the living testament to that. At 46, it seemed that my life has just begun. At the age when most people would think of retirement and going somewhere secluded to spend the rest of their remaining days, I haven’t thought myself of that yet. For why would I? In 2 years I published 6 books and 3 out of these books are AMAZON BEST – SELLERS and 1 was AMAZON and KOBO’s NUMBER 1 NRW RELEASE in less than 24 hours of its release. No reason for retirement or slowing down yet. Not at all…. and yes, you probably heard the buzz by now, my 7th book will be out very SOON.

They say you get lucky when it’s your birthday. I again probably am the living testament to that. June has been very very good to me. I am blessed with so many good things these past days:

I was featured in 3 (three magazines – Entrepreneur Stories, TheUpdateIndia, and the Daily Beat) in recognition of my works and my upcoming book.

I had 2 poems published in Spillwords NYC

I had a poem published in MastecadoresUsa

Another poem is coming out in Mastecadores India

Hardcover copies of 4 out of my 6 books are now available due to public demand.

I am part of an award-winning ensemble of authors and poets around the world through an Anthology titled, WOUNDS I HEALED: THE POETRY OF STRONG WOMEN currently still NUMBER 1 on AMAZON

And I have my 7th book coming out very soon

So allow me to THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT:

Penzone publishers
SpillwordsNYC
MastecadoresUSA and INDIA
MY IG family
MY WORDPRESS family
MY PH creative team

and to my loving friends and family, and to GOD ALMIGHTY. 

Groovy Kind of Love

Groovy Kind of Love

’twas a groovy kind of love
what you had with your first love
i would never forget when you said
under the moonlight starry night
he declared his love, so raw
so pure so true so real
what happened after was surreal
you were left struggling in the dark
unsure of what the future would be
what used to be a love so true
was broken, was destroyed
so easily, so hastily
that groovy kind of love
turned out to be a modern twist
of the classic “Romeo and Juliet” tale.

Burnt

Burnt

your eyes
are like the sun burning fiercely
ablaze with excitement
whenever you see me smile
whenever you are beside me
and just like what they all say
your love is burning
and i am so burnt up
over you.

so let go of everything
abandon yourself to my love
love me
enjoy me
follow me
lean on me.

together
we will watch as
the skies set on fire.

Thank You, India!

poetrybymich ❤😊 i am featured in TheUpdateIndia

Here is an excerpt of the feature article

“Michelle considers India as her second literary home, and has a deep connect with her Indian audience. A huge number of her followers on social media are Indians, and you can see many Indian Bookstagram accounts have interacted with her content on their pages and posted positive reviews of her books as well”

To read full article kindly scan the code or go to this link

👉https://theupdateindia.com/philippines-born-author-michelle-ayon-navajas-establishes-her-name-in-the-indian-market/

Little Prince

Little Prince

i’ve always wanted a little prince who’d run around the house in glee
i’ve always wanted a boyish laugh that’d remind me how it is to have someone tough and strong defend you, willing to break their bone.

but i wonder what about the boys in a war-torn country
where they were forced to take arms and fight for freedom and equality
where they were forced to learn to pull the trigger instead of holding on to their mother’s loving arms?

then i wonder, how about the boys in the slums and streets
these boys lost in the loneliness and sadness of life’s harshest challenges
these boys lost in the shadows of what could have been’s and what if’s?

how about these boys with raw emotions and feelings and thoughts
how about these boys with dreams of becoming fine gentlemen someday
these boys with hopes of a better life, what about them?

then i pray for the little prince i could have had but went on to be somewhere else
lost in the battered pinnacle of their horrific dreams
endangered, nothing to hope for, nothing to dream.

i pray there won’t be any boys left in great danger.

for Sadje’s WDYS

Unannounced on SpillwordsNYC

my “Father’s Day” poem “Unannounced is up now in SpillwordsNYC.

👉Read the full poem in their site by clicking this      link or the link in my bio.
     https://spillwords.com/unannounced/

👉 and when you are there please don’t forget to leave a heart ❤ for me.

Here is an excerpt of the poem:

how do i mend my broken heart?
my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope?
every time i look at myself in the mirror
i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.

that broken piece of me you took away
i don’t blame you for that though
but i must say i hated you for leaving me
just like that.

unannounced.

Thank you Dagnara, Editor for publishing my poem

Papa, Tell Me Are You Happy Somewhere? by Michelle Ayon-Navajas

My poem “Papa, Tell Me Are You Happy Somewhere?” is up now in MastecadoresUsa. Thank you so much Gabriela for publishing my piece..

MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton

Photo by Valerie Jane De Lara/ Model: JawlinePebres

Papa, Tell Me Are You Happy Somewhere?

by Michelle Ayon-Navajas
site: https://michnavs.wordpress.com/

you taught me to be brave in the most unconventional way ever
not by fairy tales bedtime stories nor by Aesop’s fables after lunch
i remember you saying “be brave my little princess”
i wasn’t really sure what you meant when you told me the story of robbers who travel by sea, swashbuckling and daring
they were often evil and brutish
i began to hide underneath my pillow as
i anticipated you to unravel the next
scariest, mind-blowing, out of this world bloody fight scene, but to my surprise,
“fear not my little one”
then you continue to tell
most of them were ordinary people
who had been forced to rob to make ends meet
you see, the world is not an easy place to live
some are lucky, some…

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Tenacity

Tenacity

we could be anything we want to be with the power of our minds we will see

how our dreams and our goals become a reality
‘though the road may not always be easy as one two three

i had my fair share of failures along the way
it was difficult it tested my resilience and tenacity

i relied on my courage and continued even in the absence of my strength

i fought back fearlessly over and over again for what i truly want

i am where i am now because i refused to stay where i was before

i am where i am now because i dared to move ahead even when the road was chaotic

i am where i am now because i stopped looking back and looked forward all the time

for nothing in this world can take the place of a powerful mind a tenacious spirit and a grateful heart

we could be anything we want to be that’s how powerful our minds could be.

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Family: To Be or Not To Be

Family: To Be or Not To Be

i am part of the DNA that binds a family together
but a huge part of me is not connected though
a father i have not really from the same blood
but had me as his own ’till his dying dawn
a mother i have not the one who carried me into her womb
but loved me as her own even in days i am doomed
siblings i have, no binding DNA’s attached
but adored me as nobody else’ did
as you can see we can be family
minus the scientific description
of what a family should be.

A family isn’t limited to parents and their biological children. The word “family” is a big word. It covers many other types of loving Families who are closely bound by their love and concern for one another.

Some families have one parent—either a mom or a dad. Some have both a mom and a dad. Others have two moms or two dads.

Some kids live in families with foster parents. They care for children when their biological parents cannot. Other parents choose to adopt children to love and care for.

Lots of people consider good friends to be part of their family.
Family members are often close. They feel they can depend on one another for caring guidance and support.

For David’s Weekly Prompt
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/15/w3-prompt-7-weave-written-weekly/