Women In The Outbreak Of A Global Pandemic (Part 1)

be magnificent

be beautiful

be bold

like the Taj Mahal

love

live

longer, forever

like the Taj Mahal

inspire

encourage

motivate, persuade

like the Taj Mahal

The United Nation’s acknowledge and celebrate the role of women and girls around the world in creating a more equal future and recovery from the COVID-19 pandemic.

Most health care workers, caregivers, community organizers are composed of women. The pandemic is yet again another avenue in which the world sees the importance of women in combating the outbreak of a global pandemic. 

Once again, women have proven to the world that they are strong, resilient, and dependable.

According to the United Nations “International Women’s Day is a time to reflect on progress made, to call for change and to celebrate acts of courage and determination by ordinary women, who have played an extraordinary role in the history of their countries and communities.

The world has made unprecedented advances, but no country has achieved gender equality.”

We can always play our part.

The pandemic is not just a health issue. It impacted our societies and economies, and it is an undeniable fact that women are at the heart of care and response efforts underway. 

Homes have become offices, classrooms, and meeting places – and mothers, are the heart of it all. 

It has been a year since the pandemic happened and for the past year, the home has become the center of the growth and development of every child, every human being. Unlike pre-pandemic days, children’s well-being can be attributed to home, school, and its immediate environment. With the outbreak of the pandemic, the home has taken that responsibility alone. responsibility alone. And for that, every family member must create an ambiance, conducive to learning, working, and virtual interaction without compromising the essence of a real home.

for Sadje’s WDY

for Kate’s Friday – Fun

In Memory

Kayla would have been just a manufactured memory to her family, friends, and children, had she not taken the courage to walk away from her abusive husband.

 
She found out she could leave only after he tried to kill her.


Let there be no more Kayla, let every woman live a life they deserve.

 
Together let us join the rest of the world in celebrating the hero in every woman, this MARCH 2021


Yes! There’s no place for complacency.

 
Sadly though none of us will probably witness the end of the culture of violence in our lifetimes, and nor likely will many of our children.

 
But, we can all play a part.


Women have the right to live free from violence.

Let your voice be heard

 Read more true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence in my book “After Rain Skies” (available via KOBO.COM)


How Much More?

you lost your voice

in the roaring thunder

of his growing ego

as you lost your consciousness

under his vicious hands.

how much more of that sound do you need to bear,

deaf in the truth of torture and agony?

you lost your mind

with every scornful tone

from the blast

of his nasty outrage

and abomination.

how much more of the mockery do you need to take,

to run away and seek help?

you lost your glow

for every word

he utters is a knife

that cuts off the very essence

of your being

how much more of that smile will you hold,

to unfold the truth that you are suffering silently?

P.S

A poem included in my book “After Rain Skies”. I cannot think of any other piece fitted to the photo of Sadje for this week’s WDY, but this one. https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/11/16/what-do-you-see-56-16-november-2020/

The agony, the pain, the hurt and the hopelessness of an abused woman is so evident … so much so that it transcends beyond the photograph.

Let this be a reminder … a reminder to take part and help stop the culture of abuse and violence.

In Memory

“In Memory”

in memory of the woman

who screams silently

the secrets of her soul

may she rest in peace

with her lost words

and intimate beauty

Coming home should be the safest thing we ever do in this life. Where we lay our heads at night should be where monsters will not reach us. And yet, so many find themselves making homes with monsters instead. This is a compilation of true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence in prose and poetry. Order your e-book copy now at https://www.kobo.com/ph/en/ebook/afte

Dreams Do Come True

Warning:

This a lengthy post, longer than my usual posts. Below is the actual post I made here on WordPress seven years ago. I am sharing it all with you guys because I never thought that, that one single moment of “airport boredom” could actually change my life and my perspective about writing and publishing. I started out with only a few followers. My first post (one below) had three ( 3) likes. 

Seven years after, my Word Press family grew bigger. I’ve met interesting, talented, and, supportive bloggers/writers/poets, and eventually made friends with them. It has been a wonderful seven blogging/writing years. (I’d write a different post about the amazing people I’ve met here)

My first few years were a bit off, so to say. I didn’t know which and what direction to take as a writer or blogger or poet. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Journalism so, I must be equipped with the basic knowledge in writing. I was a student writer as well back then, so writing is really not new anymore. I was also a teacher – coach for all of my students’ (including my own children) writing competitions, and I did pretty well as a coach the, I made champion writers out of my students and my daughter as well. 

Never did I thought that one day, I will be writing again myself, the least publish my own book. That one  “airport boredom”  piece of poetry prompted to many more WP posts/poetry. After years of struggling to find my voice, I made a breakthrough in poetry with my “Summer Rain” poem series – a poetry series in honor and remembrance of my beloved father you is now reunited in heaven with our creator. The response was very overwhelming and I realized I must be really doing something right. That time, I was posting under my pen name “michnavs”, with no profile bio or even a photo. My readers and followers were completely unaware of who I am/was. Then, came my next struggle. Should I go public about my identity? I don’t even have any social media accounts. I was enjoying the that I was writing anonymously. WP was my sort of my “virtual self”. Some of my closest friends and family don’t even know I was in WordPress. 

Well, until of course opportunity happens. Luck happens. Great thing happens. I had the best opportunity of working with Perak Women for Women Society, in helping to create awareness on abuse and violence. (I’d write a separate post to honor these lovely women)

I wrote my first book Last 2019. It was well-received in Ipoh, Perak. And then, the next is history, they say. Writing and speaking gigs happened one after the other. It boosted my confidence and I made several submissions to different international poetry platforms and online magazines. Surprisingly, my first ever submission was chosen among the hundreds of poems submitted. And, before I realized, I was making submissions almost every week and got published and made few award nominations too. ( I will write another post about my submission journey)

I then made my debut in the online publishing during the pandemic. My first ebook was well-received too, and thus, it gave birth to more, better, and greater opportunities.

Currently, as I mentioned in my previous post, I am working on some amazing projects.

I am expanding my poetry and my advocacy on “abuse and violence”, via my online instructional videos and awareness campaign. 

So, to all of my WP followers and readers, you will now be able to finally see the face behind “Michnavs” and behind all of my poetry. 

Final announcements and links will follow soon.

With this, I say, over and over again “dreams do come true” – even when you least expect it. Just quiet yourself and listen to what the universe is telling you. And, wait, just wait for that “perfect timing”.

“So hush now, the universe is telling you something”. (oh, my I think I just have another poetry collection theme)

Watch out for my second book too.

Thank you all wonderful WordPress people….cheers…

Thank you to my family for all of their support and encouragement. I would have not done it without them.

@michnavspoetry

My first WP post (https://michnavs.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/fly-high-flight-5j-799/)

I am a mother of four. A former college English Professor. It’s been two long years since I quit my job to be with my four beautiful girls—— full time. This means I got to prepare breakfast for them, drive them to school, pick them up in the afternoon, and tutor them in the evening. It’s exhausting but very rewarding. (and oh, in case you wanna know I am lean and fit at sighhhhhh…36 …they say I am the eldest version of my children) And as a usual reward, my husband would fly us all to Singapore every summer… for the past years, we’ve been flying through Cebu Pacific. I discovered that it’s very affordable not only that the flight attendants are really friendly…my list could actually go a long way so I wrote them down in poetry.. in case I haven’t mentioned I’m a self-proclaimed writer (Whatever that is……)

On a chilly morning

I hear your voice ringing;

signals a new beginning

wishing for a happy ending.

On this motion-filled place

I see your image as I trace;

signifying a new world to face

hoping it to be an enchanting maze.

On this seat, I first had your touch

feeling the warmth, marvelous as such;

waits as we soar waits as I catch

flying so high the sky within my touch.

Seven years and still flying

with you it’s wonderful and enchanting;

discovering new worlds so amazing

watching the stars oh breathtaking.

“thank you for flying with us

making Cebu pacific your airline of choice”;

intercom interrupting as I chase

ending a dream with a smile on my face.

through the years we’ve been in the sky

enjoying the heavens so might;

flying like the rich and famous safely

without being costly.

P.S.

this is not a paid article… I just thought you guys wanna travel in style minus the guilt of overspending for an airline ticket.

fly high and enjoy…..see you…

When Beauty and Poetry Collide

your laughter can be contagious
your smile can be infectious
and when you speak of poetry
you light up the room
like no one else has
like nobody else has

when poetry and beauty collide
love resides, truly in your heart

P.S

my poet heart is so pleased to have met a beautiful young woman who loves poetry…

thank you @mgauxvenuscumd

Love Letter (A rewrite)

 

 

“Never did I ever receive a love letter in a scented paper in a heart-shaped
envelope from you, but ours could top the greatest love story ever

 

your handwriting may not at all be easy to read
but you write with great measures and  surprises instead
always, almost a perfect Hallmark Valentine’s card
not copy-pasted all original; sweet and endearing indeed

 

a forgotten expression,
a forgotten love?

 

you spent hours thinking,  and writing over again just to say
that your first kiss was so blissful it makes you fall  and stay
that the thought of it makes your legs felt like jelly at stray
such as love’s effect on you, so true but cliche

 

a forgotten expression,
a forgotten love?

 

oh, how time flies by so fast,  your pens and papers are no longer at stake
no drafts, no rewrites, no humiliations for heaven’s sake
for now, you can click on and just press send or take
whatever is forwarded by a friend, “just a piece of cake”

 

a forgotten expression,
a forgotten love?

 

gone are the days of scented papers and colored pens
sent through the backdoors or through one of your friends
‘Twas silly but fun; with all those letters in heart-shaped envelopes
for your beloved, from you  an expression of love from a distance

 

a forgotten expression;
but not a forgotten love

 

P. S.

A rewrite for Sadje’s Monday Photo Prompt

 

sadje

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/08/17/what-do-you-see-43-17-august-2020/

 

Thank you, dear readers, for the 5 stars😍😍😍

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https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/after-rain-skies

A few words from my readers.

Without You #writephoto#cloud

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I am a lonely

wandering cloud,

in an empty sky 

without you

 

 

for Sue’s

https://scvincent.com/2020/08/13/thursday-photo-prompt-clouded-writephoto/

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my ebook is still available, thank you all to those who pre-ordered and just purchased…my love and gratitude always and forever.

http://kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/after-rain-skies

Privilege Underdog

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you are a privilege

underdog

and yet, you have

the audacity, to

hurt me

break me

tear me apart

I wept

I cried in silence

I agonize in fear

you are a privilege

underdog

your insolence

destroyed me

robbed me of

the beauty

and elegance

I have

you took away

the best

of me

my eyes

are scald

for all of the tears

I cried

tears prick

tears flood

 

 

 

Linking to :

Kate’s speak to me: https://aroused.blog/2020/06/09/mother-nature/

Eugenia’s underdog: https://amanpan.com/2020/06/08/eugis-weekly-prompt-underdog-june-8-2020/

VJ’s privilege https://onewomansquest.org/2020/06/08/vjs-weekly-challenge-99-privilege/