Motherhood

“Each second makes its mark on every single person’s life- comes and then goes, quietly disappearing without fanfare, evaporating into air like steam from a piping hot christmas pudding. Enough time leaves us warm; when our time is gone, it leaves us cold. It is time of which we do not have enough; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.” (The Gift, Cecilian Ahern)

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Defending the poor and unfortunate

caring with a heart so compassionate

ah! a lawyer that’s what i will be

back then as a little girl with glee.

 

Broadcasting news on TV

doing it with mind so steady

Ah! a television anchor i see

back in high school so carefree.

 

 

Pouring thoughts on paper

scribbling late at night so dear

ah! a journalist i will

back in college with free will.

 

 

Never become a lawyer really

it wasn’t my dream actually

’twas a childish thing to wish

no dirt to dish.

Broadcasting wasn’t even for me

‘though i had the chance to be

you see a surgery on the neck

making it hard to speak.

 

 

Writer i may have always been

creating stories every now and then

putting actions into words

screaming as i scribble with thoughts.

 

 

You see there’s something i miss

never imagined i enjoyed it with bliss

caring for little souls as they grow

motherhood is what makes me glow.

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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.

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These are just 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 daugthers..not to mention they are pretty too…ahhh 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/

Helen of Troy

If silence has 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 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 Challene, hop in to join he 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.

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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.”

 

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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

 

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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.

Paulo Coelho -free verse

Paulo Coelho is one of my favorite contemporary authors. His works have influenced me in so many ways and his stories have inspired me as well. I am reposting one of my earliest published poem here in WordPress which i am sure many of my current readers have not read yet.

This is in response to V.J.’s weekly challenge to create a post about a story which has inspired you.

To join the fun hop in to her site at onewomansquest.org
Santiago was a young boy

in 1988 you created him in Alchemist.

i was in my ponytails and pigtails,

in 1988 a little girl so clueless.

twenty years after,

i met Santiago by dinner

he said when you want something

all the universe conspires in helping

Along came Brida

in 1990 you made

a beautiful gypsy girl

whose quest for knowledge is amazing.

i was a growing to be like her

in 1990 a high school teenage girl

she said seek for the truth

never be scared for what have been sought

You ventured to the Mojave desert

in 1992 to find the Valkyries who assert

that finding your guardian angel

you need them badly for help

1992  was the year to say

you realized trudging the desert is a dismay

I was walking through another space

like you in the dessert i race

By the river Piedra you placed

two lovers in such a maze

In 1994 you proved that love

is indeed like a flying dove

cage it and it will scream to death

but let it go and it will fly back with great faith

I was searching for the same passion

yet i let go and move on with fashion

Elijah an obedient angel in 1997

you created with pride and great sense

You proved once more that obedience

is such a value forgotten with negligence

I entered college as freshman

in an academe where there was no man

to focus on my dreams

and be like Elijah on the Fifth Mountain

In 1997 Veronica decides to die

a perfect lady who commits suicide

Confided in an asylum for a while

she sees the whole world in a different style

I was a young mother then, I tangled

caring and nurturing as I struggled

I see the world different as it used to be

with a baby at hand i disregard being me

In 2000 the Devil meets Ms. Prym

taking responsibilities and actions in rhyme

She said our conduct is a matter of control and choice

indeed as I battle with my own evil’s choice

I made things right by then

fulfilling my dreams is what i mean

Truly we battle everyday in life

between good and evil we continue to strife

Maria in 2003 was born

in Eleven Minutes you’ve shown

true love is  being with someone

without possessing no one

I was already focused and stable

with my family complete on the table

It might take eleven minutes to stop

and proclaim your live on top

The Witch of Portobello in 2006 came to being

searching for one true self in the beginning

She said opening up to the energies of the world

is one thing we should withstand and behold

I have matured and become successful

but continues to reach out to fulfill

a life of stability and contentment

lies in opening oneself and atonement

Indeed the Winner Stands Alone

in 2008 you created in tone

With the rise of the super class

born Ewa, Igor, and Hamid who falls

I was torn between work and family

choosing the latter made life lovely

As  Igor, Ewa and Hamid fell defeated

I stood triumphantly even when I’m seated

2010 came, Aleph you discovered

a point where the whole universe is contained

Hilal you met and converse

in Aleph your only universe

I have found my Aleph too

in the arms of the one who truly knew

in sickness and in health indeed

true love once the world forbid

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P.S.

This is more or less a summary of all the novels and characters written and created by Paulo Coelho.

Lost Souls-poem

Underneath the sea
are souls lost
tormented
and broken

Gone are the days
when they can come home
and feel the love
of a once golden promise

Now all they can do
is lament
wail
and yearn
as one long lost
and forgotten soul.
P.S

There has been some outraged in my home country about our young mariners who have sailed across the ocean and was never seen coming home. There are a lot of tell tales about this, but whatever the story behind, one thing is for sure; someone is weeping over a lost love one, a lost brother, a lost father, a lost friend and a lost hardworking citizen.

This poem is for all of them out there. .May they find peace knowing that they are loved and will never be forgotten.

Written too in response for Helene of Willow Poetry ; https://helenevaillant.com/2019/02/19/what-do-you-seefeb-19-2019/

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Another Year -poem

Its the January breeze
that reminds me
of a lost love
a lost affection
and a forgotten promise
of forever and always.

Its another year
Without you
Dad..

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P.S.

Happy new year everyone…