In Heaven

In Heaven

i never got the chance
to see you smile
but i got you a name
i never got to know
how you would become
but i know you’d be great
i never got to hear you speak
but i know you’d be perfect
in everything you’d wanna be.

i never got to embrace you hello
for i had to let you go
before you even know
the world outside
is waiting for you
but He has other plans
so i just hope one day
i get to see you smile
i get to call you
by the name i chose
i get to hear you speak
and give you
the most endearing
embrace.

one day soon
in heaven we will be.

if you are a regular to my blog you would know that apart from abuse and violence i am also creating awareness on mothers/women experiencing loss of a child during pregnancy or in most common term;  miscarriage. i’ve written poems about miscarriage and how women should have the much needed support during this time. we all know that miscarriage is something we don’t usually talk about and at the same time we also know that these mothers/women are hurting and grieving inside.

recently, i came across articles and stories of women experiencing ectopic pregnancies.

according to  https://www.mayoclinic.org  an ectopic pregnancy occurs when a fertilized egg implants and grows outside the main cavity of the uterus. an ectopic pregnancy most often occurs in a fallopian tube, which carries eggs from the ovaries to the uterus. this type of ectopic pregnancy is called a tubal pregnancy.

sadly though a baby almost never survives an ectopic pregnancy. there have been extremely rare and unusual cases in which a baby has survived, but the odds are 1 to 3 million. these few cases typically happen outside the fallopian tubes in the abdominal cavity where blood supply is rich(https://lifelinepregnancyhelp.org ). these cases unknown to us many is also very heartbreaking for mothers, knowing that there is a growing child is something to celebrate and yet, at some point you have to decide whether or not to take the risk and go on with the pregnancy and let nature takes its course or do what’s suppose to be medically appropriate for both the mother and the child.

the dilemma now for the mother is : will she wait until it dissolves naturally? what if it doesn’t will she take on the suggestion of the medical experts to take on what is medically appropriate yet heartbreaking?

For Sadje’s WDYS

Slumber

Slumber

wake me up when you’re back
tuck me slowly carefully as i pack
memories over rainbow colored sack
when the world was kind no crack.

wake me up when you’re certain
gather bits and pieces of rain
my heart is flooded let it drain
blood oozing in agony in pain.

wake me up
wake my heart up
wake my mind up
wake my body up.

from this deep dark slumber
wake me up.

for Sadje’s WDYS

A Love Story

A Love Story

i smile, remembering you over midnight sweet peanut butter sandwich snacks
i smile ‘cos it tastes just like your kiss the first time over in your place
you wrapped your arms around me, the world stopped in an instance
i was completely in a state of deep trance.

i smile, remembering you over morning coffee caffeine kick
i smile ‘cos it is just like you, bitter at first as it slips through my lipstick
you made me wander through life with your sweet, bitter swag flick
i was utterly, completely stunned by your effortless slick.

i smile, remembering you over late afternoon writing spree
i smile ‘cos i sure could write the most romantic imagery one could read to see
you will have a movie-worthy character development with glee
i am writing you a story for free.

you see i’m trying to write here a verse or two ’bout the day i met you
for i swear i’ll never be able to forgive myself if i don’t let you have a clue
of how my life changed the first time i laid my eyes on you
i was naive at seventeen but fell hopelessly in love with you.

fast forward to today, i’m still truly in love with you
gosh, how long has it been? a decade or two?
it doesn’t matter ‘cos i love you so.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

We have a video prompt this week:

Monster – An Ovi Poem

Monster – An Ovi Poem

you grabbed my arms when i said “no”

pushed me down hard i can’t let go

you’re a monster ready to blow

spitfire upon my soul.

rape, that’s how you call it, damn you!

don’t tell me you don’t have a clue

you tattoed my heart in deep blue

how could you have done that?

tell me, are you still that monster?

who put me through hell and in fear?

so don’t ask me as if you care

‘cos you never really.

What is rape?

If a man forces you to have penetrative sex or has sex with you without your consent or agreement, that’s rape. I don’t want to be so graphic about this, but it is basically brutal and graphic on its own terms alone. Rape could also happen not solely to a girl or a woman but to a man or, worst, a young boy.

Whatever the circumstances, nobody has the right to force you to have sex or have sex with you without your consent. If this happens to you, it’s important to remember it’s not your fault.

What is sexual assault?

If someone intentionally grabs or touches you in a sexual way that you don’t like, or you’re forced to kiss someone or do something else sexual against your will, that’s sexual assault.

What is consent?

Consent can never be assumed, even in a relationship or marriage. It doesn’t matter what you wore at the time or how you behaved — sex without your consent is rape.

You may not be able to consent if you were under the influence of alcohol or drugs, didn’t understand what was happening, or were asleep. It cannot be assumed if you can’t give your consent.

You’re allowed to change your mind — if, at first, you wanted to have sex but then decided against it, that’s ok, and no one has the right to force you to continue. If they don’t stop, they are committing sexual assault or rape.

for Val’s August Scavenger Hunt

Ovi is commonly known as 12th-century folk-songs of the Maranthi Region of India which expressed love, social irony and heroic events.

Tukaram, a 17th Century Maranthi Poet wrote:

Because I could not lie

I named my dog “God”.

Startled at first,

Soon he was smiling

Then dancing!

Now he won’t even bite.

Do you suppose this might work

On people, too?

The elements of the Ovi are:

  1. stanzaic, written in any number of 4 line stanzas.
  2. syllabic, 8-8-8-(less than 8 ) syllables
  3. rhymed, with L1, L2, L3 mono-rhymed L4 unrhymed. aaax, x being unrhymed

It Ain’t Winning If Without You (best-seller in Japan)

happy and blessed September 1st my dear friends and poets. i’m kicking off the month on a very jubilant mood.

i am beyond thrilled seeing my book “It Ain’t Winning If Without You” once again making on the best-seller’s list, this time on Amazon Japan. and to make it even more exciting it is along side the updated editions of  John Milton’s “Paradise Lost” and Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet.”

for a book to be a best-seller is a blessing and a gift; and to see it along the league of the great poets is beyond what my mind and my heart could ever dream of.

i am off to do my happy dance now. 🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️🧚‍♂️

Japan, thank you so much. 🙏🙏🙏

👉 Here’s how to purchase my 7th and #1amazonbestseller book “It Ain’t Winning If Without you.”

👉Amazon.com (readers and followers in America and other parts of the world where Amazon is not available, such as Philippines)

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👉Amazon.com.au (readers and followers in Australia)

👉Amazon.in (readers and followers in India and nearby territories)

👉Amazon.co.jp (readers and followers in Japan and nearby territories)

👉Amazon.ae (readers and followers in UAE and Middle East)

👉if you have any questions don’t hesitate to drop us a message.

🙏thank you all for making “It Ain’t Winning If Without You” a certified best-seller worldwide.

5 Days

💕 i thought i lost you…

“what is the face of your love?
 what is the memory of your kiss?
 what is the shadow of your touch?
 what is the sound of your embrace?”

💕💕💥💥🥳🥳”It Ain’t Winning If Without You” is now available for pre -order..

💥click this link https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B97LPC38?ref_=pe_3052080_276849420

💕Show some love and send/tag me if you have made the pre-order.

💕to all who sent a screenshot of their pre order confirmation “thank you so much” 💕🙏 i have shared some of it in my story, while others opted not to.

📸@valooey

🙎👧@mister_kulas @jallinep_1628

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Mendiola

Mendiola

 i’ve fallen in love with how chaotic Manila,

 the city where for most Filipinos, dreams do come true.

 the busy streets with their inexplicable traffic are a lovely photograph in my eyes.

 there is the daily grind and mayhem in Recto, the iconic lane where students converged, creating what we call human traffic, ’twas for me poetry in motion.

 the collective honking sound of the cars, a soothing lullaby to my ears.

 the unique vibrant colors worn by young men and women, a representation of which University they belong to.

 somewhere along the iconic Mendiola bridge, where the famous 1987 Mendiola massacre happened, is a University.

 a University where brilliant doctors, nurses, and public figures were born, even Amazon’s best-selling poet graduated.

 oh, i could spend all day long remembering and reminiscing how it all started, a love story no one ever expected.

 right at the heart of Manila in the busy street of Recto along the corner of the iconic Mendiola bridge.

 a chaotic city, a busy street, an iconic bridge, a famous university, a love story.

 why is it my love, that when i look at you

 all i wanna do is melt in your arms and fall in love all over again?

Note:

 Mendiola is one of the most iconic streets in the busy City of Manila, Philippines.

for Davids Weekly challenge:

What If We Didn’t Lose Them? (A flash fiction)

What If We Didn’t Lose Them? (A flash fiction)

“If we didn’t lose them, would you fight for our love?

I don’t know if we would have had a boy or a girl, but  I hope they were boys ‘cos it would really be great to have cute little guys running around the house. They’d probably be each other’s best friends, fighting and defending each other,
poking jokes, and making fun of each other.

I wonder how they would be when they grow up together. Will they be rowdy, noisy, and disorderly? I wonder how we will be as parents to our little boys? I probably would be the spoiler and give it all, mom, and you would take on the role of a disciplinarian dad.

Maybe, we will be the best our boys could ever have. I am sure we will be.

Sadly, we’ll never know, for we lost them before we even knew.

Do you think we’d lose each other if we didn’t lose them? If we didn’t lose them, do you think we’d survive all the trials we would encounter? Do you think we’ll still be together if we didn’t lose them?

Now, I pause and wonder. Are they happy in heaven knowing we’ve parted ways?

If we didn’t lose them, would you fight for our love?

Two Poems: One Star & One World

One Star

i beg you, my love, to
look at the sky tonight
sure we see the same light
that one lonely star from afar.

how astounding it is
as it shines brightly despite
the struggle to fight
the blinding lights around.

that, my dear, is how i love you
from where i am for no amount
of oceans and seas apart could make
me love you less than you deserve.

how did this happen i continue to ask
i struggle to understand the ocean
of doubts in our hearts, but i sure
miss you like hell, truly yours, my dear.

One World

it’s perfectly alright
to see the world
as an astounding
place to live despite
the chaos and the discord
the war and the conflict
the global warming and hunger
for when all these are over
we have but one world to live
the earth where God made for us
to tend and to manage.

Tough

Tough

tough should be
my last name
for i was born to be one
i was born under one
tough situation.

tough is what
i have become
over the years
over time.

tougher i believe
i am as i age
as i continue
to navigate life
to win extraordinary
battles and wars.

until you
came along
that i discovered
the toughest
version of me
after you repeatedly
broke me in pieces.

i am at my toughest
now, as i gather myself
together again and
i can’t thank you enough
for making me
the toughest
that i am today.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge:

We have a situation prompt this week

You wake up to discover a completely different, unknown face staring back at you from the mirror.