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.

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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…

Stone Cold (poem)

Stone cold, that has become
Of a child abandoned at home.

Stone cold, a mother had been
Lonely, tired and forgotten.

Stone cold, a father for sure
All tide up at work, joy so unsure.

Stone cold, a family will be
If, and only they allow it to be.

 

 

In response to:

Weekly challenge

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Welcome to “What do you See?”

Reply with a poem, haiku, tanka or short story
which represents what you (see) feel (within you) about this photo.

Write your post on your “own blog” linking back to this post with a Pingback. Or you can copy the URL of your post in the comment section.

I look forward to your creative inspiration.  Have a good week.

Hélène

This week’s challenge photo:

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Kaliedoscope

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(Photo credit: mine)

 
Each twist in the universe
is a new experience,
a change in the
settings of our lives
adapt and live
with the change.
Adjust our vision
to the new pattern of life
set before us.

For we are, a kaliedoscope world.

Stuck (Etheree)

Stuck
In the
Middle of
Life’s crossroad paths
What we missed; must go
Least we live in the past
And can’t let go; the present
Is a must to live and enjoy
For nobody gets closer, as future
Remains a vision, when we are just stuck.

In response to:

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2018

Welcome to “What do you See?”http://helenevaillant.com/2018/10/02/what-do-you-see-october-2nd-2018/

Reply with your choice of poetry or short story,
whatever represents what you (see) (feel) (within you) about this week’s photo.

a) Write your post on your “own blog”, linking it to this post:
1) by creating a Pingback, or
2) add the URL to your blog’s post in the comment section of this post.

This week’s challenge photo:

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My (unusual) Poem

           My (unusual) Poem

My poems are not poetical
So they cannot be magical.

I write them in the afternoon
Unpoetic time no stars no moon.

I seldom use figures of speech
My words within a grade five’s   reach.

My inspiration, not love
But a flying dove.

My poems are not poetical
They’re down to earth like ***pandesal.
***Pandesal or pan de sal (Spanish for “salt bread”) is a common bread roll in the Philippines madeof flour, eggs, yeast,
sugar, and salt.

In response to Friday Foto Fun – Unusual

Unusual – this ornate Hindu temple is in the Blue Mountains outside Sydney
surrounded by Australian bush!

Please share something you’ve seen in an unusual setting, maybe a bit out of context?

or

creatively write about an unusual situation?

 

Come on the more the merrier, please share and read each others photo posts!

Please complete before next Friday using a pingback to link your post.