Janmat Today, India

poetrybymich ❤🙏thank you so much “Janmat Today” for the feature.

👉thank you India for all the love and support 🙏🙏🙏

👉thank you @penzone.publishers and @adityawhat for making this happen.

👉 to all my beloved readers and followers in India, grab a copy now, it’s distributed in all states of India.

here is an excerpt of the feature story:

“For a poet to transpose the general feeling of love into snippets of words that elicited unexplainable emotions, I realized this writer must be good. “After Rain Skies” and “I Would Fly to Where You Are” (her past works in poetry books) generally brought my experience with Michelle Navajas’ work to a higher level. I can boldly say that I am a fan,” says Jose Mari Abacan, First Vice-President, Program Management Department, GMA Network, Inc., in his foreword. The Book will also include forewords from Reena Saxena, a Lifestyle Coach, Author of the book “When Time Stopped,” Sadje of the popular WordPress Blog @Keepitalive,  Ivor Steven, Author of the Poetry Book: Tullawalla, A Meeting Place, and Jan Dolly Grace Llavor Deita, LPT, Ph.D. Dean, College of Arts, Sciences and Education Colegio San Agustin – Bacolod.

“It Ain’t Winning If Without You” features brilliant and budding poets that Michelle personally hand-picked to be part of her Book. They generously shared their beautiful pieces: Sadje, Ivor Stevens, Reena Saxena, Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneaux, Maritess Javelona, Hermy Tuerco, Crisandro Sapi – an, Johnn Nelbert Dela Cruz, Rona Calvo, Mary Beatrice Obardo, Maria Friscia L. Magbanua, Gerlyn Sumeque Duncan, and Kritika Maheshwari

Ode to Love

Ode to Love

and though poets and writers alike
praise you like a golden strobbed light
magnificently beautiful, uncanny for most
i despise you now for you made me lost.

there was a time when you were roses and butterflies
when you turned the meadows into a magical realm in disguise
i trust you no more for all the giddy magical feelings you bestow
i like you no more for making my head spin for now.

and though artists and musicians alike
anchored their pieces upon you; from sweet naive
lyrics to passionate love songs; you are a blessing
but a terrible heartache at the same time
trust me, for no one is more inspired than
a wounded or love – drunk artist
but i’m just over you for now.

there was a time when you were rainbows and bursts of morning sunshine
when you turned a terrifying thunderstorm into a calm soothing melodious raindrop
i trust you no more for all the “weak of the knees” kind of feeling
i like you no more for making me cry all night long.

P.S

I know that an Ode is traditionally a form of lyric poetry that is written in celebration, dedication, appreciation, or reflection of something;  almost always written about a significant event, or someone or something that the poet admires. 

you might notice mine is here not a celebration of love on its glorious ways and forms; but its okay to be a rebel poet sometimes 🤭

For Eugi’s prompt : thunderstorm

For David’s prompt : Ode

Grief

Grief

grief is like driving
over the speed limit
in total darkness
and people around
are yelling at you
for goin’ the wrong
direction,  you went
there anyway
‘cos you wanna
be over driving
not seeing the light
then boom!
you hit the wrong spot
before you knew it
people who loves you
are now the ones grieving.

you’re off to some place
where grief is no longer
present.

P.S.

this photo felt like grief for me. it gave me a strong overwhelming emotion of sadness.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Fly and Smile

Fly and Smile

i pretended i could fly
but i was actually falling from the sky
where limits are beyond my imagination
even beyond my comprehension.

years after, i still fall
for all of the truths i was told
were lies camouflaging as reality bites
tell me i was wrong for believing
it after all.

i pretended i could smile
but i was actually frowning in disguise
for years and years i’ve dealt
with life’s theatrics
and dramatic stint.

years after, i still smile
for all the events i should have cried
maybe then it’s time to let go
of flying and smiling
‘cos all i wanna do is fall harder
and cry louder.

harder.

louder.

Old Oak Tree

Old Oak Tree

dig a grave of me
upon the shallow old oak tree
no, not in the fancy cemetery where
people are laid to rest
for when i die i will not be at rest
i don’t belong there.

my soul belongs to the vastness of the universe
where i will wander and wander more
maybe in the wilderness i will see the beauty of life
i was deprived of when i was alive.

my spirit belongs to the deep blue ocean
where i could freely swim down
at the bottom of the sea and there maybe there
i would find peace i so long to have for free.

i belong to the skies
i belong to the seas
i belong to the mountains
the hills and the valleys.

dig a grave of me
upon the shallow old oak tree
and let me die freely in peace
let me roam around graciously in space
unleash me of my misery.

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: my word is “misery.”

Eyes

Eyes

“there’s just so much life in your eyes,” you said.

“oh, well darling, that is because i’ve witnessed my own death, and up to this moment i’m still fighting for my dear life,” i replied.

“i’m hoping my eyes could save me.”

“ah! no, i’m hoping you’d see it, and you’ll save me from my untimely death.”

Death – A Dizain

Death – A Dizain

tasted death like a sweet buttery milk
fought for dear life like a honey dew drip
caressed smoothly like a thin fabric silk
touched carefully in a slow motion dip
oh, Mr. death why have been knocking
my front door all in smiles without notice
i beg you to run without much longing
‘cos i’m not ready, no kidding, no dice.

For David’s Weekly Prompt (beating the deadline)

Val’s prompt guidelines

• Write Dizain poemfrom the perspective of somebody who has synesthesia.

Dizain?

• Two accepted forms:

• Eight lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/c/d/c/d, or:

• Ten Lines: Rhyming a/b/a/b/b/c/c/d/c/d

• Syllabic: 8 or 10 syllables in each line (each line being of the same length).

Synesthesia?

Synesthesia is when the stimulation of one sense leads to involuntary experiences in a second sense. This is often manifested as letters or words having color, colors having flavors, smells having a sound or sounds having a taste, etc.

Woman, Always Enough

Woman, Always Enough

and when the night unfolds
i ask the universe as i was told
never good never enough
for what makes a woman good
for what makes her enough?
how much of too much is too little
what makes more a little less?
for time and time again
she’s always told
you’re never enough
no matter what
for whatever it takes
may we all remember
we are all passersby
wanting to leave a mark
in the doorway of humanity’s
historical evolution
whether man or woman
it doesn’t matter
as we are all good enough
more than enough
capable of being
enough.

We have a phrase this week to serve as writing prompt.

…passing through a doorway in history

Pocket Full of Dreams

Pocket Full of Dreams

in a pocket full of dreams
there live a memory of you
where angels sing in joyful hymns
unending loving melodies so true.

there live a memory of you
to be chanted come what may
unending loving melodies so true
forever truly yours i will stay.

to be chanted come what may
tender songs of undying love
forever truly yours i will stay
even when times will be tough.

tender songs of undying love
where angels sing in joyful hymns
even when times will be tough
in a pocket full of dreams.

Aditi’s prompt guidelines

• Write Pantoum poem;

• The theme should be:Anything dreamy, something non-existent in the real world, or just about your real-life dreams.

Pantoum?

The pantoum consists of a series of quatrains rhyming ABAB in which the 2nd and 4th lines of a quatrain recur as the 1st and 3rd lines in the succeeding quatrain; each quatrain introduces a new 2nd rhyme as BCBC, CDCD.

The first line of the series recurs as the last line of the closing quatrain, and third line of the poem recurs as the 2nd line of the closing quatrain, rhyming ZAZA.

Angel

Angel

somewhere
in the nearby horizon
are luminous white
cotton candy clouds
splendidly bedazzled
by shimmering rays of sunlight
where angels sing in unison
hyms of unending melodies
in honor of a glorious memory
of a lovely soul who has gone by
taken away so suddenly
but will always be remembered
a little heavenly body
among the angels in heaven
you are now, my sweet darling.