Category Archives: poetry

Living My Best @46

They say age is just a number. I probably am the living testament to that. At 46, it seemed that my life has just begun. At the age when most people would think of retirement and going somewhere secluded to spend the rest of their remaining days, I haven’t thought myself of that yet. For why would I? In 2 years I published 6 books and 3 out of these books are AMAZON BEST – SELLERS and 1 was AMAZON and KOBO’s NUMBER 1 NRW RELEASE in less than 24 hours of its release. No reason for retirement or slowing down yet. Not at all…. and yes, you probably heard the buzz by now, my 7th book will be out very SOON.

They say you get lucky when it’s your birthday. I again probably am the living testament to that. June has been very very good to me. I am blessed with so many good things these past days:

I was featured in 3 (three magazines – Entrepreneur Stories, TheUpdateIndia, and the Daily Beat) in recognition of my works and my upcoming book.

I had 2 poems published in Spillwords NYC

I had a poem published in MastecadoresUsa

Another poem is coming out in Mastecadores India

Hardcover copies of 4 out of my 6 books are now available due to public demand.

I am part of an award-winning ensemble of authors and poets around the world through an Anthology titled, WOUNDS I HEALED: THE POETRY OF STRONG WOMEN currently still NUMBER 1 on AMAZON

And I have my 7th book coming out very soon

So allow me to THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT:

Penzone publishers
SpillwordsNYC
MastecadoresUSA and INDIA
MY IG family
MY WORDPRESS family
MY PH creative team

and to my loving friends and family, and to GOD ALMIGHTY. 

Groovy Kind of Love

Groovy Kind of Love

’twas a groovy kind of love
what you had with your first love
i would never forget when you said
under the moonlight starry night
he declared his love, so raw
so pure so true so real
what happened after was surreal
you were left struggling in the dark
unsure of what the future would be
what used to be a love so true
was broken, was destroyed
so easily, so hastily
that groovy kind of love
turned out to be a modern twist
of the classic “Romeo and Juliet” tale.

https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/22/w3-prompt-8-weave-written-weekly/

Burnt

Burnt

your eyes
are like the sun burning fiercely
ablaze with excitement
whenever you see me smile
whenever you are beside me
and just like what they all say
your love is burning
and i am so burnt up
over you.

so let go of everything
abandon yourself to my love
love me
enjoy me
follow me
lean on me.

together
we will watch as
the skies set on fire.

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Ablaze – June 21, 2022

Thank You, India!

poetrybymich ❤😊 i am featured in TheUpdateIndia

Here is an excerpt of the feature article

“Michelle considers India as her second literary home, and has a deep connect with her Indian audience. A huge number of her followers on social media are Indians, and you can see many Indian Bookstagram accounts have interacted with her content on their pages and posted positive reviews of her books as well”

To read full article kindly scan the code or go to this link

👉https://theupdateindia.com/philippines-born-author-michelle-ayon-navajas-establishes-her-name-in-the-indian-market/

Little Prince

Little Prince

i’ve always wanted a little prince who’d run around the house in glee
i’ve always wanted a boyish laugh that’d remind me how it is to have someone tough and strong defend you, willing to break their bone.

but i wonder what about the boys in a war-torn country
where they were forced to take arms and fight for freedom and equality
where they were forced to learn to pull the trigger instead of holding on to their mother’s loving arms?

then i wonder, how about the boys in the slums and streets
these boys lost in the loneliness and sadness of life’s harshest challenges
these boys lost in the shadows of what could have been’s and what if’s?

how about these boys with raw emotions and feelings and thoughts
how about these boys with dreams of becoming fine gentlemen someday
these boys with hopes of a better life, what about them?

then i pray for the little prince i could have had but went on to be somewhere else
lost in the battered pinnacle of their horrific dreams
endangered, nothing to hope for, nothing to dream.

i pray there won’t be any boys left in great danger.

for Sadje’s WDYS

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/06/20/what-do-you-see-139-20-june-2022/

Unannounced on SpillwordsNYC

my “Father’s Day” poem “Unannounced is up now in SpillwordsNYC.

👉Read the full poem in their site by clicking this      link or the link in my bio.
     https://spillwords.com/unannounced/

👉 and when you are there please don’t forget to leave a heart ❤ for me.

Here is an excerpt of the poem:

how do i mend my broken heart?
my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope?
every time i look at myself in the mirror
i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.

that broken piece of me you took away
i don’t blame you for that though
but i must say i hated you for leaving me
just like that.

unannounced.

Thank you Dagnara, Editor for publishing my poem

Tenacity

Tenacity

we could be anything we want to be with the power of our minds we will see

how our dreams and our goals become a reality
‘though the road may not always be easy as one two three

i had my fair share of failures along the way
it was difficult it tested my resilience and tenacity

i relied on my courage and continued even in the absence of my strength

i fought back fearlessly over and over again for what i truly want

i am where i am now because i refused to stay where i was before

i am where i am now because i dared to move ahead even when the road was chaotic

i am where i am now because i stopped looking back and looked forward all the time

for nothing in this world can take the place of a powerful mind a tenacious spirit and a grateful heart

we could be anything we want to be that’s how powerful our minds could be.

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/06/16/reenas-xploration-challenge-235/

Family: To Be or Not To Be

Family: To Be or Not To Be

i am part of the DNA that binds a family together
but a huge part of me is not connected though
a father i have not really from the same blood
but had me as his own ’till his dying dawn
a mother i have not the one who carried me into her womb
but loved me as her own even in days i am doomed
siblings i have, no binding DNA’s attached
but adored me as nobody else’ did
as you can see we can be family
minus the scientific description
of what a family should be.

A family isn’t limited to parents and their biological children. The word “family” is a big word. It covers many other types of loving Families who are closely bound by their love and concern for one another.

Some families have one parent—either a mom or a dad. Some have both a mom and a dad. Others have two moms or two dads.

Some kids live in families with foster parents. They care for children when their biological parents cannot. Other parents choose to adopt children to love and care for.

Lots of people consider good friends to be part of their family.
Family members are often close. They feel they can depend on one another for caring guidance and support.

For David’s Weekly Prompt
https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/15/w3-prompt-7-weave-written-weekly/

Love Liberates (after Maya Angelou)

Love Liberates (after Maya Angelou)

if you need permission to go i set you free
i’m sorry it took me years to do it with glee
i’m sorry i didn’t dare to do it sooner
i’m sorry for losing you i couldn’t bear.

i am grateful for your love all through these years
i am grateful for the many chances and many tears
i am grateful for all the times you let me be
i am grateful for the moments you stayed with me.

i love you even if you are near or far
i love you even if you live elsewhere
i love you even if i don’t see you around
i love you even if i don’t hear your sound

i would love to have your arms around me
i would love to have your smile to see
i would love to have your hug to hold
i would love to have your hand to hold

but that is not possible for now
so if you need permission to go
i set you free, i let you go
you deserve it from me

some people need permission to go
and i did not give that to you
it took me decades to let you go
and now, it’s time for you to go

love liberates
and i liberate you
from my love.

P. S.

Maya Angelou has always been my favorite American poet and civil rights activist. Maya Angelou speaks about the power of love to liberate the human spirit. She speaks of how her mother’s love liberated her to become her fullest self and how Maya’s love liberated her mother at the end of her mother’s life.

And when i saw Sadje’s photo prompt today, i was reminded of my Papa. the boat is and has always been symbolic of the fact that i have had separation “problems” with my father ever since i was a kid. i hate to see him leave for long days of work. why the boat? because i grew up spending my summer vacations in Boracay with the rest of my siblings and my father. and the boat is the only means of transportation to go and leave the island. and at the end of our summer vacation, i could not even bear the idea of looking at the boat because it will signify us leaving the island.

when my father died years ago, i was devastated (i was already an adult when he died) for one, i didn’t get to see him before he died. and years after i still feel like a am still holding on to him. there are days when i had to blame him for not waiting for me. there are days when i wanted him so bad because i am in such a big mess.

and though, i grew up so sheltered my papa never doubted, that i could one day become a strong and independent woman. he never doubted my skills, my talents, and my dreams. his love made me the woman that i am now. his love liberated me from the traditional “papa’s girl” notion; that when you are one, you won’t be able to do things on your own.

it has been over a decade now since he passed away, and as father’s day is now approaching it is just fitting to honor him and his love and to finally let him go. liberate him; from me questioning why he didn’t give me the chance to at least say my final goodbye to him.

Happy Father’s Day Papa, i promise from now on i will be writing poems about you only to celebrate your love for me.

for Sadje’s WDYS
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/06/13/what-do-you-see-138/