Home Soon

it was though just yesterday when I used to hold your tiny hands as we walked  down the stairs oh, how you confidently let go, while others cried in despair for not wanting to as days became weeks and weeks became months I barely noticed how years flew by ‘cos every moment with you is

Vista of Hope #vista#writephoto

For Sue’s photo prompt https://scvincent.com/2020/07/09/thursday-photo-prompt-vista-writephoto/     a vista of hope is opening ahead, to liberate us and shed a light upon this dark desolate state where green, verdant hills and valley of luscious, beauteous garden is waiting… for you and I then we can once more love like we used to where we can

Our Song

  it’s 3 am and they’re playing our song our song that has been the anthem of my soul the melody that lulls me to sleep and tuck me goodnight yet, here i am wide awake, not a sleep wink I toss and turn, ’till the break of dawn night passes by watching, observing passerines 

Tell Me #whatdoyousee

tell me the good in the morning when there ain’t around you smilin’ with a cup of crisp, nutty fresh americano, perfectly paired with sweet, bitter chocolate cookie, and the crunchiness of crispy, chewy almond nut tell me the good in the evening when there ain’t around you to kiss me goodnight ’til I fall

It’s A Thin Line, My Dear #dream#writephoto#mighty

how mighty it is my dear that I dream of you in my deepest sleep at night as my knight in shining armor and yet in my waking time you are but a wretch rascal how mighty it is, even more, my dear that you are my rainbow after my rain yet in my darkest

Life’s Lesson #discernment#FridayFun#thankfulness

  Life is not a game of chance, nor a lot of great circumstances. Life is not even a bed of roses, nor a bag of chocolates. Life is indeed a matter of good choices and how to make the best ones.       My choices in life may have not been really the

Again (published in WOMAWORDS JUNE EDITION)

I am thrilled to announce that my poem “Again” is published on three platforms, on MEDIUM -an  International Writers and Readers Space, AFRICA WRITERS CARAVAN, and at WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. kindly go check the following links –https://womawordsliterarypress.home.blog/2020/06/29/imagining-life-after-the-ravaging-virulent-covid-19-pandemic-a-special-journal/ –https://personalitiesofinspiration.wordpress.com/2020/06/29/imagining-life-after-covid-19-a-womawords-june-edition/ –https://medium.com/@miombopublishing/imagining-life-after-covid-19-a-global-poetry-response-fcaa04828d07     P. S. Thank you to Irma of https://iidorun.wordpress.com

My Dear Summer, Rain and Goodbye #whatdoyousee

Oh, my dear summer and rain and goodbye why did you conspire to break my heart altogether at once why do I have to remember you both, as the happiest and the saddest memory like a photograph capturing every smile not knowing the loneliness behind the gloomy feeling after each radiant and charming smile my

My Silver and Gold #silver#writephoto

    silver and gold glittering colors of precious gems mostly loved by  women of grace and power but what are your silver and gold in life and in all that you have? my silver and gold are the stories I tell the poetry I write inspired by nature’s everlasting beauty and kindness to humanity

Barong Tagalog (a repost)

I heard the news of you leaving as someone from the other line was sobbing, crying, weeping. “He’s gone”, was all I can hear. I wept, I cried ’till I can’t cry anymore. It was a warm summer morning. You left without saying goodbye. Without notice. It broke my heart in pieces, I could die.