FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL

FIVE HAIKU POEMS: BRUISED, YET HOPEFUL

This poem was a collaboration with Rose of Poet Rummager published in May 4, 2017.
I am posting it again because this is one of many haikus i have written and a personal favorite; while at the same time one of the collaborations which really boasted my site.

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Within this brick wall,
lies my heart where no light shines.
Rejected, it sleeps.

Hidden in the dark –
dreaming so damn hard and tight.
You’re not mine, it weeps.

In this tiny room,
my heart beats against the stone –
bruised yet still hopeful.

Bleeding and in pain,
it yearns to be free again.
Walls start to crumble.

Deep scars you might keep.
Love may fade, but you decide –
Are you strong or weak?

 

Haiku poetry by Michnavs and Poet Rummager

Illustration by Poet Rummager

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35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating.

My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back then i will write him a letter and he will send it back to me with corresponding corrections.

He gave me the best gift – the gift of words. We would play scrabble together. I never won; not that he was very competetive but simply because he wanted me to learn play up with words and hopefully win (it never happened; he was a walking dictionary). We would buy newspapers everyday only to keep up with the daily crossword puzzle challenge.

He once told me i have the gift of imagination. And he said ” write where your imagination leads you.” Later in life when i began writing in school he told me “now is the time for you to write where your heart leads you; the power of our imagination is so strong but the power of our hearts where love resides is stronger.”

 

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35 Degrees

Its 35 degrees on a hot summer day
No one anticipated it
Nobody expected  it would come
But it happened
It rained
On a 35 degrees hot summer day
Nobody anticipated
No one expected
Yet it happened
Just as you went away
On a 35 degrees hot summer day

 

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Thank you papa for the wonderful gift you left behind. You will forever live in my words and you will forever come alive in my imagination but i assure you, you will always and forever be in my heart where love resides eternally.
I would like to thank my dear followers for standing by while i was away. Special thanks to Kate of https://aroused.blog , Gina of https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com, Irma of Iidorun, https://iidorun.wordpress.com, Jules of dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com
for the daily dose of writing inspiration.

Not your Average Girl (part 2)- free verse

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She doesn’t don’t know how to act
but with sense of urgency

She don’t doesn’t know how to care
without thinking too much and feeling too much

She doesn’t know how to be quiet and sit still and allow her mind to settle

She is always asking, experiencing, struggling and finding meaning

She is passionate and misunderstood of being finicky rather than simply striving for excellence

She is an artist, deep, creative
And not your average girl

 

 

 
Written for Eugenia of
BrewNSpew Cafe – February 18, 2019

Word/expression of the week – finicky – (adjective) – fussy about one’s needs or requirements. Showing or requiring great attention to detail. Synonyms – overcritical, difficult, awkward, exacting, demanding, perfectionist.

Little Things – free verse

With every little thing you do
And with every little smile you gave
I am in awe
I am in wonder

With every little love you share
And with every little light you shed
I am delighted
I am honored

With that little thing you do
And little love you share
I am gratified
I am pleased.

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P.S.

A little something to kick off our week.  What is that one little thing that makes you happy?

Fulcrum -poem

I was a ballerina
standing on tiptoes
finding balance
if i lean to right or left
i fall over
You were my fulcrum
creating stability
and equilibrium
you bring the waves
in my mind
to a halt
leading me
to my centerpoint
my stillness
my heart.

 
P.S.

Who would you consider to be your support/balance? Are they people whom you can leverage success and happiness?
If not, find some!
Written for V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #35: BALANCE

Time-Poem

How much of yesterday is to be forgotten
For our story to begin?

How much of yesterday is to be treasured
For our life to be remembered?

A yesterday lived in today
Is tomorrow to stay.

Change not the lapse of time
It can never be flipped up side down.

 

 
Written for  V.J.’S WEEKLY CHALLENGE #33: UPSIDE-DOWN

All Through my Life

I.

Mark my words, these chords I’m playing
All my life, i will be singing
All through sunshines and rains
All through hurts and through pains
My love will keep burning.

Chorus 1.

It’s like a little heaven on earth (2×)
‘Cos it’s like a little heaven on earth
When I’m with you…oooh

II.

I swear this song i will sing forever
As we grow older and wiser
All through the days of my life
All through the moments in strife
My love will be yours ever.

Chorus 2.

It’s like a little heaven on earth (2x)
‘Cos it’s like a little heaven on earth
When I believe in you….oooh

Bridge

Heaven on earth…heaven on earth..
With you….oooh…with you..

 

P.S.

This week’s photo prompt of Helene made me wanna hum a song and strum a guitar. It probably would feel so good singing a song watching those lights up and above in the sky so high, up until they become tiny little stars in heaven from earth. BUT i cannot hum a song nor strum a guitar so a wrote a beautiful song instead which i hope one day i can (or someone can ) can put a melody on it.

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