you taught me to be brave in the most unconventional way ever not by fairy tales bedtime stories nor by Aesop’s fables after lunch i remember you saying “be brave my little princess” i wasn’t really sure what you meant when you told me the story of robbers who travel by sea, swashbuckling and daring they were often evil and brutish i began to hide underneath my pillow as i anticipated you to unravel the next scariest, mind-blowing, out of this world bloody fight scene, but to my surprise, “fear not my little one” then you continue to tell most of them were ordinary people who had been forced to rob to make ends meet you see, the world is not an easy place to live some are lucky, some…
Day 23 NaPoWriMo, Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once you’ve read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”
Doormat
doormats are used to dish dirt outside trap dangerous germs from entering the actual main house placed in a doorway, on which we can wipe our shoes on entering any facility. what happens when you allow others to dominate you? you are either a living saint or a doormat.
if stars were made to light up the darkest of the night flashing and flickering shining and shimmering as beacons of hope for all the lost souls in heaven all the star-crossed lovers on earth,
then, maybe it’s my time to ask “baby, what am I to you?”
‘cos, you to me is the brightest star among the scattered moon dust in the sky and i love you, for shining the brightest always
if the moon was made to appear in perfect harmony upon a magical starry night, to uplift the spirits of all whose hearts have been broken and shattered, defeated and beaten,
then, maybe it’s my time to ask “baby, what am I to you?”
‘cos, you to me is the most perfect moonlight with a comforting beauty, melting my heart and, i love you for…
i can’t breathe, i can’t cry, i can’t even sigh when you pushed me hard, down the ground and why? just why? because i am different? my color is different from yours? since when did colors matter? since when did you have the right to treat me like i’m not even half a human?
i can’t breathe, i can’t cry, i can’t even sigh when you humiliated me in public and why? just why? because i am not like you? my beliefs are different from yours? since when did differences in beliefs matter? since when did you have the right to ridicule me?
why the need to segregate why the need to separate
different colors? different races? different beliefs? different status?
@Michelle Navajas
Michelle Ayon Navajas
Michelle, authored five books “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars”…
I am humbled and grateful for this profound and well written review by Maria, a fellow kababayan (Filipina) poet who goes by the name “wethoughtwecannot” in all of her social media accounts. Hop in to her page to read the full review
AFTER THE RAIN SKIES – 2ND EDITION BY MICHELLE AYON NAVAJAS (BOOK REVIEW BY WTWC)
Disturbing facts from real victims of abuse in different forms, written in the guise of poetry and prose, shedding light that help is within reach. “After Rain Skies – 2nd Edition” is written by Ms. Michelle Navajas in collaboration with Perak Women for Women Society in Malaysia calling for a campaign against gender-based violence. It took me days before reaching the final pages of this book as it is indeed baffling and heartbreaking every page.
Disclaimer: This review contains some spoilers! Trigger warning includes abuse of all kinds. Reading discretion is advised.
Quoting from Ms. Mich herself, this book shows that perpetrators of abuse may not directly present themselves as such but hid in the faces of kind, smart, and successful persons. It is an unpleasant surprise when midway from pursuing lifetime happiness…
thank you so much to Gabriela, (editor) and to the MasticadoresUsa team for their continued support on my poetry. It is always an honor to be featured by them.
Gabriela is an amazon best – selling poet and 2019 Author of the Year at Spillwords
This is a book I could not put away once I started reading it. Michelle Ayon Navajas collaborates with a social cause, and highlights unspoken pains of women with deftness in verbal expression.
Almost every pain has been discussed – victim-blaming, incest, marital rape, infidelity, being used as currency in bets, physical, mental and emotional abuse.
One of her characters realizes she is not to be blamed, only after joining a group of abuse victims. The stories are all of real women, who braved the torture and live to talk about it.
Here are some glimpses into the pages of the book “After Rain Skies”. I felt like a voyeur peeping into the secret chambers of a woman’s mind or her handbag.
you lost your voice
in the roaring thunder
of his growing ego
as you lost your consciousness
under his vicious hands.
poetrybymich💛💥Happy Valentines Day dear friends and poets.
My Dearest Muse
there are many things ’bout us that i will never forget, no matter how i try, i won’t, i bet just as there are many reasons why i love you i love you for all the faith you have in me for all the times you made me see the things i can’t seem to believe in me but there’s one thing i love the most ’bout you you stayed by my side even when i was giving up on you,you never gave up on me, on our love you never gave up on us
there are many things ’bout us that i will never forget, no matter how i try, i won’t, i bet just as there are over a hundred million love songs and i won’t forget the ones i sing along with you just as there are many love poems i love and i wrote but i love the most the ones i wrote with you and i love you for all the times you made me write verses that made us smile, verses that made us cry, verses that made us giggle like children verses that made it on the bestsellers collection
there are many things ’bout us that i will never forget, no matter how i try, i won’t, i bet just as there are many occasions i was wrong and i won’t forget the many times you forgave me and just smiled and i love you for all the joys, the smiles you gave me for all the times you pushed me hard, so hard because you believe in me, more than i believe in myself, you showed me the most loving, the most caring, the most daring version of me i never thought i had
there are many things ’bout us that i will never forget, no matter how i try, i won’t, i bet just as there are many reasons i love you but i love you the most because you never gave up on me even when, at times, i was so rough on you, you could have walked away, packed your things and left, just left, but you stayed, you stayed even if there seemed no more reasons to stay
you never gave up on me, that i will never forget, no matter how i try, i won’t, i bet
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As I continue to explore writing issues and topics that are mostly taboo; like “miscarriage” I opted to write an affirmation poem for mothers who have silently lost thier babies during the course of pregnancy.
Positive affirmation will hopefully help them heal.
Miscarriage is a traumatic event which affects every woman differently, but can lead to grief, anxiety, depression, and even symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
Some women chose to speak up and share. Some opted to keep silent and continue with their lives. And it might surprise us, but some have actually become a highly functional empowered woman. And some believed (even the mother herself) that she moved on with the trauma. Little do we know that they are actually the ones agonizing the most. When the lights, the glamour, the demands of work are over their world will fall apart. And the cycle just continues for them.
michnavs 