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

https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/27/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-thunderstorm-september-27-2022/

For David’s prompt : Ode

https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/09/28/w3-prompt-22-weave-written-weekly/

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

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/09/30/reenas-xploration-challenge-250/

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.

https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/20/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-theatrics-september-20-2022/

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.”

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/09/22/reenas-xploration-challenge-249/

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.”

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/09/26/what-do-you-see-153-september-262022/

It Ain’t Winning If Without You (Book Review)

Thank you Akhila for this heart warming review. I am grateful for your love and support always 🙏🙏🙏

Poems hatched from a passionate heart who is so much in love

Reviewed in India on September 18, 2022

These poems are hatched from a passionate heart who is so much in love. Always I wonder how Mich is driving my imaginations to the next higher level. And in this book, her 7th book she just made me drenched in her beautiful musings as usual.. No one, but Mich can only think about being herself a “spotify” for her love. It’s a wonderful creativity. And all those titles have become true brands of the poetries.. They are unique and very sharp. In this book one can find many poetry forms like Etheree, Zappai, Kimo, Hay(na)ku, Naani etc.. Some of them were totally new to me. So thanks a lot Mich for introducing me to some of the new poetic forms as well presenting this wonderful creation to the whole universe.

You can view and interact with Akhila from this link :https://wordsandnotion.com/2022/09/25/dont-respect-women-cause-they-are-women/

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)

https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/09/21/w3-prompt-21-weave-written-weekly/

Val’s prompt guidelines

• Write a 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.

In Heaven

In Heaven

i never got the chance
to see you smile
but i got you a name
i never got to know
how you would become
but i know you’d be great
i never got to hear you speak
but i know you’d be perfect
in everything you’d wanna be.

i never got to embrace you hello
for i had to let you go
before you even know
the world outside
is waiting for you
but He has other plans
so i just hope one day
i get to see you smile
i get to call you
by the name i chose
i get to hear you speak
and give you
the most endearing
embrace.

one day soon
in heaven we will be.

if you are a regular to my blog you would know that apart from abuse and violence i am also creating awareness on mothers/women experiencing loss of a child during pregnancy or in most common term;  miscarriage. i’ve written poems about miscarriage and how women should have the much needed support during this time. we all know that miscarriage is something we don’t usually talk about and at the same time we also know that these mothers/women are hurting and grieving inside.

recently, i came across articles and stories of women experiencing ectopic pregnancies.

according to  https://www.mayoclinic.org  an ectopic pregnancy occurs when a fertilized egg implants and grows outside the main cavity of the uterus. an ectopic pregnancy most often occurs in a fallopian tube, which carries eggs from the ovaries to the uterus. this type of ectopic pregnancy is called a tubal pregnancy.

sadly though a baby almost never survives an ectopic pregnancy. there have been extremely rare and unusual cases in which a baby has survived, but the odds are 1 to 3 million. these few cases typically happen outside the fallopian tubes in the abdominal cavity where blood supply is rich(https://lifelinepregnancyhelp.org ). these cases unknown to us many is also very heartbreaking for mothers, knowing that there is a growing child is something to celebrate and yet, at some point you have to decide whether or not to take the risk and go on with the pregnancy and let nature takes its course or do what’s suppose to be medically appropriate for both the mother and the child.

the dilemma now for the mother is : will she wait until it dissolves naturally? what if it doesn’t will she take on the suggestion of the medical experts to take on what is medically appropriate yet heartbreaking?

For Sadje’s WDYS

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/09/19/what-do-you-see-152-september-19-2023/

It Ain’t Winning If Without You(Amazon Review)

been down with (another round) of cough and flu with just barely 3 days apart (🤧🤧🤧) and this Amazon review of my 7th and #1amazonbestseller book “It Ain’t Winning If Without You,” just made me smile….some good things really happen when you least expect it.

thank you Joni for this heart warming review. you made my poet heart jumped for joy.

👇👇👇

Ms. Navajas has written an ageless and captivating book of poetry about love, loss and forgiveness!

Reviewed in the United States on September 14, 2022

I was intrigued when I saw that a poetry book had made it to Amazon’s number one spot without even being available to buy. As a poetry lover, I wanted to see what the author, Michelle Ayon Navajas, had conjured up for others to buy so quickly.

It didn’t take long for me to get caught up in her book of mostly freestyle poetry. It was like reliving my first love – how I completely fell in love, and seeing him with someone else was like experiencing a teenage death for me. She captured how you question everything you did or didn’t do and what it does to your self-esteem. She found a way to write beautiful prose that took me through all those emotions I had at seventeen. When I realized how ageless her poetry was, I appreciated why her books had become so popular.

Another reason her writing is so captivating is that each poem in this book can stand on its own, but the progression of poetry also tells a story. This is no easy task. I also found all of her work to have excellent rhythm.

There is a very endearing section of the book where she writes to her deceased father, who encouraged her writing when she started at age ten. This section brings the reader to tears, and, appropriately, the book is dedicated to him.

You can tell that the author has a big heart. Several poems in the book were written by other authors, allowing them to have their work highlighted on a bigger stage. Plus, it is always a joy to read someone new that writes beautifully. A couple of pieces talk about racism and the emotion of seeing it after attending church services. As an unexpected bonus showing her talents as a former educator, the author also took time to explain what kind of poem she was writing when she changed forms.

This is her seventh book, four of which have been best sellers. Now I see why. I would love to sit down and have coffee with this brilliant young poet – I know it would bless me. Joni Caggiano

Joni blogs at Rum and Robots

https://the-inner-child.com/