Happy Wednesday my dearest friends and poets.
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Today, the physical copy of my 5th poetry book “I Will Love You Forever, Too” arrived.
This book contains the beautifully crafted foreword of @jeam.precieux, @drkeypoints
and @arvientures92, and special thank you to my creative consultant, and my editor @coronaditya
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To all my Filipino readers who ordered for the physical copy of the book, it will be on your way soon…
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I am, and will forever be grateful to you all for making it No. 1 NEW RELEASE IN THE CATEGORY, POETRY ON LOVE, both in Amazon and Kobo in less than 24 hours of its release, and it stayed on the Amazon TOP 100 BESTSELLING BOOK FOR MORE THAN A MONTH
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WITH A GRATEFUL HEART, I SEND MY LOVE TO YOU ALL.💕💕💕
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Dreams do come true. Believe. Work hard. Be good. Be Kind. It will happen when you deserve it. TRUST ME. Mine happened just as i thought it won’t.
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I never gave up. I never stopped believeing in dreams.
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I never stopped being kind and generous (even when people around me were/are not), because my papa once said “your dreams will come true when you least expect it and when you don’t allow outside forces to ruin the good that you have in your heart; God will see that and eventually HE will give you your heart’s greatest desire”.
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So, dream on my fellow poets 💕💕💕
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Category Archives: writing
Mom
Mom
it was not so long ago, when you were holding my little hand, guiding every step of my way
every moment, was a moment to remember
a moment so fun, so dear
i learned to navigate the world through your gentle hands, through your brilliant mind,
through your compassionate heart
ours was a “love – hate” affair but never was there a time that you surrender
how long has it been?
i can’t remember, i really can’t
my ageing mind won’t wanna work backwards
won’t even wanna work on dates, and i think
it doesn’t matter, for now, i am in charge
of tiny little hands too, the ones whose lives
depend on how i will guide them through thier ways, and i can’t help but be grateful, for the mother that you were to me when i was little
i am the mother that i am now because of you
I Didn’t Know
Happiest and grandest Sunday dear friends and poets.
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Today’s poem is the complete/full text of my trilogy poem series.
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I Didn’t Know
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Beauty
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i didn’t know leaves could dance gracefully as the wind blows upon the signal of the monsoon rain while it pitter-patters on the roof
i didn’t know loud rumbling thunder could sound like a love song; so gentle and so sweet
i didn’t know a tremendous flash of lightning could look like fireworks at night, flashing spectacular lights in jubilant celebration
i didn’t see the beauty in them until the day i found you
i didn’t know beauty as much as I knew it when i had you
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Butterflies
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i didn’t know butterflies ever lived inside me waiting to fly, waiting to soar
until the day i saw you, i felt fluttering sensations
as if a million little butterflies were screaming, wanting to be freed
every single cell in my body was churning, cramping, feeling anxious, shaking, shivering, twitching by just the sight of you,
i didn’t know butterflies could live in my stomach until i saw you
i didn’t know butterflies could go crazy, as crazy as they became when i had you
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Burned
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i didn’t know love could be magical and enchanting and bewitching, until the day you took my hand by the door, gently
caressing my hair, your eyes
with a loving steady gaze, and then slowly you moved closer to me, i felt the warmth of your body, the tenderness of your lips, the fire in your heart giving me burning sensations
then i was burned, burned down to ashes by your touch, by your embrace, by your kiss
i didn’t know i could get burned by love until
i was burned, burned by your love
Burned
Happy Saturday dear friends and poets.
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Today’s poem is the final installment of my trilogy poetry series called “I Didn’t Know”
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This is my first venture on series poetry. Series poetry feature recurring characters and/or settings, often with a common tone as well. Serial poetry therefore takes an initial idea and expands on it over time, rather like episodes in a television show.
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Burned
i didn’t know love could be magical and enchanting and bewitching, until the day you took my hand by the door, gently
caressing my hair, your eyes
with a loving steady gaze, and then slowly you moved closer to me, i felt the warmth of your body, the tenderness of your lips, the fire in your heart giving me burning sensations
then i was burned, burned down to ashes by your touch, by your embrace, by your kiss
i didn’t know i could get burned by love until
i was burned, burned by your love
Butterflies
Happy Friday dear friends and poets.
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Today’s poem is the 2nd part of my series poem called “I Didn’t Know”.
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This is my first venture on series poetry. Series poetry feature recurring characters and/or settings, often with a common tone as well. Serial poetry therefore takes an initial idea and expands on it over time, rather like episodes in a television show.
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Butterflies
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i didn’t know butterflies ever lived inside me waiting to fly, waiting to soar
until the day i saw you, i felt fluttering sensations
as if a million little butterflies were screaming, wanting to be freed
every single cell in my body was churning, cramping, feeling anxious, shaking, shivering, twitching by just the sight of you,
i didn’t know butterflies could live in my stomach until i saw you
i didn’t know butterflies could go crazy, as crazy as they became when i had you
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Beauty
Happy Thursday dear friends and poets.
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Today’s poem is 1st of a 3 – parts of poem i wrote called “I Didn’t Know”…and i am kicking it off with “beauty”.
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This is my first venture on series poetry. Series poetry feature recurring characters and/or settings, often with a common tone as well. Serial poetry therefore takes an initial idea and expands on it over time, rather like episodes in a television show.
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“”Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” Plato
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Beauty
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i didn’t know leaves could dance gracefully as the wind blows upon the signal of the monsoon rain while it pitter-patters on the roof
i didn’t know loud rumbling thunder could sound like a love song; so gentle and so sweet
i didn’t know a tremendous flash of lightning could look like fireworks at night, flashing spectacular lights in jubilant celebration
i didn’t see the beauty in them until the day i found you
i didn’t know beauty as much as I knew it when i had you
4 Million More Hours
4 Million More Hours
i’m no good at numbers,
thus i suck at Math
if you ask me to add a number
then multiply and divide,
i’d completely be lost,
so lost i’d be hiding
in shame and probably in guilt,
i am guilty beyond reasonable doubt
for not memorizing
the multiplication table by heart
i’m no good at numbers,
thus i suck at Math
but i could totally remember
the moment i saw you last,
then add it on to today,
and it’s a total of
180 days, equivalent to 6 months,
that’s 4, 320 hours, my dear
of not being with you,
of not holding you close to me,
of not feeling your touch
4, 320 hours, that’s a lot,
a lot of lost opportunities lost chances
and lost memories with you
but what could i do?
4, 320 is not even close, close to current
4.55 million Covid -19 death tolls worldwide
and so my dear, i know it’s been a while
but hold on tight, hang on there
‘cos i know we’ll be spending
4 million more loving hours together
let’s just stay safe and stay alive
Sunset Upon The Horizon
i am grateful for the sun and how it sets magicaly upon the horizon
it’s like rhyming the last verse of my poetry
ending with the perfect combination of
rhythm and rhyme
a captivating nourishment for my ever thirsty poetic soul
i am grateful for the sun and how it sets enchantingly upon the horizon
it’s like humming the most romantic love song
with its soothing and calming melody
bringing a restful respite
to my wary soul
i am grateful for the sun and how it sets entrancingly upon the horizon
it’s like coming home to your tender kisses, with the warmth of you embrace
gifting my heart with the passion it so long wanted
i am grateful for the sun and how it reminds me
of you, of our love, born upon one fateful afternoon as it sets spellbindingly upon the horizon
there was you
there was me
and the sunset
for Sadje WDYS
I Love You, At First
Happy Saturday dear friends and poets, I am reposting a personal favorite love poem I wrote, included in my 2nd poetry book “What If Snowflakes Don’t Fall In Winter?”, available via Kobo. com
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I Love You, at First
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you walked past by me wearing a dashing smile
with the sun so hot and up, but the air was cool
could it be, because of your easy-breezy presence, I was beguiled?
or was it just me feeling the numbness of my senses I could drool?
your smile I can’t forget and your laughter I can’t resist
baby take me in your arms and hold me all the time
‘cos I don’t wanna live another day without you, I insist
please kiss me, undress me, make me yours
it’s not a crime
the next thing they knew you and I were inseparable, profoundly connected
we were like two people beating in perfect harmony as one
the world was only ours to live and friends said “it’s expected”
‘cos even without a word the universe will conspire to agree, “it’s done”
it feels like Christmas with you beside me all the time
the joys and laughter we share each day long
makes it always look like a holiday season perfect anytime
the sweet little nothings make our bond greater and strong
now I keep thinking of you and what to do with our life as we kissed
for there is so much forever waiting for my dear, a forever in time
‘cos I don’t wanna live another day without you, I insist
please kiss me, undress me, make me yours
it’s not a crime
it’s been many years and many Christmases, my dear
but time has not robbed my feelings for you, I still love you tight
it will forever be like that, oh so hot but cool morning, I swear
the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew I loved you
Behold
Happy Friday dear friends and poets…
Behold
i hope one day i can call you my own
my own, to love, and behold, and to honor
until then, i’ll do it in the best possible way
my poet heart could ever be
i thank God i found you
just as exactly as i thought i never would
just as the world seemed to be
in a total reconstruction, total rehabilitation
and we have no one but each other,
to love and behold, to honor as we hold
hold on to each other, rely upon one another
i thank God He blessed you with life
the life you shared, with all of your love
all of your passion, and with all that you are
and by the grace of the universe and all its powers
i fervently pray may God gave you blissful life
for me to love you, and behold you, and to honor you
from this day on, ’till life forever
