don’t stay for rainbows and butterflies and stars
stay even for the thunderstorms and the waves and the hurricanes

don’t stay for the smiles and the laugthers and the joys
stay even for the tears and sorrows and tribulations

don’t stay for the love and the care and the understanding
stay even for the indifference and the hate and the outrage

don’t stay for the beauty and the cheerfulness and the charm
stay even for the ugliness and the dejected and the hideous

just stay for  whatever whys



Inspired by a recent poem of Gina it hit me the hardest and i can’t get my chest off the line
” stay no matter why”. It is sad that some people choose to be with us or to stay with us only for the good reasons and only for the best that you are. When you hit rock bottom and you falter they simply walk away. That probably is just the reality of life and the reality of human behavior.

Ode to the Philippines

This is one that we’ve used before, but one test of a  good prompt is that you can come back to it! For this prompt, you will need to fill out, in five minutes or less, the following “Almanac Questionnaire.” Then, use your responses as to basis for a poem.

Almanac Questionnaire

Childhood dream:
Found on the Street:
Hometown memory:
Notable person:
Outside your window, you find:
Today’s news headline:
Scrap from a letter:
Animal from a myth:
Story read to children at night:
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find:
You walk to the border and hear:
What you fear:
Picture on your city’s postcard:


Oh, my dearest Philippines, your rich and diversed heritage and culture
has made you the young yet dynamic country that you are today
Manila is your heart, where the iconic Luneta park is located
it’s a hyperactive city, vibrant and vivacious
with its high temperature and high humidity, we get disconnected
your walls are adorned, screaming for freedom and equality
by these colorful graffitis reflective of the youth’s jubilant spirit
as the hope of our motherland, says our national hero; the great Dr. Jose Rizal
I, too was once like these youths, yearning for change, simply change
back in the 90’s; a young college student, i thought i was
going to be a lawyer defending the poor and the unfortunate
though a greater part of my youth screams of pen and paper
in Mendiola, i trudge the University belt with a screaming mind
for change, though looking back 25 years after
no slightest idea of how that change may change
and today’s headline reminds me of how we were taught
to write newsstory straightforward with no running around the bush
nor even a hint of personal grievances
its a different story now, as Covid 19 hits the headline
running over to three months
bringing our tally of infected patients to seven thousand
and counting
our economy is in jeopardy, it hits rock bottom recently
our exports of agricultural products have halted
not even our over 200 species of mammals and world’s longest  discontinuous coastline
could be a remedy to our dying economy
oh, my dearest Philippines you survived a hundred years
of Spanish colonization
then followed by the Japanese invasion
not to mention the American occupation
you made it through many wars
great volcanic eruptions
and the greatest typhoons
covid is just nothing but a speck of something
that will
make you greater, better and grander as ever
dear PH, we will rise again, we will be great again
and together we stand victorious amidst covid 19.

To All The Prompts I Love (With a Dash of Covid on Top)

Day 25 NaPoWriMo

Because it’s a Saturday, I have an (optional) prompt for you that takes a little time to work through — although you can certainly take short-cuts through it, if you like! The prompt, which you can find in its entirety here, was  developed by the poet and teacher Hoa Nguyen, asks you to use a long poem by James Schuyler as a guidepost for your poem. (You may remember James Schuyler from our poetry resource for Day 2.) This is a prompt that allows you to sink deeply into another poet’s work, as well as your own.


My phone vibrates as it usually does first wake up call at bay
Morning sunlight giving the first strong rays of the day
The first “good morning” came in along with my sip of coffee blend
Damn! it’s actually hot, “oh, dear cappucino are you a foe or a friend?”
My dearest phone is at its prime, in the morning
Another message just in “how are you with covid coping?”
How do we suppose answer such a question without knowing?
“How are you?” an old friend pops in with strings of messages
“You surprise me” i butt in, “how long has it been?”, i’m speechless
Strings of conversations goes on  and on
Until one says “be back when i am done”
Opps, i almost forget about my coffe on the table top
Damn, now its cold i just need to make a new cup
Another cup, another stop of what’s suppose to be
This morning i have so much to do, i will be busy as a bee
It’s day twenty  -five for NaPoWriMo and the prompt is making me crazy
Rhyming words alone is insane much more having prompts daily
I don’t know what’s with me on that April fool’s day
I write my first poem to commence, i say
My first attempt on the annual “30 days, 30 poems”, i am competetive
A challenge for the brilliant and smart, or just simply creative
“What do you see?” by the lovely Sadje is another prompt
That’s every Monday i stop by and make a duet as i stomp
Calmkate’s Friday fun is witty and indeed fun to  write
That is every Friday, ‘though time zone difference is at sight
Maria, Jade and Rosema are three brilliant
Instagram is making a cross over through these poets
Truth must i tell, fun in writing challenges is nothing
In comparison to the lessons and discoveries i am learning
I am on my second cup and yet again, no longer hot
As i want my coffee to be, but write i must or i’ll forget
What my heart and thoughts says, i don’t want to skip
For every challenge i write is every bleeding pain i keep
These and many more are just distractions of the real score
That my daily grind appears worse than anything in store
As covid 19 worsen everywhere around the globe
Whatever happens to the world we so long dearly love?
Another point to ponder as i scribble with my pen i wonder
When will this ever end, and be in loving arms with each other?



I mentioned the following:

Jade of

Rosema of

Maria of
Calmkate of kates friday fun -sailing
Sadje of

Moonlight Slow Dance


eyes met
we gazed longer


heart beats
as yours too


song playing
sweetly as ever


dimly lit
fitful silvery moonlight


hold hands
and slow dance



feels like
moonlight slow dance



Poetic form used is hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words.

World of Words prompt, which is a beautiful Bengali word “জোছনা” (jochona) meaning moonlight.
Hosted by Jade of
Rosema of Maria of

Linking to kates friday fun -sailing

(parasailing; Bali, December 2019)


Today’s prompt is a fairly simple one: to write about a particular fruit – your choice. But I’d like you to describe this fruit as closely as possible.



My senses are at feast by the the first sight of you.
Your shining in golden jade color is what I adore ’bout you


But you changes from dark green color to deep purple hue when ripe
That seemed magical and interesting for me to describe


Your skin can go from slightly bumpy one To smooth and glossy as i make my fingers run


Your taste is quite unique
Depending on your ripeness and type


You are normally rich with thick buttery flavor
But sometimes your akin to a cold soup as i savor


Some folks don’t like you, you don’t have a sweet scent as others do
Not even a distinct taste of your own too


I love you on my toast with a dash of salt and pepper
A sprinkle of lemon juice and for the brave ones, flakes of red pepper


Asians like you sweet and creamy
I am, i like you nothing but a bit salty


Day 23 NaPoWriMo
Today’s prompt asks you to write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word. Doesn’t “S” look sneaky and snakelike? And “W” clearly doesn’t know where it’s going! Think about the shape of the letter(s), and use that as the take-off point for your poem.



You are often perceive as scandalous
S, with your contour and curves.


The world is under your saving grace
W, you catch us right unto your face.


You were used to symbolize endurance
E, your arms wide open is a true sign of patience


Sometimes though you can be a great source of eagerness
E, with open -arms you bring us all without bitterness


The humanity remembers you everyday
T, you reminds us to be proactive today


Of  the twenty six letters in the English alphabet 
You are our favorite, ‘cos you are the best.


SWEET is your name and that’s what you are,
And your presence made the world better by far.

When. In Love.

Today, I’d like to challenge you to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem.



it’s  a carrot, of course
need i say more just to be sure?
you don’t need to be a horse
to run faster and endure
same way, my dear, a carrot is a carrot

it’s  a carrot, you know why?
should i tell you further?
you don’t need to be a butterfly
to spread your wings and venture
same thing, my dear, it’s still a carrot

i hope i make it clear, so be at ease
‘cos even monkeys fall from trees

when. in love.


These are the idioms i used:


당근이지! (dang-geun i-ji)
it’s a carrot = of course / it’s obvious


猿も木から落ちる (Saru mo ki kara ochiru)
Even monkeys fall from trees = even experts get it wrong

At Some Point in Melville

Today’s optional prompt asks you to make use of today’s resource. Find a poem in a language that you don’t know, and perform a “homophonic translation” on it. What does that mean? Well, it means to try to translate the poem simply based on how it sounds. You may not wind up with a credible poem at the end, but this can be a fun way to step outside of your own mind for a bit, and develop a poem that speaks in a distinctive voice. As an example, here are the first four lines of a poem by the Norwegian poet Gro Dahle:

Linnea ligger syk under treet
‒ Oj oj oj, hvisker treet
Og treet lar sine blader falle
Det store treet, det snille treet

Based on the sound alone, I might translate this as

Lithe lines sink under the street.
Oh, that wintry street.
Oh, street of signs like falling blades
A street of shops and smiles.

It’s not really a poem yet, but I certainly have created some odd and interesting images and ideas to play with.


So for today i am going to write a homophonic translation of the poem by Guillaume Apollinaire(from Alcools, 1913)
first published, Feb. 1912

Le pont Mirabeau

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l’onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

L’amour s’en va comme cette eau courante
L’amour s’en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l’Espérance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine

Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure
Les jours s’en vont je demeure


This is my homophonic translation of the above poem


At Some Point in Melville

At some point in Melville they see you from a distance
in full blown glamour
that all men call you Viviene
lo, for your contours and lovely maine

Viviene, they love and honor
least, sure they find you demure

thus men find reasons to see you face to face
regardless of the circumstance
at some point they pass
the eternal guard, good old man Lasse

Viviene, they love and honor
least, sure they find you demure

glamor you missed while on a quarantine
glamour you love
come wait in pristine
it dawns when you dance in agravante

Viviene, they love and honor
least, sure they find you demure

passersby are yours at the moment
in dust they pass
in glamour they’re content
such at some point in Melville, they call you Viviene

Viviene, they love and honor
least, sure they find you demure


You guys should try this…i had so much fun writing the translation..😊😊😊

The Storm

the storm that’s raging now could clear at any minute and reveal a million star sky- Michelle,
” After -Rain Skies: A Million Stars”


she wears a smile
so contagious and charming
the kind that bears true of
a heart filled
with love and compassion
he took it away
now wounded,
now torn.
abuse took her smile away
but not her soul
she’s beaten,
she’s crying,
but she’s winning.


out in the storm
in a lonely evening
fighting, thriving
for in trying
she is winning
and in pain
she is victorious
for in silence she battles
and in pain she remembers, love.


P. S.

When i saw the photo prompt of Sadje
i can’t help but remember the pain ang agony of victims of abuse and violence, they are like fighting over  a raging storm. And i read somewhere that with the current lockdown more and more women and children are becoming victims of abuse and violence. Why? They are stuck in their homes with the abuser.

I too was reminded of our March 2020 event which i haven’t shared yet here.

Sharpened Word: “The Most Powerful Form of Art is Writing”

Thank You, Girls

NaPoWriMo Day 20

Today, in gratitude for making it to Day 20, our (optional) prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. It could be a friendship bracelet made for you by a grade-school classmate, an itchy sweater from your Aunt Louisa, a plateful of cinnamon toast from your grandmother, a mix-tape from an old girlfriend. And whatever gift you choose, we wish you happy writing!



(the christmas puzzle my 3rd daugther Allana made, when she was 11)


you were eleven when you made this
a Christmas gift from you for me
you were excited and gave it with a kiss
’twas the sweetest gesture, we all agree


“open it, open it”, you were screaming with glee
I tore open the box, i was surprised
inside were pieces of colorful puzzles i see
“let’s put them together”, you were amused


you creatively made a piece of puzzle
for each of us, mom and dad
your two big sisters and our then little girl
’twas by far the best gift i ever had


six years after and you are now eighteen
beautiful, smart, intelligent you have become
but i will never forget that eleven year old then
the sweetest and kindest little girl at home



As the lockdown continues my new normal now is remembering all the simple little things that my daughters did when they where little kids this is my now. Linking to Kate’s Friday fun -now

(a mother’s day surprise from the girls 10 years ago)

(random gift from them too)

(Allana’s sketch i used in one of my poems)


(Allana’ first attempt on poetry at 9 years old)


(Alyssa’s first poetry attempt at 12 years old)


(My eldest daughter’s high school graduation thank you letter)


(Pat’s first attempt on photography at 14)

Mich - 1 (1)

(The first ever photo of them published in WP through Kate’s interview)