Shopping Spree

When others travel abroad they are excited about seeing new places…eating new dishes…experiencing new adventures…meeting new people…learning new languages…. (my list could actually go a long long way..) BUT ME? when I travel abroad..(which I always do with my family) I am excited about only one thing…SHOPPING…

a hundred colored choices

filling my sight in a glimpse;

so delicate, so soft, so elegant

touching you is what I want;

intricately and perfectly laid

choosing is difficult indeed.

I could pick one anyway

knowing you makes me wanna stay;

so close, so smooth, so sweet

touching makes me fall off my feet;

sophisticated and enchanted you are made

making up my mind as I persuade.

should it be the one I adore?

or just bear what my desire could be.

somehow, someway I need to pick

my heart bleeds feeling like I prick;

my mind is truly torn

deciding makes me forlorn.

I can’t make up and decide

seeing furious faces as they hide;

annoyed by million years undecided

messing up everything offered;

by angry ladies as they plea

from fickle-minded shoppers like me.

p.s.

I admit the general rule that every poet is a fool, but I guess every fool is not a poet….you see I would be a fool if I will not say there’s no other way to enjoy traveling than shopping; especially if your pocket is filled with an extra bunch of cash…(that is..if you have..) well I guess you wouldn’t dare travel if in the first place you barely have ….or can you? .. would you?…

Mirthless Muse

I saw a lady. She’s got the looks. Shes’ got the clothes. She’s got the attitude. She’s got the style. Something is hidden; she covers it with a smile.  …nobody cares… no one sees inside…no one sees her tears…no one understands…nobody will ever see…Here’s for you….beautiful mirthless muse…

The flowers move as you sway;

the wind catches you to stay.

The bees trace your track;

trying to catch you back.

Your lovely that’s what they say;

your smile brightens their day.

Your scent makes them shiver;

as you walk down and ponder.

One day the flowers move no more;

the wind stood still colder.

The bees lose your track;

they don’t want you back.

You were sad and lonely;

your smile makes their day cloudy.

Your scent makes them grieve;

as you sat in deep bereave.

Maybe the gods cursed you today;

no, a hesitant bee says.

Maybe the devil works its way;

to make you a forlorn lady.

P.S

It’s not easy to live life sometimes and face the world with a smile. It takes a lot of courage to reach down inside yourself…BELIEVE….there’s always a rainbow after the rain and that, as every day went by you will realize that LIFE as it is, is already the RAINBOW…the biggest silver lining of all…..You see, it’s up to you…Good luck!!!….may you find the biggest silver lining your searching…….

The “in betweens”

I am a million miles away from home. The distance is suffocating…deafening…exhilarating…this is nothing compared to the distance we’ve created even if we’re not a million miles apart; the distance between our families…our friends…our siblings…our in-laws..our neighbors…and often times the distance between the very person we claimed we love the most. Yes! This is the distance that we cannot measure..we cannot touch…we cannot see…BUT we can always bridge the gap…find a way..open an avenue…and maybe, yes, just maybe see a clearer view…

Between heaven and earth;
a story is unearthed.
Between past and present;
a sailing is sent.
Between here and there;
a distance is clear.
Between a moment and forever;
a struggle so clear.

Sometimes heaven and earth met;
when a story is broken and lit.
Sometimes past and present collide;
when the sailing subside.
Sometimes here and it is near;
when the view is clearer.
Sometimes a moment and forever in eternity;
when the struggles become infinity.

So move heaven and earth boldly;
for your story to be told oddly.
So hold the past and present sincerely;
for your sailing to be done completely.
So break the here and there completely;
for your distance to be moved effortlessly.
So create a moment and forever lovingly;
for your struggles to be over definitely.

P.S
you see… it’s not that bad after all… it’s not even that hard…so find a way …fill in that hollows you’ve created..who knows it might be just the only way to complete the empty YOU…i just did…try it…

celebrating life in poetry

life as we know it is a migraine-inducing thing (it’s not even a thing)…to celebrate its joys and sorrows, its triumphs and defeats,… it’s amazing….after all, ONE LIFE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE in the world

so …to kick off my day and make my life beautiful as it has always been, I would have (i mean it every day) a cup (a mug….actually) of coffee every morning…but I cannot have cappuccinos at home…you know this thing when you go to Starbucks to get one…non – fat, decaff…less sugar..so here’s how I miss my cappuccino…

MY CAPPUCCINO

 

Secrets of silver swirly dreams
moments of silence, frosty screams
stronger visions of soft, sweet, irreplaceable joys.

Remain pure, light, alluring;
beautifully crafted in a whipped snow – white
heavenly cream.

Choco – colored clear reflections
warm, unstirred, floating hopes
sweet, hot bits of serenity
delicious criss-cross fantasies.

lovingly blended by delicate
stored in a cup, freshly designed,
classically adorned.

window panes, soaking with rain
against the ivory painted walls
rhythm blues played again
around cozy, midnight blue couches.

millions of thoughts wondering about
soothing, empowering, mirrorball of the soul.

ahhh! how I longed for my savory cappuccino…

p.s

in case your wondering..yes this is true to the one man I always miss;… the man who put butterflies on my stomach, the man who put my heart on my mouth, the man-made me fabled trembling knees….the LOVE OF MY LIFE …my cappuccino…

Fly High Flight 5J 799

I am a mother of four. A former college English Professor. It’s been two long years since I quit my job to be with my four beautiful girls—— full time. This means I got to prepare breakfast for them, drive them to school, pick them up in the afternoon, and tutor them in the evening. It’s exhausting but very rewarding. (and oh, in case you wanna know I am lean and fit at sighhhhhh…36 …they say I am the eldest version of my children) And as a usual reward, my husband would fly us all to Singapore every summer… for the past years, we’ve been flying through Cebu Pacific. I discovered that it’s very affordable not only that the flight attendants are really friendly…my list could actually go a long way so I wrote them down in poetry.. in case I haven’t mentioned I’m a self-proclaimed writer (Whatever that is……)

On a chilly morning

I hear your voice ringing;

signals a new beginning

wishing for a happy ending.

On this motion-filled place

I see your image as I trace;

signifying a new world to face

hoping it to be an enchanting maze.

On this seat, I first had your touch

feeling the warmth, marvelous as such;

waits as we soar waits as I catch

flying so high the sky within my touch.

Seven years and still flying

with you it’s wonderful and enchanting;

discovering new worlds so amazing

watching the stars oh breathtaking.

“thank you for flying with us

making Cebu pacific your airline of choice”;

intercom interrupting as I chase

ending a dream with a smile on my face.

through the years we’ve been in the sky

enjoying the heavens so might;

flying like the rich and famous safely

without being costly.

P.S.

this is not a paid article… I just thought you guys wanna travel in style minus the guilt of overspending for an airline ticket.

fly high and enjoy…..see you…