Sunshine

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You were smiling, all day long even amidst a lonely, forlorn afternoon

You could put the sun to shame the way your corner lips rise slowly

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Your eyes, how it turned into a lovely crescent moon

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Then you let out a soft, light giggle as you hiding your smile behind your charming face

My heart skips.

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And I remember, you were always my ray of light, my sunshine

 

P.S.

Life can be tough. Some days are good, some days are not. Some people will love and support you, and some won’t. That’ life. That’s the world. That’s reality.
It is crazy and chaotic.

Amidst trouble and turmoils, amidst the darkness and lonely days, my daughters are my ray of light, my sunshine, my RESTFUL place.

https://aroused.blog/2019/10/19/friday-fun-restful/

They too are my muse, my inspiration, and my kindle
https://onewomansquest.org/2019/10/21/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-69-kindle/

They are my LIGHT…

and I wanna say HAPPY DEEPAVALI to all my lovely Indian followers and blogger friends.

Let us all together join them and celebrate the victory of light over darkness, good over evil, and knowledge over ignorance.

Kaliedoscope

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(Photo credit: mine)

Each twist in the universe
is a new experience,
a change in the
settings of our lives
adapt and live
with the change.
Adjust our vision
to the new pattern of life
set before us.

For we are, a kaleidoscope world.

Stuck (Etheree)

Stuck
In the
Middle of
Life’s crossroad paths
What we missed; must go
Least we live in the past
And can’t let go; the present
Is a must to live and enjoy
For nobody gets closer, as future
Remains a vision, when we are just stuck.

 

My (unusual) Poem

           My (unusual) Poem
 

My poems are not poetical
So they cannot be magical.

I write them in the afternoon
Unpoetic time no stars no moon.

I seldom use figures of speech
My words within a grade five’s reach.

My inspiration, not love
But a flying dove.

My poems are not poetical
They’re down to earth like ***pandesal.

***Pandesal or pan de sal (Spanish for “salt bread”) is a common bread roll in the Philippines made of flour, eggs, yeast,
sugar, and salt.

In response to Friday Foto Fun – Unusual

Unusual – this ornate Hindu temple is in the Blue Mountains outside Sydney
surrounded by Australian bush!

Please share something you’ve seen in an unusual setting, maybe a bit out of context?

or

creatively write about an unusual situation?

 

Come on the more the merrier, please share and read each other’s photo posts!

Please complete before next Friday using a pingback to link your post.

 

 

Church -Haiku

The mountains will sing
To the church as house of God
Where faith is revered.

 

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P.S.

A fun art created by my daughter. It’s made of colored sand glued together (like a jiggsaw puzzle) to create a colorful art version of a church.

 

This is in response to calmkate’s Friday foto fun art.

https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/22/friday-foto-fun-art

Hush Now

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Keep still
amidst chaos and turmoil
all through the roaring thunder
and all through the rising tide
rest your weary heart
like an ocean easing up
after a storm
hush now.

Colors (haiku)

 

Far away from you
Is to be blue my dearest
I wait; purple heart .

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Stunning photos of my garden back home; they have survived the current storm.

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun:

https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/15/friday-foto-fun-blossom/

 

~Dad~

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Thanks to my daughter Pat for this beautiful photo~~~

~My dearest~

I am but a shadow in the dark

Slowly coming out

Gently whispering

Unto your tormented soul…

“Its gonna be alright”

~Dad~