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.”

Unannounced on SpillwordsNYC

my “Father’s Day” poem “Unannounced is up now in SpillwordsNYC.

👉Read the full poem in their site by clicking this      link or the link in my bio.

👉 and when you are there please don’t forget to leave a heart ❤ for me.

Here is an excerpt of the poem:

how do i mend my broken heart?
my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope?
every time i look at myself in the mirror
i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.

that broken piece of me you took away
i don’t blame you for that though
but i must say i hated you for leaving me
just like that.


Thank you Dagnara, Editor for publishing my poem


For Reena’s Exploration Challenge, i used this verse as inspiration “I’m sick and tired of being called ‘mortal’ like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.”


i am a lonesome mortal on earth yet to experience death.

if death comes to visit me i am ready for i have lived my life to the fullest.

i have made the most notable most memorable trail on earth.

yes, i did even if life was full of unwarranted tribulations.

i fought the hardest fights with grace and composure.

i stood by my ground, never gave up, and was always ready to be brave in yet another battle anytime.

even if people around made it so hard i face them with a smile, with gratitude, with love.

i face them with the hope that they remember me for all of the good reasons and not for my failures.

not even for my occasional pride and arrogance or my shortcomings.

and i say forgive me my fellow mortals for all the times i hurt you and all the times i wasn’t my best self.

yes, i am ready for death anytime or so i thought

until today death arrived.

shocking and chilling unexpectedly, i thought he’d come at least in a form i’m so familiar with.

grave illness, cardiac arrest, or maybe a nightmare.

death comes when you walk away.


just when i needed you the most.

death came.

and i just died.

Two Poems

Poem #1 – Alone and Lonely

alone and lonely, that has become of you

tired and desolate, after a life so great

a life of wonderful glorious moments

and magnificent past

in old age, you  look back of

what went wrong, and what have

you missed, so, upon this bench

you recollect, the good and the bad;

the best and the worst

 “is it too late, to start over?”

is all that you can ponder

hold on to the good

and let go of the bad

remember the best

and forget the worst

for in life it’s never too, too late

to start over, over again

so, upon this bench you reminisce

only the good, and only the best

and upon this bench you promise

you promise to never,

old age bring you down

Poem #2 – Death

sing me no sad song my dear

cry me no tears,

fear no more



hum me a melody, a melody

I so long to hear,

and remember, remember me

upon this bench,

this park

I vowed, I promised

with your song as the witness

your melody as our guest

and your instrument as our company

to love you and to hold

‘till death do us part


oh, death indeed

torn us apart

For Sadje’s WDY https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/05/31/what-do-you-see-84-may-31st-2021/


I started with just one poem (poem #1 – Alone and Lonely) and when I was about to hit “publish” my romantic muse just got my way, and another poem was conceived (poem #2 – Death)

Which one is your favorite?

It’s Been Ten Years

how does one forget a love so real, so pure so endearing?

the kind only you, and you alone can give?

tell me as I struggle to understand,

I struggle to accept

I struggle to move on

tell me how do I start over?

it’s been years,

10 years to be exact

and they say time heals all wounds

maybe, time even makes you forget

and yet again, I say, for the last decade

not once, did I ever not think about you

not a day was over that I did not remember you

so, tell me, how am I supposed to carry on

carry on a life without you

‘cos wherever I go, whatever I do

it’s you I think of

and on this day, ten years ago,

I remember, I remember how my voice trembled

how my heart was broken, so broken crying didn’t make me feel better

for on this day, I said my last goodbye,

and I will never forget,

that fateful afternoon

when I had to summon all the gods and goddesses

of Olympus for strength and courage, to deliver

to deliver, my eulogy, as we lay you to rest

goodbye wasn’t easy, but being alive,

without you is far harder than I thought

it’s been 10 years dad, 10 years and I still want you back

NaPoWriMo Day 25

In loving memory of my father on his death anniversary

Our prompt for today (optional, as always) is to write an “occasional” poem. What’s that? Well, it’s a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion. This past January, lots of people who usually don’t encounter poetry got a dose when Amanda Gorman read a poem at President Biden’s inauguration. And then she followed it up with a poem at the Superbowl (not traditionally an event associated with verse!) The poem you write can be for an occasion in the past or the future, one important to you and your family (a wedding, a birth) or for an occasion in the public eye (the Olympics, perhaps?).

Letting Go

and the saddest part of loving is letting go
letting go of you and of your memories
so that you could fly freely, freely to where you are now, for in holding on,
you carry my burden, my burden of
not knowing, why, why you had to go

and the saddest part of loving is letting go
letting go of what could have been,
had I known, had I known your agony,
your pain and, worst, your fear
did you ever cry, cry hard enough to sleep
or cry hard enough to forget?

and the saddest part of loving is letting go
letting go of my own failure, failure
to see the sadness behind your smiles,
the pain in your eyes, the affliction in your stories and tell- tales, and above all
my failure to simply stay beside you

and the saddest part of loving is letting go
letting go of you, and of the thought that no matter what I do, no matter how much pain I feel, no matter how many times I cry in agony, you, have been taken from us
permanently, for good and forever

the saddest part of loving is indeed letting go, but that won’t stop me from loving you

I’m Sorry, I Didn’t Know

nothing beats the pain
of you leaving
and me grieving
without knowing why
why? because you left
you simply walked away
no words
no goodbyes
nothing at all
and it hurts
i wanted to curse you
hate you, and be mad at you
damn it! didn’t i deserve to know?
didn’t i deserve to walk you through,
all through the days of your pain
of your agony and of your anxiety
all through your moments of doubts
moments of quiet wailing
and moments of silenced hateful cursing
and now,
i sit still and quiet
still wondering
what hurts the most
you leaving without a word
or me grieving
for missing the signs
for not knowing the obvious
for simply believing you’re fine
when truth was, you were not
whose fault was it, huh?
yours for not telling
or mine for not knowing?

goodbye, nevertheless, my friend
enjoy your new life in heaven

i’m sorry, i didn’t know

– in loving memory of a dear friend-

For Sadje’s https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/03/08/what-do-you-see-72-march-8-2021/