Dies of Love (A Blitz Poem)

Dies of Love (A Blitz Poem)

heart cries
heart dies
dies in vain
dies in pain
pain of hoping
pain of losing
losing you in hindsight
losing you outright
outright i go
outright i cry
cry in agony
cry a river
river bank
river wild
wild lament
wild weep
weep bad
weep hard
hard to believe
hard to accept
accept facts
accept truth
truth you share
truth you bare
bare naked
bare soul
soul searching
soul peircing
peircing my veins
peircing my body
body aches
body cries
cries for hope
cries for love
love eternally
love forever
forever i long
forever i adore
adore and admire
adore and cherish
cherish recollection
cherish memories

memories of togetherness
memories of dreams
dreams forgotten
dreams stolen
stolen love
stolen hope
love
hope

For Val’s Scavenger Hunt, Blitz Poem on Death

thank you Val for hosting the August Scavenger Hunt, I had fun writing all the prompts

This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.

Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.

Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.

The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.

There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.

Barong Tagalog (a repost)

I heard the news of you leaving as someone from the other line was sobbing, crying, weeping. “He’s gone”, was all I can hear. I wept, I cried ’till I can’t cry anymore.

It was a warm summer morning.

You left without saying goodbye. Without notice. It broke my heart in pieces, I could die.

I told myself I’ll never go far away from you again, but what’s the point?

I was wounded, helpless, and even when far away an interrupted cry could be heard as I lament in desperation.

Distance is killing me.

The sun was shining but the rain came pouring when I flew back home to bid my goodbye.

You were smiling. You felt rested. And you look handsome as ever. I smiled back looking at you as I said “your barong Tagalog looks perfect on you”. I blew you a kiss like I used to.

I was ushered away, away from your side.

 

 

 

 

 

Note:  The Barong Tagalog, more commonly known as simply barong (and occasionally called baro), is an embroidered formal shirt and considered the national dress of the Philippines.
In Filipino culture it is a common formal attire

 

I am reposting this for Eugi’s prompt -Summer
https://amanpan.com/2020/06/22/eugis-weekly-prompt-summer-june-22-2020/

 

 

I Miss You

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oblivious of the time

and around

I longed for your

hold so tight

your hold that keeps my steady

gaze in place

your hold that once made a

better me

incognizant of how I felt

wanting how much of you

I can take

I never imagined it would be

this dark without you

the darkness that seemed to

topple down my soul

the darkness I once ignored

for you are there

holding closely as I fear

It seems just a while

but no, it’s been a long while

a long while

since you walked away

unnoticed

it numbed my mind

froze my heart

I can’t take you out of

my life

I need to touch you again

I need to hold you close in

my arms

I miss you that’s what

I wanna say

I love you, I want you

to stay

It’s been ten years dad

ten years and I am mad

‘cos I can’t have you back

 

You will be 70 years old today dad, i hope your having a birthday blast in heaven. ❤❤❤

A Stolen Goodbye

Day 13 NaPoWriMo

Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen.

For this prompt, I am writing this for my dad who passed away many years ago. He left. I never had the chance to say goodbye. He left. And I didn’t give him the chance to say goodbye either.  A stolen moment of a good goodbye.

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braving through the rain
on a windy morning
struggling in vain
only to see you gazing

running through the stairs
as I gasp for air
wishing you’d be there
with a smile to spare

entering a crowded room
my body began to shiver
looking for your face I roam
you’re there no more, I wonder

gushing through a deep sigh
truth began to unravel
knowing you’re not there, I cry
deep inside I die, as I travel

longing for one, just one day
can I have a moment, to give back
what I have stolen on that early May
a chance to bid goodbye, dad

still waiting…

 

 

 

Linking to Kate’s https://aroused.blog/2020/04/12/friday-fun-waiting-2/

Waiting for the lockdown to be over has made me discovered the joys of being alone; it entails a lot of good things than bad. So instead of wallowing over the pain of being alone, allow me to celebrate with you the joys of being alone.

1.The joy of Solitude

Being alone allows me to be by myself where my thoughts are my only companion.
We need a moment to reconnect deeply again into ourselves, listen carefully again into our inner thoughts, and touch tenderly back our souls. We travel more when we are alone because we reflect more. It is also the time when we began to realize that we can actually survive alone: alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.

It will also be a time to celebrate the good in others, speak only for words of kindness and walk with the knowledge that though you are physically alone at the moment, some accompany you in their thoughts… you are not alone after all.

 

2. The joy of “Slowing Down”

We all know that life is not a race, nor some sort of a game. Being alone allows us to slow down and enjoy the little things around us- the coffee your drinking, the cute little nails that you have, the color of your skin, the blessings that you have: these will bring you the greatest of all joys and smiles because being alive should never be enough to make you happy. You need to slow down and detach yourself from all sorts of distractions and that can only happen when you are alone.

 

3. The joy of “Saving Money”

You see when you are alone you save a lot of money. For one being alone is a lot cheaper than spending time with others. You can just literally sit down and do just close to nothing. You can enjoy imagining things around you. When you are with other people at some point you will be spending money. Spend some time alone with yourself every now and then and you will eventually realize how much money you have actually saved.

 

4. The joy of “Simple life”

We might have already forgotten the beautiful scent of the sheets we slept in at night because we are too busy catching up on the day’s events and activities. Being alone will make us appreciate this and other simple joys life has to offer.

 

5. The joy of “Not hearing/listening to unnecessary information”

Let’s admit it, when we are with other people we tend to either talk or hear about things that aren’t really necessary in life. Some of our friends may be the ones unintentionally feeding us information that may directly or indirectly affect our sense of well being. And so being alone sometimes may unclutter our minds from all those unnecessary information that has been in store

6. The joy of “Staying more focused”

We have to remember that as human beings we should not only be focusing on completing certain tasks or certain goals. We need to focus more on ourselves. With the advent of technology, we have forgotten who we really are and what we are living for. Very few individuals are capable of understanding themselves as individuals  – most of us simply behave without understanding who we really are. Understanding oneself will only happen if we spend some time alone focusing on ourselves and our thoughts.

I Died a Sudden Death

 

 

 

I used to be the only one
people are usually afraid of
I carry on with me for centuries
viruses that kill
hundreds of people
children and old alike
rich or poor
science has found a cure
for one of the viruses I carried
but little did they know
I was up for another yet stronger
and more potent one

 

But I, am saddened by the turn of events recently

 

I drive people crazy
they put all sorts of protective device
and prevent me from entering their homes
and invade their privacy and goodnight sleep, but I still made my way through
it made them even nuts
imagine seeing them applying all kinds of chemicals unto their bodies
believing I’d be driven away?
ahhh it made me the happiest
little monster of all times
But I, again am saddened by the turn of events recently

 

 

in just a snap of a finger
people forget about me
they no longer are scared of me
I suddenly became irrelevant
I am no longer as popular as I used to be
ohhh the ego in a little monster in me is hurt
why? what happened?
who surpassed my popularity?
whose more deadly than I am now?
But I,  then again am saddened by the turn of events recently
I used to sneak in the dark
and scare them with my
little buzzing sound
people, why have you suddenly forgotten
about me?
is this how it’s supposed to end?
I am right here
ready anytime to suck your blood
and leave you with something to die for

 

 

Hey you, I’m right here.

Suddenly, I died, a sudden death.

 

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Day 6

Today’s prompt is ekphrastic in nature – but rather particular! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem from one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.

 

In a response also to Sadje’s What Do You See? https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/

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My Saga Continuous Part 2

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The afternoon train ride reminds me of the young boys and girls who are victims of abuse and violence. Once again, my heart bleeds and my words came pouring down.

 

Mama, I Remember

 

I was young and innocent
didn’t know what’s goin’ on
but I heard him call you a whore
for wearing a nice dress at a party
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I was playful and mischievous
and always gets me in trouble
but I heard him blame you for that
you were useless, he said
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I came home from school one day
you were knocked out crying on the floor
and I heard him say that’s what you get
for being arrogant and trying to fight back
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I never understood why
why you never run away let alone
fight back and speak up
but I heard him challenged you to leave
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

I witnessed you being beaten up to death
you tried to run away for the first time
it angered him even more
then I saw him with a gun
I kept my silence
but, mama I remember

It was I, who pulled the trigger
and shoot him to death
bang!….
one loud gunshot ended everything
mama, I remembered
It was I, not you

Don’t keep your silence mama
because I remember
My saga on creating awareness to end violence continuous as I explore stories of Abused  Children who killed their Abusive Fathers.

Children are the silent victims of abuse and violence.
In January 2016, kate of Calmkate posted ” Love Kills” (read more of her post in this link https://aroused.blog/2016/06/01/love-that-kills/), in this post she explores domestic violence that leads to killing and made a passionate plea to end it.

Two compelling stories of abused children who killed their abusive fathers have caught my attention as I was writing this post. The story of Bresha from Ohio and that of the Khachaturyan sisters from Russia.
In the early morning of July 28, 2016, Jonathan Meadows was shot in the head while he was sleeping on the couch. Police arrested Bresha, then 14, and transported her to a juvenile detention center in Warren, Ohio.
According to Bresha’s mother Meadows, 41, was an abusive husband, for the better part of two decades, he beat and controlled her. Bresha and her two older siblings, Brianna and Jonathan Jr., bore witness to the violence.

One evening Mikhail Khachaturyan, a father and war veteran realized that his living room wasn’t tidy and clean enough, so he blamed his three daughters for this, and summoned them one by one and doused each with pepper spray.
According to court records, such violence and abuse were not unusual in the Khachaturyan household.
Maria, Angelina, and Krestina Khachaturyan decided they couldn’t take it anymore. They waited for their father to fell asleep and attacked him with a kitchen knife and a hammer. He tried to fight back for a while but died within minutes.

Bresha, Maria, Angelina, and Krestina are just four of the many  Abused Children who killed their Abusive fathers.

Please don’t let this be your child’s story, and know that more than anyone else it is these little ones who will be compromised.  Give them the chance of a better life, provide them with a happy and healthy home environment, and don’t make them lose their sense of awe and innocence. Help them develop their love and compassion for humanity. These will all happen if you start taking the stand and speak up.
If you are experiencing abuse and violence at home,  speak up, and seek help.

If you are a victim and are afraid to speak up feel free to tell your story in the comment box below. I guarantee that  will privacy will be highly protected

LET’S TALK;  It may HELP you!

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Source:
Melissa Jeltsen, HuffPost. Date Retrieved
July 17, 2019 https://www.google.com/amp/s/m.huffpost.com/us/entry/us_5a794b8be4b00f94fe945e10/amp

NATALIYA VASILYEVA, Associated Press. Date Retrieved July 17, 2019 https://www.google.com/amp/s/abcnews.go.com/amp/International/wireStory/outrage-russia-abused-teen-sisters-charged-murder-64144147

Summer on a Rainy Day

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Not long after you were born

summer arrives,

flowers bloom

as nature prepares itself

for a month-long of

sunshine….

You are dependable, friendly

and happier than others;

“the happier you are the

more joy you will share with

the world around you”

that’s what you always say.

You never wanna be famous

or filthy rich

but hey, you were born along

Mark Zuckerberg and John F. Kennedy;

unbelievably amazing

we always thought…

I loved your silly quirky smile

as you received my little

“do it myself” card

“you’re the sweetest”

you’ll say

it melts my heart always.

I never like outdoor

nor the beach but

you always wanna celebrate there

so I went with my swimsuit

and sandals every year

only because you insist…

It’s not your birthday yet dad

but I missed you.

and I remembered you.

you would have been 66 this year;

thinking of you feels like summer

on a rainy day……

 

 

 

 

 

In the Silence of my Heart

In the silence of my heart and from a distance my prayer today goes out to a really dear friend who’s son passed away.

“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.”

―Ernest Hemingway

Goodbye Zoe (Poem for Zoe )

I am reblogging this post. Zoe just passed away today after 8 months of fighting for her life she is finally now in heaven.
My daughter and the rest of her friends are saddened by this.

May you watch over us, Zoe…

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I have a very heartbreaking story to tell. My youngest daughter who is 12 years old has a bestfriend of 6 years. Her name is Zoe.

Zoe has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer (yes a 12 year old girl with an ovarian cancer).. she underwent surgery last February 2016. Unfortunately, her situation worsened since then. After several chemotherapy sessions, blood transfusions and other medical procedures; the doctors decided not to go through another surgery anymore.

Currently, Zoe has gone bald. There has been water retention in her body making her look like a pregnant young woman.

I cannot imagine how her family is coping.

As a mom myself i am deeply saddened by this. My daughter and Zoe literally grew up together.

This afternoon my daughter ask me to critic a poem she wrote for Zoe.

ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU

No matter what happens
No one will forget you
No…

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