Poetry by Mich
who lights you up?
Light
you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side
as i sail on the distraught
troubled water in stride
together
let’s navigate
steady hands at stake
hearts prepared to brave
biggest storms greatest waves
you’re my light
you’re my life
i need you by my side
it has always been you
my light my life
always
For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/27/what-do-you-see-114-december-27-2021/
It wasn’t long ago that trick and treating
was so much fun, where kids gather hanging
around the streets with their specialized masks on
creatively made by their doting moms for this occasion
as their annoyed dads yelled over and complained
for a burnt cupcake in the oven or a dish uncooked.
It wasn’t long ago that homes were opened widely
for these adorable little ones, joyfully and happily
wanting to gather as many candies and sweets as they can
counting every bit of pieces, as a certain kid named Joann
is heard crying over a lost piece of candy or a stolen chocolate
from the notoriously naughty boy around, who is always late.
It wasn’t long ago, that masks were worn for fun,
for enjoyment, and for creating special bonds with everyone
it could be a friend, a loved one, or just a random fellow
on a party, on any occasion, on a bone fire with marshmallow
but mostly to put a smile on every child’s face in a voice so upbeat
knocking at your doors shouting at the top of their lungs “trick or treat”.
It wasn’t really long ago, because for now, this year maybe
it will all be just a memory not so long ago, we say
masks will still be worn every moment everywhere but not to have fun
or do trick or treat, but to combat a virus that kills like a gun
murdering excitement, enjoyment, and amusement in Halloween
he who truly scares destroys and ends fun in Halloween.
P. S.
When I think of Orange, (color) I think of Halloween. So this poem is posted and inspired by kate’s Friday Fun – Orange
And Eugenia’s weekly prompt/photo: an orange giant pumpkin house – normally used to adorn homes and streets during Halloween
https://scvincent.com/2020/07/16/thursday-photo-prompt-glisten-writephoto/
(For visually challenged writers, the image shows a twilit beach, the sea shimmering in the low light. There are rocky islets silhouetted against the water and what might be a figure, running towards…or away from the waves.)
a sparkling light reflected
upon my dreams
as I chase you down
the crashing tides
the raging waves
my heart keeps racing
as my troubled thoughts
began to settle
upon the sight
of your reflection,
just a reflection
of a memory
for in my sleep
a light glistens
a reality awakens
that you remain
a figment in my dreams
a shadow in the dark
a memory in the past
and never my reality
Oh, my dear summer
and rain
and goodbye
why did you conspire
to break my heart
altogether at once
why do I have to remember
you both, as
the happiest
and the saddest
memory
like a photograph
capturing
every smile
not knowing
the loneliness
behind
the gloomy feeling
after each radiant
and charming smile
my dearest summer, rain
and goodbye please cease
to connive and stop breaking my heart
altogether, at once
(For a visually challenged reader, the image shows a camera capturing the image of a woman in color, while the rest of the image is in black and white. There are lots of tools on the wall behind the camera)
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/06/29/what-do-you-see-36-29-june-2020/
If I could dream a dream
it would be a magical realm
a place over the 9th cloud,
connected to earth
by a rainbow
bridge
it’s pure magic;
I feel it in my soul
as much as my eyes
can see
a valley of green
luscious infinite horizon
where the adorable
stegosaurus
is my sleek
brand new gray BMW
taking me to all the fairyland
and underground magic
where humans
and fairies,
goblins, elves,
trolls, witches,
giants, and talking animals
live in perfect harmony
with love
and great respect
with humility
and understanding
if only I could dream a dream
P. S
A little something to make everyone smile amidst the current pandemic. We should never stop dreaming nor stop hoping.
Together let’s dream, hope and pray.
This too will end.
Image credit – Pixabay ; DianaZG
(For visual challenged readers, the image shown a boy standing next to a Stegosaurus, dinosaur I a park land)
For Sadje’s what do you see
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/06/08/what-do-you-see-33-8-june-2020/
For: https://scvincent.com/2020/06/04/thursday-photo-prompt-veiled-writephoto-2/
(For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green horizon, beyond which the mist veils a hill topped with strange rock formations)
she veiled her face
as she walks herself
to the misty mountain
with the hope of
finding solace
and solitude
for life wasn’t
the same the day
she was confirmed
to have been infected
by the deadly and contagious
COVID 19
and
even after a medical certificate
has been released to say
she is free of the virus
neighbors and friends
and sadly even relatives
still regard her
as a bearer of the
contagious
virus
so
the mountain
might be just
her home
for now
and who knows
forever
Dedicated to all covid 19 survivors who are experiencing discrimination.
My thoughts and prayers are with you.
come sit with me
let’s talk about
how things used to be
when the world was better
and things were nicer
when a walk in the beach
alongside a crowd
was full of fun
bumping at each other
making new friends
along the way
when watching
the sunset
was so much joy
while arguing as who
had the best shot
or who captured
the raging red-orange color
transitioned into a soft
pale yellow hue
as the sky awaits
for night
to take over
and when darkness
sweep over
I’d lay my head on your shoulder
as we watch the world in
beautiful, complete chaos
the waves came crashing
the wind is blowing
slowly
carefully
drifting
into a goodnight sleep
P.S.
I bet this is how my afternoon conversation with my father be like, if he is still alive, with the current pandemic. He will remind me of how we would hurry down the beach (in Boracay, we spent so many summers there) just to witness the crowd gathered waiting for the sunset. We had by then the traditional camera, each of us will try our luck for one best sunset shot which we will only get to see the following day because we need to bring it to the shop for printing purposes.
(Sunset in Bali, December 2019)
For Kate’s Friday fun – crowd https://aroused.blog/2020/05/15/friday-fun-crowds/
For Sadje’s What do you See?https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/05/18/what-do-you-see-30-18-may-2020/
come sit with me
and let’s talk about
fairy tales and how
dreams do come true
that’s what we always do
in the afternoon
before sunset
just after
an afternoon nap
you told me
of how dreams
could come true
just willingly
use the power of
your imagination
you always say
it will help you create
ideas and thoughts
and beliefs
that other can’t
then plan and act
and take them with you
as you sleep
dream about it
always
believe
it will happen
come sit with me dear
that’s what you always say
to me, back then as a little girl
running wildly
joyfully and playfully
skipping, hopping
from foot to foot
on the ground
then, I’ll sit beside you
and you’d tell me
for so many times always
of how your own “fairy tale”
came true
and your “dreams do come true”
happen, and it began
by the birth of a lovely
little cute baby girl
you fondly call
“my princess”
P. S
I loving memory of my father who made me believe in “happy endings”, in “fairy tales” and most especially in “dreams do come true”
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 a feast by the first sight of you.
Your shining in golden jade color is what I adore about you
But you change 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 you’re 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
michnavs 