i know i shouldn’t make excuses,
to love gently with magic kisses;
for even the hardest of all hearts
melt when filled with caresess.

so tonight i send you this light,
to guide your way make it right;
for no matter how great our strife
i love you eventhough and despite.

the space between us is daunting,
we can go on endless blame throwing;
for lo, truth be told it is our own doing
love left us before we started believing.

and so upon this blurry midnight sky,
i ask the universe to send you a lullaby;
with warm embraces and a loving cry
“i love you, let’s give it another try.”

For Sadje’s

Heaven (Sealed and Delivered)

Heaven (Sealed and Delivered)


they say is peace
tonight your kiss;
i tasted, and i thought

what would i need to do
to keep your kiss forever?


they say is joy
tonight your embrace;
i felt, and i wondered

how much longer
can i hold you in my arms?


they say is utopia
tonight your love;
i welcomed, and i pondered

how much would it cost
to have your love always?


i write this letter
to you my love;
sealed, and i marveled

will heaven hear my plea
to have you ’till eternity?

For Reena’s

Missing Piece

Missing Piece

the picturesque city
that once lured my youth is now empty and dull,
the vibrant university belt
that once enticed my innocence is now idle and dreary,
the chaotic intersection
that once charmed my imagination is now bare and somber,
for it has one missing piece;

the melodious hyms of love
that once made me giggle is now
jarring and harsh,
the joyous rhythm of poetic rhymes
that once made me dream is now
gloomy and sad,
the cheerful verses
that once made me chuckle is now
depressing and sad,
for it has one missing piece;

the sweetness and bitterness
of coffee that once perked up my mood is now bland and flat,
the delicious taste of croissant
that once made me indulge with gusto
is now unpleasant and horrible,
the flavorful and delectable foods
that once tempted my fussy taste
is now stale and boring,
for it has one missing piece;

everything just turned sad and blue,
everything just turned stale and gray,
everything just turned muted and faded,
even this poem has lost its heart and soul;
without you.

For Eugi’s Prompt

Impending Gust

Impending Gust

sunsets are to remind you
of an impending night so blue
a night that’s never been better
with you, we created together;

’bout love, through daylight
that never lasted to the night,
’bout love, through sunshine
that hated, cold summer rain.

when will love be, truly ever
not only through the better,
nor just for the still wind, but
also for the gust of the surge;

sudden brief rush of anger
outburst. emotion. gustily


i am off prompt for NaPoWriMo

Our prompt for today asks you to write a portrait poem that focuses on or plays with the meaning of the subject’s name. This could be a self-portrait, a portrait of a family member or close friend, or even a portrait of a famous or historical person.

For Eugi’s

The Evil Out of the Basket, I Let it All Out(after e.e. cummings)

The Evil Out of the Basket, I Let it All Out
(after e.e. cummings)

my hand reached out for yours, sadly you refused to choose
the need to take a stand, a battle i tried to withstand;
in my solitude i do nothing but grieve in silence
’till i can hold my tongue no more, you don’t understand.

your slightest trigger provokes the bad in me
though i have chose not to take the evil out of the basket
you always find a better way, to let it all out
(with little or nothing at all), the worst just flashed out.

if you wish to understand this heart of mine
i, will make you see the life that i long thee
as every wind blows the dying petal each day
so as my light dims slowly, fading away;

for nothing in this world can diminish
the light within my soul, but the power
upon which you have control, so take me
as i am, or let death be my eternal respite.

(i don’t know what it is about you) that makes
my knees weaker than it has already been,
my strength is your strength; my love is your
love, my life is your life; despite everything.

For Sadje’s WDYS

For day 25

Here’s our prompt for the day. Begin by reading e e cummings’ poem [somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond]. This is a pretty classic love poem, so well-known that it has spawned at least one silly meme. Today’s prompt challenges you to also write a love poem, one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places.

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond (e e cummings)

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Honesty ( A Hay (na) ku)

Honesty ( A Hay (na) ku)

me with
the love of

ocean to
the sky completely

me with
the love of

sunset to
the sea setting

late afternoon
with vibrant glee

me with
your gentle kisses

me crazy
with your caresses

me with
honesty of intentions

ko ako
lang walang kahati.

Day 21 of NaPoWriMo

Today we close out the first three weeks of Na/GloPoWriMo! We’ve just nine days left to go until April comes to a close.

Our featured participant today is clayandbranches, where the “future archeology” prompt for Day 20 brings us a lecture from the Cephalopod Academy.

Our daily resource is the BBC’s archive of poetry-related writing, where you’ll find essays and articles aplenty, exploring different poets, poems, and poetic forms.

Last but not least, here’s today’s (optional) prompt. Begin by reading Sarah Gambito’s poem “Grace.” Now, choose an abstract noun from the list below, and then use that as the title for a poem that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.


Happy writing!

👉 my take, i chose the word honesty and in honor of my country, the Philippines i am using the poetic form hay (-na)ku invented by a fellow Filipino poet Eileen Tabios.

and instead or using invented words i used Filipino words in the last stanza:

ko ako
lang walang kahati.

which means: i just want it to be me completely

For Eugi’s Moonwashed Challenge.

Now or Never(A Deconstructed Memento Poem)

Now or Never
(A Deconstructed Memento Poem)

Christopher Marlowe painted love
swooning his beloved;
will all the enchantment to prove
love is magic indeed;

fast forward to today, i say
loving can be a bane;
it could be nowadays a “nay”
causing heart to disdain;

what future poets would say ’bout
loving someone to death;
it would be different and out
partnership it will set;

so dear love me truly today
for Marlowe’s not around;
to deem
the future of love still is gray
poets will buckle down;

it’s now or never dear.

Day 20

Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist? The object or site of study could be anything from a “World’s Best Grandpa” coffee mug to a Pizza Hut, from a Pokemon poster to a cellphone.

For David’ Weave Weekly

Destiny asks us to write a poem using the Memento poetic form, this is a poem about a holiday or an anniversary, consisting of two stanzas. Each of the two stanza has 6 lines, syllables 8-6-2-8-6-2; rhyming: a/b/c/a/b/c.

If we like we can add an extra stanza and we don’t have to confine our words to an anniversary or celebration but, explore a moment or an emotion, if that’s where our thoughts take us.

👉 my take: a future prediction of love in consonance with the past and present; and a Memento form choosing love as emotion, ending with a drop line.

Love Me In The Agony of Oceans (A Sonnet)

Love Me In The Agony of Oceans (A Sonnet)

love we know is a many splendid thing
made famous by lovers and romantics,
when love happens at first sight, there is zing
it hypes you up like poems in iambics.

does it mean, there isn’t love in heartache?
where is it in the middle of anguish?
when you are there, i am here smiles are fake,
this hurt i can’t take please let it vanguish.

does it mean, there isn’t love in distance?
where is it when bounded by uncoupling?
oh, dear i am left in torment for once
bring me love’s greatest melody of song.

love me in the agony of oceans
love me in the silence of the great winds.

our daily prompt, once again pulled from our archives. Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For example, if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.”

All For Their Amore Waiting Home(A Shanty)

All For Their Amore Waiting Home
(A Shanty)

from coast to coast
they sail
welcome on board
they yell.

they moor, unmoor
vessels in ports
they secure, unsecure
cargo as well.

it’s a work
from dusk ’till dawn
all for their amore
waiting home.

off to explore
come rain or shine
the world ’round
they drift, they float,
they bob.

’round the world
they go, all for
their amore
waiting home.

at sun down
they mourn and frown
missin’ home, land
in town.

at the break of dawn
they yawn and pray
another day, to
float and play.

sea is a ghost town
it’s okay, they won’t
back down, all for
their amore
waiting home.

Author’s Note:

I am from the Philippines, the world’s largest supplier of seafarers. We played an important role in the supply of seafarers, which are the foundation of global logistics.

The Philippines is a third world country with a struggling economy, and a very few or minimal job offerings that could uplift the living condition of anyone working. In this case, young Filipino men (most, if not all) dreamt of becoming a seafarer one day, with the hope of providing enough for their families.

Filipino seafarers are the sons of fishermen, carpenters and rice farmers. They left behind lives in provincial villages where they could expect to make at $1000 a month. Ten times the amount, often earned locally.

This is the reason why despite the challenges and difficulties of  maritime work, they opted to stay because it reaps high financial rewards. And they do it, all for the love of their families and loved ones left at home.

Day 10 NaPoWriMo

Today’s daily prompt again comes from our archives. I challenge you to write a sea shanty (or shantey, or chanty, or chantey — there’s a good deal of disagreement regarding the spelling!) Anyway, these are poems in the forms of songs, strongly rhymed and rhythmic, that sailors might sing while hauling on ropes and performing other sea-going labors. Probably the two most famous sea shanties (at least before TikTok gave us The Wellerman) are What Shall We Do With A Drunken Sailor? and Blow the Man Down. And what should your poem be about? Well, I suppose it could be about anything, although some nautical phrases tossed into the chorus would be good for keeping the sea in your shanty. Haul away, boys, haul away!

It Ain’t Love If Not You ( A Sonnet)

It Ain’t Love If Not You ( A Sonnet)

it ain’t love if it’s not about you dear
for i can’t have anyone else but you
you are the reason my sky is brighter
you make the rainbow the prettiest hue.

with you the grass is greener and shinier
birds are chirpier, its song beats of you
its tune is your melodious hum so clear
the wind whistles a lullaby for you.

with you one hour is just a minute
without you a minute is forever
god becomes a jolly-bearded spirit
and everyone around is prettier.

my love for you just grows stronger each day
‘cos it ain’t loving if it’s not for you.

Day 9 of NaPoWriMo

Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own sonnet. Incorporate tradition as much or as little as you like – while keeping in general to the theme of “love.”

A traditional sonnet is 14 lines long, with each line having ten syllables that are in iambic pentameter (where an unstressed syllable is followed by a stressed syllable). While love is a very common theme in sonnets, they’re also known for having a kind of argumentative logic, in which a problem is posed in the first eight lines or so, discussed or argued about in the next four, and then resolved in the last two lines.