I Don’t Know How My New Year Would Be

I Don’t Know How My New Year Would Be

i don’t know how New Year would be
without striking display of fireworks to see
loud noise signaling a welcome celebration
endless list of what to be’s and what not to be’s new year’s resolution
i don’t know how New Year would be
without singing “Auld Lang Syne” with glee
eating black eyed peas for goodluck
or a mignight kiss honoring a year ahead full of love
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

i wanna thank you baby what a wonderful year it was
i am eternally grateful, you have my deepest thanks
my heart is filled with nothing but respect and appreciation
with so much gratitude so it’s time for celebration
i can never thank you enough for the things that you do for me
your constant effort to make me happy is highly appreciated
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

it felt like I should do something to stop the flow of time and pause
cos i’m afraid time would be unkind to me, to you and to us
’twas the best year i swear, both unprecedented and little ironic
a year that left us speechless, but made us dauntless in panic
but i don’t know how my new year would be without you baby

so i wanna thank you baby and please stay

HAPPY NEW YEAR dear WP friends and poets

My Santa Claus

My Santa Claus

giant socks hanging at our window pane. the night before Christmas you asked me “please my little princess Santa’s coming I need your socks hanging before Christmas eve”.

Christmas day, I ran underneath the tree. wanna see how many gifts you had for me, but you said “please, my little princess, check your socks I think Santa dropped by last night”.

Christmas gifts from you were made up, of toys and clothes and I would be disappointed somehow for I want something else. then you’d say “please my little princess check what Santa had for you”.

my giant sock hanging on the windowpane was filled with books and drawing materials, then you said and smiled, “please, my little princess go check carefully if these were exactly what you asked from Santa”.

I was twelve years old. my twelfth Christmas. I stopped hanging socks. you said: “please my little princess bear with Santa, he only drops gifts on the socks of little girls; he will have yours wrapped underneath the Christmas tree”.

that same Christmas day, I ran underneath the tree, the biggest and most beautiful box was for me; then you said “please my little princess read what the card has to say”.

Santa wrote, “this is the beginning of your gifts underneath the Christmas tree, you’re a big girl now my little princess, love, Santa forever”.

it’s been many years and many Christmases Dad. Christmas will never be the same without you. 

My most vivid childhood memory was undoubtedly Christmas. Christmas was always a big event in my family. As a child, my favorite part about Christmas was the presents, food, and family around. Each day my brother would announce the number of days left. As a tradition, on Christmas eve, we would gather for a Christmas dinner.

I would barely sleep throughout the night because at every little noise I would want to get up and catch Santa in the act; although, my parents especially my papa, were very good at hiding his identity and it took me many years to finally catch “Santa”. I was 12. In the morning, when the sun would finally start peaking over Sunrise mountain, my younger brother would run and jump on me in excitement, it was something I looked forward to. My brother made the holidays the best experiences. He would tell me a story on how Santa was just there and how I missed him, then we would proceed to look through our stockings and try to guess what the presents were. The hardest part was trying to wait for my parents to wake up, I would sneak in the room and make little sounds to slightly wake them, without them knowing it was me or on purpose. It took me many years to finally figure out that my papa was Santa, and that they had stayed up all night wrapping and setting up Christmas so, consequently, they were exhausted the day after. Nevertheless, they’d manage to wake up on Christmas day knowing that we will all be enthusiastically waiting for them to say “it’s Christmas day, time to unwrap your gifts”.

How time flies by so fast, I’m no longer a child and of course, I knew who Santa is but he will always be part of my childhood Christmas memory.

MERRY CHRISTMAS to all my beloved WP friends and a BLESSED 2022.

An Angel In Soliloquy

An Angel In Soliloquy

’twas not easy
will never be easy
seeing the world go crazy
watching people die so easily

’twas not easy
will never be easy
hearing the news
waiting for a solace

the world i once adore
the world i once care
the world i once share
my love with one another

must it be over?
or just a reminder?

for Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/13/what-do-you-see-112-december-13-2021/

Mich

“Life is a series of pulls back and forth… A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. Most of us live somewhere in the middle. A wrestling match…Which side win? Love wins. Love always wins”

― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

Hello everyone! 

You have showered my poetry with so much love over the last two years. So, I thought I take this chance to thank y’all again and reintroduce myself, especially because I could see so many new followers every day.

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My name is Michelle, friends, and family calls me Mich, that’s why I go by “Poetry by Mich” in all of my social media accounts.

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I graduated with a degree in Journalism, but pursued a career in the academe as a teacher and later a College Professor.

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I started writing poetry when I was a little girl, with my father whom I fondly call “papa” as my mentor and inspiration.

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I started an anonymous blog in April 2013. And even with my anonymity, I could see people follow my blog site.

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2019, changed everything when I published my first book “After Rain Skies: a compilation of true and inspiring stories of abuse and violence”. I had to reveal my true identity.

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2020, the pandemic happened. People were stuck at home and traveling or going out was literally impossible. I took solace in writing more poetry at home. 

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December 2020, “What If Snowflakes Don’t Fall In Winter?” was born. It went on the number 3 trending spot in KOBO. COM, the paperback copy was released in January of 2021. We sold over 300 copies in the first week of the announcement.

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February 2021, I published another book “Oh! Dear One”, a compilation of poetry for the persevering soul written at the height of worldwide lockdowns and travel restrictions.

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May 2021, I published another poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are”. I was so thrilled to see it in the top 3 trending ebooks in Kobo for the 5 consecutive days, and what’s more thrilling was when it made it to the Amazon Best Sellers list on Poetry in Love

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August 2021, I published another poetry book “I Will Love You Forever Too”. I went straight to No. 1 spot (Poetry book in Love) both in KOBO.COM and AMAZON in less than 24 hours of its release. And up to this writing, I still couldn’t believe it. It’s something most authors could only hope and dream of. But, yeah dreams do come true.

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lastly, allow me to say that whatever life throws at you, go back to the basics and ask yourself: what and who matters most in my life? Because sometimes we get so caught up by all of our worries and concerns and troubles and problems that we tend to forget the reason why we juggle to try and survive life: we do it for our loved ones. at the end of the day, regardless of LOVE wins. LOVE always wins!

Walls

Walls

who said walls don’t have ears?
they have
my silent mourners to all my fears
the sole eyewitness to all my tears
my constant ally all through these years

who said walls don’t breathe?
they do
they breathe air to my breathless lungs
my only comfortable solace place
in my distress and sadness

walls don’t crumble
walls don’t fall
easily

but

slowly
my walls are down
they are gone

liberating.

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/12/06/what-do-you-see-111-december-6-2021/

Launch Pad Round Up

I am sharing the Launch Pad Round-Up of Chris Hall, to which she featured brilliant authors, poets, and storytellers; and I am so honored to be part of the list. Thank you Chris for honoring us in your blog.

Head over to her site to read more https://lunas-online.com/2021/12/03/launch-pad-round-up/

Alkansya

Alkansya (A Poetic Flash Fiction)

it’s true what they say
that love defies time
no matter how long
it will stay

that’s how i am writing
the love story so endearing
of my *lolo and *lola
a love that knows no bound

*lolo is gone, gone in heaven
and as a loving remembrance
*lola insists on telling their story
there’s just one problem ‘though

*lola is no way able to write, able to read
never been to school, never been educated
for life was hard, so one day she decided
to smash her most precious kept *alkansya

“*apo, go buy that thing you call laptop,
so you can write how your *lolo in heaven
love *lola so much”

*lolo –Filipino word for grandfather
*lola – Filipino word for grandmother
*alkansya -Filipino word for a coin bank
*apo- Filipino word for grandchild

For Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/29/what-do-you-see-110-november-29-2021/

I Should Have Kissed You Mine (Spoken word poetry)

I Should Have Kissed You Mine

I never realized love could hurt so much
until I saw you walk away
it hurt so much ‘cos I was too proud, too proud to tell you I love you, I just kissed you without saying a word
I thought that kiss should have sealed the deal, instead it broke us apart
I should have poured my heart out, instead of pretending ’twas nothing
I should have said I love you, instead of letting you go

and when friends asked about you I pretended to be happy
but truth is, just the mere mention of your name broke me into pieces, shattered me
and there is nothing I can do, but just think of you and what to do with a life without you
‘cos when I think of you, I think of the day I let you go
I let you go without fighting a good damn fight
I should have said I love you, instead of letting you go

and it may be too late to say, but i’ll say it anyway
I am sorry for kissing you without telling you why
I am sorry for letting you walk away instead of stopping you
I am sorry for giving up on you without even trying
I am sorry, I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

now I am too late, too late a hero, so to say
how could i let it happen so fast?
I waited, yes, just waited, I thought waiting was enough
I thought waiting will make you come back
I thought waiting will be my only chance to finally tell you how I feel
but baby waiting wasn’t enough
I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

I should have kissed you mine, instead of kissing you goodbye
I should have asked you out, but I did not,
I was too young, too dumb to make the bold move, too silly to take the big leap
I should have loved you when you were with me
I should have told you I love you, when I had the chance

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I Will Love You Forever, Again

I Will Love You Forever, Again

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i could barely remember the reason, the story behind
we parted ways, we said goodbye
but the pain of letting go, saying adieu
broke me in million little pieces
shattered me in million more ways

it’s been many days, many months, many years
we have moved on, we have moved forward
i could barely remember the challenges, the obstacles
i went through just to get by
forgetting you wasn’t easy, ’twas so damn hard
i was torn apart, i was wrecked, i was fragmented
i grieved in silence, i suffered in perfect serenity

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i could count more days, more months, many more years
i’ve mastered the art of smiling while agonizing
i’ve mastered the skills of being broken yet whole
i’ve mastered the way to move on while wanting to look back

it’s been many days, many months, many years
i am completely convinced, totally assured
that you are but, a fragment of my dream,
a beautiful memory of my past worth remembering as i smile, until on the 29th day
of the second month of the year,
you appeared my dear

and all the days, the months, the years that passed by were forgotten, set aside
would it be too late or too soon
to say my dear that i’ve missed you so
in all those days, those months
and those years, and if you may, let me say
“i promise to love you forever, again”

Appleseed (Jayson Polley)

This One’s For You

This One’s For You

this one’s for the child, the abandoned child in you
don’t blame her for the misfortunes you had
she was given up by choice, upon birth,
not even her fault
so if by some sad fate she was so hard and rebellious, forgive her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the girl, the broken girl in you
don’t shame her for the mishaps you had
she grew up lost and astray, in a place that sure was not hers
so if by some sad consequence she was delinquent, pardon her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the young lady, the assaulted young lady in you
don’t humiliate her for the violence you had
she trusted so much and believed in the good of humanity
so if by some sad repercussion she was violated, absolve her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the lady, the dumped lady in you
don’t disgrace her for the love you didn’t get
she was too young, too dumb and too naive
so if by some sad chance she was broken and hurt, acquit her for it was not her choice

this one’s for the woman, the abused woman in you
don’t condemn her for the exploitation you had
she was a victim, a silent victim
so if by chance she was hopeless and muted
condone her for it was not her choice

this one’s for you; abandoned, broken, assaulted, dumped, and abused
you are not alone, and you will never be

From an IG prompt hosted by Rosema of AReadingwriter #Novembernotes2021

Song -Satellite Call (Sara Bareilles)