Featured on Asian Times Now

poetrtbymich 💛💥💫 Featured on Asian Times Now, Asia’s biggest news agency

Below is an excerpt of the feature story, to read full feature story click this link https://asiantimesnow.com/michelle-ayon-navajas-bestselling-author-i-will-love-you-forever-too/

Michelle says “As for me I’d rather wait for the perfect time for things to happen and unfold on their own. We can always achieve greater things if we work hard and if we never give up. So, there is nothing that I would give up to become a better writer because everything that I have and everybody around me is what makes me a better writer.”

A Lifetime

A Lifetime

isn’t it odd that we are bound to have a list
of the things we wanna do before we go?

isn’t it peculiar that we do good deeds
because we want to be remembered?

what if we do things just as we want it to be
and just carry on with the daily life with glee?

what if we just say something nice
to anyone and everyone no dice?

we can try some random acts of kindness
no cameras, no other people to praise

we could volunteer in our community
and spread love around the city

we could visit or meet up with old friends
and reconnect with them it would be the best

or maybe, just maybe, we could love with all our hearts
no ifs, no buts, just take the chance and start

maybe then we’ll know what living truly means
that is letting go of our “before i die” list

after all who needs a list when we have
a lifetime of memories to make?

so baby, hold my hand and let’s live 
a lifetime together forever

For Sadje https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/07/what-do-you-see-120-february-7-2022/

Then Came Along You

Then Came Along You

my memory has become hazy
remembering what was crazy

my heart has become indifferent
loving like a true blooded poet

my soul has become cold
feeling the warmth so odd

my eyes has become bleak and blurry
looking for the future in a dark starry sky

my body has become weak and weary
fighting the urge to keep my bravery

then came along you

Written for:

Sadje’s WDYS https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/24/what-do-you-see-118-january-24-2022/

Eugi’s https://amanpan.com/eugis-weekly-prompt-hazy-january-25-2022/

You can still vote for my poem “Holding Hands” as Publication of the year at spillwords kindly click this link https://spillwords.com/vote/ and to all those who have voted, thank you very much

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/