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and in the twilight of my life when my world will be partially illuminated where there is neither darkness nor light all I ever wish to have is that single speck of light, that single spark of joy with you for I love you from the morn’ of my soul ’till the dusk of my breath and I will love you even more in the midnight of my being when the whole world is in perfect silence my heart screams loudly of your name like it’s the last word I am gonna utter your name and yours alone
So, go ahead. Love like no other. Love like there isn’t tomorrow. Love like it’s your last chance to love. Love like it’s your last chance of happiness. Love like it’s your last chance of sanity. And, love with a promise of FOREVER.
Jco, that’s how we call you named after the famous soft and fluffy almost cake-like donut we fell in love with; friends and relatives argue about their safety around you, you are compactly-built, muscular, fast, and powerful, standing between 26 to 29 inches at the shoulder your body is sleek but substantial, and is covered with a glistening golden brown hue they are scared of you, if they only knew how kind and sweet and adorable you are, they’d love you too I swear
you won’t eat without me by your side and now that we are apart, oceans apart I know you have learned to eat by yourself but that makes me really sad
you outlived Maggi our pomeranian and Otaku our mini pinscher the passing of those two cute furries I witnessed you cry you had sleepless nights when Otaku died so we decided to get you someone your kind Macky arrived at your delight you were energetic and lively again but little did we realize that you are such a spoiler big brother gone are those days when you wanted to be fed first and gone are those days when you wanted your place to get cleaned first even in your daily bath, you wanted Macky to be the first
Now, you are aging… you no longer run as fast as you used to… nor jump high as you always do… and I don’t know what to write next… my heart is bleeding… just by the thought of it…
For Sadje’s WDY
I am reminded of my beloved dobberman JCO who passed away months ago.
quivering voice torn into pieces jammed words dashingly sealed tongue-tied feelings suppressed a power uproars whispered unto thyself acclaimed thy heart longing to blaze conformed thy faith declared thy attempt to bestow equity thy affectionate feeling to love forever
Each day is an attempt to be better in loving you dear…
today’s poem is from my latest poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are” available in Amazon for kindle file and paperback copy
I wish you’re beside me right now ‘cos there’s just so much I wanna tell you after all, you’re at your best listening to my stories your eyes, oh how I remember they light up to your heart’s desire when I giggle, when I laugh at my own faulty storytelling technique
I swear I could finally win, any word games you would challenge me for oh, I bet you didn’t know I’ve learned a lot overtime I’ve mastered it for a while and I would bet every single coin there is in my pocket for this
do you remember how I’d cry but I wouldn’t say a word why? I was hurt, so hurt I know you will be if I tell you why, but, with you no amount of words is needed nor a great amount of pep talk is required, with you heaven is on earth
and right now, just right now I wish you’re beside me there’s just so much I wanna tell you ‘cos papa, nothing beats your warm angelic embrace your comforting words and your heavenly presence
you are still, the only man who truly believes in me even when I say nothing at all and, I could trade anything just to be with you right now
and oh, papa, you miss another one of my birthdays again!
A late Father’s day poem for my papa in heaven wishing he is with me on my birthday (late birthday post too)
It has nothing to do with you, with what you did or did not do. It’s a cry of relief, a cry of sigh, and a cry of “coming home.”
It’s a cry for all the times I believed I was right (but was wrong). A cry for the many times I messed up (and you were never there to say “it’s ok”). A cry for the moments I was brave (but I was really scared). A cry for many occasions I was numbed (but feeling the pain). A cry for the times I needed help (and you were not around).
It’s a cry for all of my successful events and milestones (but you were not there). A cry for all the wonderful opportunities (you missed). A cry for the many times I sure did good (but you failed to witness).
I cry my love because it feels so good to be home, in your loving arms once again.
A cry of coming home.
Thank you for the entire good cry, my love…
Today’s poem is from my latest poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are”, available via Kobo.Com and Amazon (paperback and ebook/kindle file)
“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” “One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.” – Paulo Coelho