August

I.

August my dear, is the
eight month of the year
and in the Northern Hemisphere
there’s so much fun in the sun,
as they wait for summer to end
autumn approaches, with hope
just like you my dearest;
you are the summer of my life
warm, thoughtful, and caring
you are my lovely falling autumn leaves
going into a winter rest

 

II.

i cannot think
of any better pair
of seasons of the year
to speak of my love
than summer and autumn;
I love you, with the warmth
of a hot summer day,
I love you with the grace
of autumn leaves falling effortlessly
(as i fall head over heels on you)
waiting, for a restful winter night

 

 

Written for Kate and Eugenia

https://aroused.blog/2020/08/01/friday-fun-a-pair/

https://amanpan.com/2020/08/03/eugis-weekly-prompt-august-august-3-2020/

 

P.S.

 

Join me as i spread my wings and explore poetry in instagram

My Dear Summer, Rain and Goodbye #whatdoyousee

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

 

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(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/

Barong Tagalog (a repost)

I heard the news of you leaving as someone from the other line was sobbing, crying, weeping. “He’s gone”, was all I can hear. I wept, I cried ’till I can’t cry anymore.

It was a warm summer morning.

You left without saying goodbye. Without notice. It broke my heart in pieces, I could die.

I told myself I’ll never go far away from you again, but what’s the point?

I was wounded, helpless, and even when far away an interrupted cry could be heard as I lament in desperation.

Distance is killing me.

The sun was shining but the rain came pouring when I flew back home to bid my goodbye.

You were smiling. You felt rested. And you look handsome as ever. I smiled back looking at you as I said “your barong Tagalog looks perfect on you”. I blew you a kiss like I used to.

I was ushered away, away from your side.

 

 

 

 

 

Note:  The Barong Tagalog, more commonly known as simply barong (and occasionally called baro), is an embroidered formal shirt and considered the national dress of the Philippines.
In Filipino culture it is a common formal attire

 

I am reposting this for Eugi’s prompt -Summer
https://amanpan.com/2020/06/22/eugis-weekly-prompt-summer-june-22-2020/

 

 

Snowflakes Did Fall (That Summer Morn’)

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For Sadje’s What Do You See https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/05/11/what-do-you-see-29-11-may-2020/

 

‘Twas just a few summers ago

when snowflakes miraculously fell

unto my skin like a little solid raindrop

snowflakes should never fall in summer

but it did, that summer morning

from little snowflakes to snowfall

my dreams of building a snowman

did happen, on a summer morning

when snowflakes should never fall

but it did, that summer morning

snow and cold in summer, not ideal

but I built my first snowman, lovely

then the second one, cheerful

and then the third one, beautiful

finally, the fourth one could look like you

the forecast calls for near-zero temperatures and cool weather for the week, it was odd

but it did, snowflakes even fell that summer

and I built a snowman in May

totally and odd

just as you left, without saying goodbye

that summer morning when the

the sun should be shining and the days

should be hotter still you left,

as snowflakes fell that  summer morn’

 

 

 

 

 

P.S

In loving memory of my beloved father.

It Feels Like Summer in Winter

it feels like summer in winter
when your lips brushed mine,
softly,  gently, delicately,
like butterfly wings
so sweet and tender

kiss so sweet and tender
brings forth warmth
on a cold lonely winter night

it feels like summer in winter
when you wrap your arms around me
‘Twas like two souls wrapped in arms
a handshake of our loving hearts
so tight and gentle

so tight and gentle
brings fondness
on a cold lonely winter night

it feels like summer in winter
with you in my dreams
each, of my sleeping winter nights

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(Can’t wait for a hot summer night with you)

P. S.

Sending more love to everyone. KEEP safe wherever you are ❤❤❤

What if Snowflakes Don’t Fall in Winter?

What if snowflakes don’t fall in winter?
and fresh buds don’t bloom in spring?
or summer doesn’t need sunshine?
nor leaves don’t fall in autumn?

Will you remember how we used to be?

the love we shared gently
like snowflakes falling smoothly in winter out of thin air unannounced, unnoticed
unspoken yet blissful

the dreams we dream, hope we hope
like spring awakening the earth
bringing heaps of sunshine after
the cold, gloomy winter

the waves of laughter we gave out
like sunshine on a summer day
rhyming along as the birds singing
passionately hot, vibrant and crisp

the memories we created
like leaves falling flawlessly in the autumn breeze, with cooling temperatures and darkening nights

What if snowflakes don’t fall in winter?
and fresh buds don’t bloom in spring?
or summer doesn’t need sunshine?
nor leaves don’t fall in autumn?

Will you still love me tenderly?

 

 

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(when blue is bluer and cold is colder, but love is lovelier)

P.S.

Sending more love guys as more territories implemented rigid travel bans and lockdowns.❤❤❤

Linking to this week’s World of Words prompt, Chinese words: 雪 (xuĕ), which means “snow”.
Hosted by the lovely ladies Jade, Rosema, and Maria
https://jademwong.wordpress.com/2020/03/16/poetry-forest-feast/

35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating.

My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back then i will write him a letter and he will send it back to me with corresponding corrections.

He gave me the best gift – the gift of words. We would play scrabble together. I never won; not that he was very competetive but simply because he wanted me to learn play up with words and hopefully win (it never happened; he was a walking dictionary). We would buy newspapers everyday only to keep up with the daily crossword puzzle challenge.

He once told me i have the gift of imagination. And he said ” write where your imagination leads you.” Later in life when i began writing in school he told me “now is the time for you to write where your heart leads you; the power of our imagination is so strong but the power of our hearts where love resides is stronger.”

 

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35 Degrees

 

Its 35 degrees on a hot summer day

No one anticipated it

Nobody expected  it would come

But it happened

It rained

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

Nobody anticipated

No one expected

Yet it happened

Just as you went away

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

For Once – Ghazal

No one doubted your love, not once

you will never escape from our memory, not once.

 

 

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Thank you papa for the wonderful gift you left behind. You will forever live in my words and you will forever come alive in my imagination but i assure you, you will always and forever be in my heart where love resides eternally.
I would like to thank my dear followers for standing by while i was away. Special thanks to Kate of https://aroused.blog , Gina of https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com, Irma of Iidorun, https://iidorun.wordpress.com, Jules of dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com
for the daily dose of writing inspiration.

Mysterious Rain

 

 

You are a picture of quiet serenity

Plunge into darkness

Out of the blue

And…on a hot

weary afternoon

Amidst silence

And shimmering heat

You become hot as a horseradish

Steamy as a terrarium

Then you gently thickened

You poured…

That mysterious rain

On a scorching summer afternoon

 

p.s.

the heat is on…its summer…but a little rain could be mysteriously stunning…

There you go..another “Summer Rain”.

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…a steamy, hot summer late afternoon in Singapore. ..

My Summer Rain

Love goes, they say

When the pain of loving

Is too much to bear

When you

Can hope no more

Wish no more

When the heart

finally gets tired…

Of hoping…

Of dreaming…

Of waiting…

Then love goes…

My love, I say will never go.

Even when it has been very painful

Or too much to hold still

Because all I

Wanna do is

Wish for more.

My heart will never be tired

Of hoping…

Of dreaming…

Of waiting…

My love will never go

‘Cos I found the summer rain in you

 

 

P.S.

I have been doing this summer rain theme for quite a while..and it has inspired me so much that I just can’t stop yet.

I wish you find your “Summer Rain” too

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***A beautiful afternoon Summer Rain in Singapore***

O, Summer Rain Don’t Go

 

Loveless tide swept

In the seashore

Where I once stand

Alone and unsure

There, we’re together

Walking by the shore

Looking gently at the sea

Gazing through your smile

Our eyes met then

Our hearts touched

As deeply we felt

That loving feeling within

But now it’s gone

Carried by the tide

Back to the sea

Where once we’re together

Bring back my love oh thee

In the seashore where we shared

The afternoon summer rain drizzle

Over our kisses and sweet embrace.

Oh summer rain don’t go

No, not yet I can’t let go…

 

 

 

P.S.

It seemed to me that summer rain isn’t over, as it still continues to inspire me with beautiful thoughts and endearing moments…that rain, once shared with the one you love is perfectly beautiful no matter what time of the year it may come.

Ahhhhh summer rain..look what have you done !!!