BEATING HEART

BEATING HEART
"Many a beating heart is silenced by the tyranny of indifference." ~Michael Faudet

THE PUREST PLACE

THE PUREST PLACE
"Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.” ~Everwood (Trust Your Journey)

The Bible says

"a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of things which he possesseth."

13 January 2022

TODAY I SAW A NURSE

Author Anon?

TODAY I SAW A NURSE 

Today I saw a nurse. 
Dressed head to toe in blue 
A mask, a gown, some gloves 
Fearlessly working for me and you. 

She moved from bed to bed 
Tirelessly doing all her checks 
But even in the midst of chaos 
Her kind words to me have great effects 

She said I’m here beside you 
Please do not despair 
This helped calm me down 
as my lungs gasped for air 

No visitors can come to me 
No flowers will pass my door. 
For a virus has come for us 
That makes our chest, throat and head sore 

Yet there is my little angel 
Walking around the room 
Looking after us all 
And fighting off our gloom 

I watch her hold a patients hand 
And guide them to the light 
These nurses truly understand 
They’re full of courage and might. 

After each one passes 
She softly hides her cries. 
Then takes a little moment 
And mourns anyone who dies. 

Today I saw a nurse 
A mighty powerful person 
A hero, an angel, a friend. 
Helping people who have come to the end. 

Today I saw a nurse 
She stayed a while beside me 
That’s when I knew this awful curse 
Was going to come find me. 

I thought of all my family outside 
And those that I so love 
And felt a hand grab mine 
Through a blue powdered glove 

Today I saw a nurse 
She was there at the very end 
I felt the love pour from her 
As she held me like a friend 

So do not worry friends and family 
Stay safe at home and fight 
For today I saw a nurse 
And the light she had was bright 

(Copied)

12 January 2022

NEWNESS of DAY


NEWNESS of DAY

The night heavy rainfall
Sent me to a deep slumber
A dreamless one, albeit, a serene one.

It was silence amidst 
The splattering of pelting drops 
Filtered by the singing angels.

Echoing around me
Yet, I heard nothing.
Turbulence made discreet.

In the sky, doomed with lies
They multiplied
As days imply.

Morning comes without sun
And clouds covered with gloom
I welcome the hyperborean gaze.

Numb the weather
Looking at different side
There's always something fresh to view:

That the rain, heavy or light,
Brings newness to a promising start
As rain washes all filths away.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright©January 13, 2022
All rights reserved
SH-Australia

11 January 2022

The Sovereign Awaken

They couldn’t go to the pool, so the people met and swam in the ocean and lakes, and built saunas together. 
They couldn’t go to restaurants so the people had dinner parties and potlucks.
They couldn’t go to clubs so the people had epic dance parties.
They couldn’t go to the gym so the people ran up mountains, lifted rocks, chopped firewood, trained in each others’ garages.
They couldn’t go to grocery stores so they gathered Wild Herbs and farmed.
They couldn’t go to sports events so they created their own.
They were told they couldn’t travel but found ways.
They lost their jobs so they created and found new ones that were more aligned with their values.
They lost friends and family but found newer, greater true connections-and  built community.
Everything that’s happening is totally insane, and inhumane. 
But they never felt oppressed.
In fact, freer than ever.
What we build now is the future.
I wouldn’t miss this era for anything.
The Sovereign awaken.~~

~author unknown

DOLPINS BY THE SEA

DOLPINS BY THE SEA

A kith of dolphins came to frolic
Romping boisterously by the sea
Casting a spell on my empty heart
For all the cares in this world, 
Their joy was none other
All they could muster.

There I was on my own lax self
Watching them so carefree and happy
While sitting on my beachside chair
Smiles on my face refused to leave
For a perfect treat that afternoon show
They prepared for me.

How could they know of someone
Needing some comforting on that day?
How did they sense the loneliness within me?
Yet, there they were in their jolly pack  
Calling me to come out from my shelf
As if wanting me to swim along with them.

I left the beach with tearful eyes
Between the sea, the sky and me
The moment was savoured with emptiness
Mother Nature comprehended my soul
The reason she sent you my prancing kith
To cheer me on that time I needed it most.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright©January 12, 2022
All rights reserved
ILA Magazine
#freeverse
#WOW_kith

10 January 2022

SUNDOWN


The sun finds its way to rest
It sets in the west from the east.
At appointed time when his light
Evanesces at eventide.
As the night is coming
The workers, too, drop their hats
And hang their gloves and boots;
Least their bones become weary
At sundown, they need not tarry.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright©January 11, 2022
All rights reserved
SH-Australia

Photo: ctto

Military Wife Collaboration

Collaboration with Estelle Cortes
January 11, 2019



A WIFE AT HOME

When the Guard at the frontier 
Plays the bugle to raise the alarm
As he played a call to arms in haste
The soldiers run and make no waste
Out from the foxhole's den
They run here, there and around the bend.

At home his wife in prayer kneels
To beg that her husband is safe and well
She is the hero in his life that fills
Him with love and adoration of his name at will
No one cares about her well-being
She is the living widow left unslain 

She matters not to everyone in disdain
For all her sacrifices in silence bear
Sometimes she's looked down; her eyes in tears
Alone, brave in scorn, with no one to defend
While her dear husband fights for all men's rights
To live, but his own dear wife's life full of fright.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright©11 January 2019
All rights reserved
SH-Australia



I AM A SOLDIER'S WIFE
By Estelle Cortes
30 May 2010 

My name’s often forgotten
But that doesn’t bother me
He is the one who matters ...
And every time he leaves 
Part of me is torn away 
My heart just breaks in two 
Oh Lord I need your strength now 
Before I come unglued 
I hurry off with our boy 
His daddy’s gone away
I know the questions will start soon 
How will I make it through this day?
Everyone talks about the soldiers 
Give them the respect they’re due
But what about my son and me? 
Don’t we matter too? 
My husband is a soldier 
And I’m that soldier’s wife 
Please notice all your freedoms 
We make that sacrifice
And if he gives his life for you 
I know that I’ll stand tall
He’s fighting for our country 
And for that he’ll take the fall 
So when you bow your head at night 
And say your bedtime prayer
Please remember to pray for our troops 
Who are scattered everywhere
And if you happen to remember 
Please say a prayer for me
I am the one who’s left behind 
Your prayers are what I need 
I am a soldier’s wife. 

Photo: ctto

9 January 2022

Under the Shade of Trees


Under the Shade of Trees
By Rado Gatchalian 

Behold and look at the mirror
And see the hands of God
Working infinitely in the bliss,
Into you, from you, for you, through you.
Bend your arrogance — and wait,
Terminate all your judgment
And wait for doubt to become truth.
As you walk through that door,
Remember that exits are uncertain;
But open that door and see for yourself
How anguish can be a reward,
Anger, a source of life,
And hopelessness, your very hope to dream.
When endless nights of prayer —
Become punishments to your soul:
You question whether God exists or not,
If life has meaning at all.
But here, hear the crying lips of your spirit,
Listen to the invisible wind
That shakes the earth with love,
Resuscitates life with free flowers and bees.
Embrace the good and bad in you,
And look at the mirror again —
And you discover that your faith sustains you;
What you see is a reflection 
Of what you want to believe;
Refrain from looking
And you will start to see.
When this Universe calls for your attention
Do not doubt such beauty,
Contemplate the finite and the infinite,
The beginning and the end,
The good and the evil,
Everything and nothing,
Masculine and feminine,
Day and night —
And you realise that all truths are half-truths.
Move but be still,
Be thirsty but patient —
As you reach the heavens
You get a better view of earth,
And you realise that as above, so below;
And you see in the mirror —
The self and the entire universe,
Yet you are one unique star.

SUMMER PROMENADE

Repost
January 10, 2018



SUMMER PROMENADE 
(In memory of Karomatan)
 
Summer is here again.
My sweet reverie begins.
In the night, repose
With the tide, the sea mellows.
 
I solemnly tread upon the silver sand.
Each footstep winding at a glance;
Sinking in every moment’s care,
As I leave my footmarks bare.
 
Twinkling starry nights I oft to gaze;
Stirring memories, I fondly recall,
Some childhood silhouettes move
As if they sway among the leaves.
 
This magical moment in time,
Has gripped my heart with longings,
When I hear the carillon chimes,
It is calling my name from home.
 
The quiet hush of the sea makes waves,
To the seashore they cleanly sweep,
With gentle laps in the glinting sand;
Mingling with sadness they groan and weep.
 
My childhood is well-remembered by
Of life where the bank swells with pride
This summer promenade washes mem’ry
My lonely echo sends the tide away.
 
©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright@ November 16, 2007 
All rights reserved
QH NSW
Australia
 
Author’s Note: A dedicatory poem of my childhood after two decades living away from home. I feel so homesick. I miss my big boisterous, happy family. Only Delia and I are left. The rest are gone. (Updated, January 10, 2022)

6 January 2022

AVARICIOUS SERPENTS


AVARICIOUS SERPENTS

Dim is the firmament
As if the heaven stirs up
The earth in the mire
In a climatic quagmire
To which its hands keep 
The rein on --
In full weather-vane.

Arctic icebergs crash; snow melts
And mountain dew evaporates.
All are squandered by
A merciless avalanche
Of avaricious serpents
And the whole world tumbles!

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright©January 7, 2009
All rights reserved
SH-Australia


BE THE CHANGE

By Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao

What is the difference between evil and righteousness?
What differentiates the corrupt from those who tolerates it?
What separates the pious and the heathen?

Your silence is awkward.
It can easily be misunderstood.
Though your mouth is shut... your ears can hear every single murmur of your heart.

This is not right!

But you cannot be the change, because just like the rest, that cultured  fear shackles you.

With a line  of sight no one else can see, we need more hawks to soar higher than the pigeons!

January 6, 2022

5 January 2022

BOOK COVERS


BOOK COVERS

Quenching thirst for knowledge starts with learning.
It grows a deep desire to broaden our outlook to attain a future best.
Our noble dreams from humble beginnings, set us apart to go beyond;
And, make us strive to be high above the rest, but with caution.

The novelty of easy life can sometimes undermine our determination to succeed.
Some of us who thrive in extreme poverty become warriors 
As we uphold our ambition in fighting for what makes sense of our self worth.
We work hard up the ladder with a great deal of struggles as we cross the bridge of many challenges.

In doing so, we equip ourselves with preparations
That begin with the right attitude, firm resolved and tough discipline to gain proper education.
I see myself in this lady looking tired and exhausted 
Blanketing in knowledge her thirsty soul has quenched in peaceful contentment.

Once upon a time... 
In my academic endeavour
That didn't even bear fruit
For lack of professional practice.

I ended up being a Poet!

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright ©January 6, 2022
All rights reserved
SH-Australia
ILA Magazine
#Annette Nasser
#visualprompt
#ladysleepingcoveredbybooks

AUSTRALIA: SEASONS IN DIVERSITY


AUSTRALIA: SEASONS IN DIVERSITY

In today's weather report, we present
A celerity of atmospheric development
From afar off southern dell of Thredbo;

The ether above its dingle is deep blue. 
It sparkles at night with stars that shine over the mead.
When suddenly, this summer turns gelid...

From a fiery mercurial condition
Into a blanket of niveous congelation 
Right here in the old  empyrian domain ...

As the stilly snowfalls travel heavy with the wind,
This tidings of cold snap brings joy  to the entire community. 
Australia, even with seasons, holds true to its climate diversity.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright@January 5, 2022
All rights reserved
SH-Australia
ILA Magazine 
#gelid
#weather_report
#rhyming_12lines
(AFAR, CELERITY, DELL, DINGLE, 
EMPYREAN, ESPY, ETHER, MEAD, NIVEOUS, STILLY, TIDINGS)

Photo: Hotham, VICTORIA
Credit to Matt Wiseman
Mountainwatch
December 2, 2019

4 January 2022

Too Much Love Can Kill You"

By Dimple Lobo Corcino Opina


"Too Much Love Can Kill You"

The night never fall asleep,
Where a feeling of despair engulfs in its silence,
Hopelessness gave birth to lingering miseries,
Even in the presence of love that still exists.

She wage wars in the comfort of her room,
Where tears of pain are never seen by others,
Where the troubles of sorrow blanketed in nightfall,
And brokenness still dreams denying realities. 
 
Of many heartbreaks, lies, and betrayals,
Of giving chances and acceptance,
Of tormenting nights and distressing dawns,
All of these failed you to become wiser.

Many questions you have been ignored,
For the truth is often hard to swallow,
In the pit of despair, you were trapped,
Regrets bring more excruciating agony, sanity was falling apart.
 
You care enough but it never gave you protection,
You loved more than yourself but in return, you lived in graveyard gloom,
Wake up, let go, don't be a forever fool,
Life is not always a tragic dramatic musical.

©DimpskiešŸŒ¹

2 January 2022

BRIGHT SIDE


Contrary to sadness and fate
look on brighter sides of the fence.
Happiness and destiny
offer enlightenment.
The last day of the year
and the first day
as all days thereafter 
belong to you.
Face the world, look toward 
earth’s vastness
savoring luminous glimpses
during day and evening hours.
Reminisce in growth,
take part in memorable conversations.
You are a fundamental molding
A unique YOU
Created by The Amighty

Annette Nasser

Just a mere two days behind, yet wishing everyone a glorious new year. All I’ve connected with, I send gratitude and love to you for your selfless support of ILA Magazine and in mentioning, as one friend to a countless many here, I can’t imagine what it would be like without the unique individual that each of you are. I may not be here often, in response toward your creativity, just know it does not go unnoticed. I have much to catch up to.  Wishing this New Year brings you joy in all aspects of your life.

31 December 2021

MY PRAYERFUL THANKS

A Tribute

MY PRAYERFUL THANKS
(a grateful tribute to Ate Amy and Uncle Alan)

People in our lives may come and go
And life in time will cease to grow
But your loving kindness brings a glow
To my broken spirit you come to know.

When times hit hard you honored me
With love and friendship kind and true
Without condition and without fail
You give them all without a flaw.

For every goodness you've accorded me
To you with blessings returned tenfold more
And abundant life and good health implored
With prayerful wish I hail Long live!

Life will always be without travails
And our friendship grow from strength to strength
Thank you dear kind sweet folks I say:
To my grave your kindness with me will lay.

@Leah Dancel
Copyright©June 9, 2011
All rights reserved
SH-Australia
Kindness in Adversity Series 2

STORMS


STORMS

By Margie DeMerell

There will be storms, child
There will be storms
And with each tempest
You will seem to stand alone
Against cruel winds
But with time, the rage and fury
Shall subside And when the sky clears
You will find yourself
Clinging to someone
You would have never known
But for storms.

Photo: The smoke came from the firestorm that hit Australia in 2019-2020. Taken from a running train to Central West in January 3, 2020.

A NEW DAY

January 1, 2022
Pirouette 
Last of December 2021



A NEW DAY

The year past had been tough.
We met arduous stuff
Blown out of proportion,
The world has ever known.
Now we face a new day.
Now we face a new day.
May life be better than 
Before; hounded with strifes.
Hoping our world be free
From every devil's snares.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright©January 1, 2022
All rights reserved
ILA Magazine Lesson
#Last Challenge
#pirouette
#decastitch

(Chattel Quote: "It is the poetry of nature, it is that which uplifts the spirit within us. " ~John Ruskin)

ILA Magazine
Lesson Challenge
By Annette Nasser
Admin/Founder




DREAMTIME

DREAMTIME 
 
Ancestors dreaming 
projection of 
evanesced 
land mass 
lost. 
Lost 
land mass 
evanesced 
projection of 
Ancestors dreaming. 

©Leah C. Dancel 
Copyright©December 31, 2021 
All rights reserved
SH-Australia
ILA Magazine Lesson Challenge #decastitch 
#wow_evanesce 
#eggtimer 

NB. Last Challenge with ILA Magazine, Annette Nasser, Administrator-Founder December 31, 2021


29 December 2021

PHENOMENON

Photo: Google

PHENOMENON

The purest form of the spirit as I have just learned,
Is that thin film-like, white smokey veil
That leaves a dead person's body when he draws his final - last breath.
Was it a coincidence that I was blessed
To witness that phenomenon in a trance
When my last word of prayer was said.
I saw a figure of an Angel taking your hand as your spirit appeared out of nowhere 
It travelled from your feet and hovered over your face
And for a moment,  the white veil  evanesced into the air out of my sight.
It left me speechless; no one would understand me about what I saw.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright@December 30, 2021
ILA Magazine Lesson 
#DecastitchChallenge
#Wow_Evanesce
#brothersdeath

Author's Note:
This was my first-hand experience watching  my dying brother via video call. It was an inexplicable moment to witness such a phenomenon that involved a family member facing his own death. I asked the immediate family members who were physically with my brother on that very moment, but they told me, they didn't notice anything. It was my brother's 64th birthday. He died at 10 am, exactly on the day he was born. His twin sister followed 19 days later. Unlike her twin brother, I didn't see anything like that with her.

Date: February 23, 2021



28 December 2021

YOU'RE A WARRIOR

Lifted from Rosie Harpas
Women Over60 Australia 
Friendship Group
"Something to give us courage." ~RH


Source: FB


CONTRADICTION

By Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao

In the world of contradiction, Imperfect people looked for perfection.
Claiming virtues, speaking values...
The very people who abuse.

The thief, the immoral, the corrupt and disloyal...
Proud, un-embarassed, arrogant and most vocal.
The pious, the chaste, the clean and the spotless...
Unbridles the lust, the greed
more than faithless!

In this world of contradiction,
What are your chances for salvation?
To live up what you teach...
You should practice what you preach!

Melany M. Maguindanao
12/27/2018
All Rights Reserved.

REMINISCES

December 29, 2018

Reminisces
By Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao

Poems, love songs, and dances...
Courtships, dates, and romances.
Younger days of yesteryears...
Living my life without fears.

Now that those days are gone,
I have to face the setting sun.
Remembering my distant past,
Into the night, I hope will last.

Those good times...I had my part,
I'll keep it all inside my heart!
When gray colors my hair...
I'll be smiling in my rocking chair!

Melany M. Maguindanao
12/28/2018
All Rights Reserved.

OF LOVE and POETRT

By Epimaco Densing III
USEC DILG Philippines
2016-2022

Of Love and Poetry
By Ka Epi
Written while at the Home of the National Writers of Philippine Literature - Silliman University, Dumaguete city 
(Dec 28, 2018)


To write
Many times in the past
Poetry is the path, they say
To feed the human soul
With poems written in a bowl

To inspire
Amidst the beauty of nature
Creativity arouse and awaken
Secrets of the heart revealed
A genre of love redefined

To love
Alas, the inspiration of thy love
Like a dove flying from above
Could not profess like a gentry
So I say ‘I love you’ by way of poetry

Source: Facebook

VILLANELLE

A famous Villanelle by Dylan Thomas.

1914-1953.
~~~~~~~~~


Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rage at close of day
Rage ,rage , against the dying of the light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right.
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men the last wave by crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a Green Bay.
Rage,rage, against the dying of the light

Wild men who caught and sang the men in flight.
And learned too late ; they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men near death , who see with blinding sight.
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage,rage against the dying of the light

And you my father there on the sad height
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


25 December 2021

A LONG WINTER

By Leah C. Dancel

A LONG WINTER

It's another year of long winter
Snowflakes drifting as I slumber 
It snows throughout the whole night
Strong winds blow the thin light
From a candle lamp
Standing ajar
On table
Nearby
Me.

Dark
And cold
There's no light
From a burning 
Fire in the furnice 
There's no chopped wood in sight
In this empty old cabin  
As storms are raging and flinging
Even the fiercest spirit takes fright.

Out in the woods the howling winds stop
It must be getting tired, perhaps
The relentless snow, slowing
When the moon comes shining
To shed light, to warm
My dear old cabin
And stranger
Who takes
Shield.

Beams
Of light,
Morning bright,
I yawn in chills
Of winter fresh smells
Coming out from log fires
Near by the woods with camp fires
Deers, rabbits, squirrels are herding
While old grizzly bears, hibernating.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright©December 26, 2021
All rights reserved
Winter in the North Pole
#Nonet