A DIGNIFIED MAN

By Don M. Luman-ag

A poem inspired from  this Microprompt, the poet is challenged to come up with his own muse and dig his mind to write something about the picture before him. My friend Don M. Luman-ag with his brilliant mind get his pen going and scribbled:

Do not step on me,

don't trample on my right

I don't care about your status,

I can give you a good fight

Although I choose my battles,

but when honor is at stake

I will not hesitate,

to make you taste defeat

I have my dignity,

I got my pride

I walk with head held high,

with my every stride

I have nothing to be ashamed of,

I have nothing to hide

What you see is what you get,

I am who I am inside 

I'm not used to being a taker,

for I know how to give

I share what little I have,

with those who are in need

It is always better to give,

than to be on the receiving end

I'd rather be the giver,

than to be the recipient

I don't live for validation,

I'm confident in my own skin

I do things that make me happy,

I choose to live life this way

I don't seek fame or recognition,

that is not my intention

Love is my real motivation,

my source of inspiration

© Don M. Luman-ag  

30.09.2021

ILA Founder: Annette Nasser 

A JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF MEANING

By Jeffrey Cejero

Life is a precious gift from Almighty.

Worth is beyond a treasure chest of gold.

Treasure every moment, life is worthy.

Be happy and let the people behold

Your worth that only God could truly know.

Your life is priceless. It should go and grow.

Make your life meaningful and make each chance, 

Each opportunity, smile in radiance.

Life is a gift. Helping, serving, loving

And sharing are some passionate fragrance.

Life is a journey in search of meaning.

Life is always a rainbow of beauty.

Hanging in the sky, a smile to behold.

Smiling just after the clouds of misty.

A flourishing flower of marigold,

A smile of red, blue, orange, green, yellow

Including violet and indigo

Wearing all the colors of elegance.

Always wear your smile. Break any hindrance.

Life should always be full of cherishing 

To make our existence shine in brilliance.

Life is a journey in search of meaning.

Life grows like trees against adversity. 

Challenge the rain even if it is cold.

A small seed in a land of poverty,

Growing courageously and should be bold.

Drought, rain or any storm, the seed should grow.

Extreme heat of summer, storm brought by snow

Any adversity, life should advance.

Grow tall, sway with the raging wind and dance.

And time comes, sweet flowers are flourishing,

Fruits of success produced in abundance.

Life is a journey in search of meaning.

Life, a journey of opportunity.

We should be like birds, free not being hold.

Travel and see the whole world in beauty.

The mystery of life, try to unfold.

Go with the wind, ride on the wave and flow.

You can move like a turtle which is slow

But you can be a lighting with fast stance.

But do not forget to give assistance

To people who need love, help and caring.

Life should be like this, live with elegance.

Life is a journey in search of meaning.

Life is fire shining in eternity.

Shine in the dark and give warmth in the cold.

Burn pride and always show humility.

Serve the people, power should be controlled.

Be grateful, be friendly and say hello.

Do good every day. Kindness makes you glow.

Don’t hesitate to love. It’s a good chance.

Light life with love to show its full radiance.

Practicing these, life will be promising.

Life is fire, shine the world with your brilliance.

Life is a journey in search of meaning.

Life, a gift from God is a precious chance.

Just like a tree, life grows in abundance.

Wear rainbows whose smile is so refreshing.

Life is fire that should be burned in radiance.

Life is a journey in search of meaning.

©Jeffrey Cejero

9/27/2021

8:00 pm

Photo: Credit to Australian School of Herbal Medicine

LIGHT and LOVE

By Leah C. Dancel

Photo credit to Shai A. Mancao 

LIGHT and LOVE 

My heart is subservient to the call of love 

Love that beckons me from afar 

Where the horizon beams its glorious rays 

Waiting for me to come home to his loving arms. 

It is hope that enlivens our despondent spirit

The good tidings it brings is all that suffice 

The guiding hands of an Angel lead us to the light 

To vanquish darkness that dims our might. 

Doubts seemed to be in the air at the start. 

Like storms they too have passed away.

As the sun re-appears, doubts steer clear the stormy day. 

Forget the troubles till they vanish into the atmosphere. 

Prayer conveys our pleadings to be heard.

Sometimes later, sometimes sooner.

But by love's power dreams can come true 

That the woman you adore  will one day come to you. 

The time begs for redemption 

For the loss once we mourned 

For the sun may hide the moon 

But the light and love are here to stay. 

In answer to the call of love. 

In answer to all the questions.

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright@2021

All rights reserved 

SH-Australia 

September 29, 2021

Filipino Poets in Blossoms 

LOVE POETRY 

AFTER A WHILE

By Veronica A. Shoffstall.

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn

that love doesn’t mean leaning

and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren’t contracts

and presents aren’t promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of woman,

not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow’s ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone

to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

you really are strong

you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodbye, you learn…

  ~ 1971, Veronica A. Shoffstall.

PERSEVERANCE PAYS

By Leah C. Dancel

"This poem made me cry in the middle of the event. I was really surprised my, dear manang, Leah Dancel! Words are not enough to express my gratitude. This lovely poem moves my spirit! I love you, manang!" ~❤️💖❤️

Photo credit to the owner 

PERSEVERANCE PAYS 

(Beauty in times of crisis) 

Is there anything that Helen can't do? 

Is there a way could she handle tasks without succumbing to pressure at  breaking point? 

Or losing her dignity and grace under

scrutiny for every move she's doing?

How does this beautiful damsel, the daring Eagle behind the Filipino Poets in Blossoms soar high to flourish? 

Tell me pray. 

From the womb of the earth, she was brought forth to be a woman of substance:

Astute, ingenuous, fervent,

Determined, resourceful, patient.

A Fairy Godmother - in many forms, who reveals her secrets from the woods to the world! 

That revelation comes through her passion of Poetry. 

The highs and the lows,  the mountains she climbed,  the sea of adventures she oared, the height she flew with agony and bliss and everything she amassed. 

Her dainty life is chronicled; an expose she alone expressed in her own time capsule and precision called Poetry. 

A lady of charm, wit and persuasion; 

It's hard for everyone to tell her 'No';

All those under her wings, bow to her every wish. 

Albeit, she's loyal to her calling and faithful to her commitment. 

Her network of connections is known across the oceans -

Prepping her prerogatives, nothing seems impossible. 

Defined by life's purpose, this youthful and highly spirited woman fearlessly scaled the unknowns without inhibitions. 

With guts and glory her winning charisma made her attain all that she aimed high; 

As she continues to strive for excellence, her confidence is untamable; unrelenting to failure. 

This Mother Eagle blossoms not into oblivion but for the world to see that

perseverance pays even in the face of crisis. 

She's a mortal beauty, once possessed by Helen of Troy. 

In full allegiance t'ward her passion, not for men, but to her quilted pen.

May her affinity to humanity projects her advocacy for the love of friendship and peace through Poetry. 

That effervesces in her soul - from her heart, and in her mind.

Advance Happy Birthday Helen. I wish you Many happy returns of the day! 

God bless you! 

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright@2021

All rights reserved 

SH-Australia 

September 27, 2021

ECHOES: The Sounds of Poems 

FPB International Friendship Festival Week 

"Beauty in times of Crisis"

Inspired by Jhake Morales Concept 

Tribute to Helen Sarita's 56thBirthday

Comments from FPB:

"Le, this is a beautiful tribute to a talented and strong lady, our ME, founder and President of FPB, Ms. Helen Sarita, who is celebrating her birthday on October 2. 

Happy birthday, Ms Helen!" 💖💕

~Lenore S Caytiles,  Antique 

["Lenore Caytiles,  this poem is such a beautiful tribute written by our dear Leah Dancel. It surprised me in the middle of the event, to where she recited this for me. I know it took her a lot of courage as she was not used to it! Every word of hers, I digested. It depicts my being ME. I thought that she may have spoken and interviewed my soul as she was in full detail about my journey as I oared to the highest skies contemplating what I would do to live every moment worth living. I truly love this poem!" ~Helen Sarita]

"The beauty of the soul expressing her love and admiration penned down in her tribute to the beauteous Mother Eagle who continually soar up in the sky finding peace, love, and humility to share to her eaglets FPB...maayong  aga my dear Le, katahum gid sang imo sinulatan. love you." 

~Crispina Vedra-Diego 

"Ganda! 

Akala ko maam leah i-recite nyo rin po gaya nung pinarinig nyo sa akin."

~Jhake Morales

"An exquisite masterpiece. I am so honored to witness you po Ma'am Leah gracefully executing this dedicated poem  to M.E Helen Sarita." 👏👏👏❤

~Joan Santillan Amurao, Fellow Poetry Reader of the Night 

"What an absolutely beautiful piece, an apt expression  of love and admiration for a woman who dared the odds, and thro perseverance emerged triumphant! Congrats, Ms Leah! Have a wonderful and fulfilling celebration, Madam Helen!"😍🎶❤️

~Rhodora Napud

"I love this tribute so much. Maam Helen Sarita deserved this. Happy Birthday to Maam Helen. God bless us." ~NT3

"What a lovely  poem! Specially written by an intellectual nice lady for a wonderful celebrant..Ms Helen." ~Lynn Garcia, Fellow Poetry Reader of the Night 

"This is a magnificent tribute to a kind, empathetic, loving soul.

God bless you, Helen Sarita, Leah and the happy Filipino poets."

~Dr. Deena Padayachee,  Durban, South Africa, Fellow Poetry Reader of the Night 😊 🙏

LITTLE ANGEL BIRD

By Dra. Crispina Vedra-Diego

What a beautiful afternoon it is,

When you come to visit to make me wish,

How you fly so swift and blow a kiss,

To my tired hand you rest.

I looked at you and took a glance,

For the feathers you spread perchance,

I love to play with you for awhile ,

For I know I will let you fly and go a mile.

The lovely roses that you smell,

Everytime you visit my garden oh so well,

I welcome you to grace the yellow bells,

Flowers are waiting for your company as well.

Oh little birdie, go and fly

Come back to see me by and by 

Ask your friends to sing me a lullaby,

Your sweet voices sing tweety tweet tweet

Watching you sure makes me smile.

Source: FB

docris 9-24-21

FRIENDSHIP, PENS and SPRING

By Leah C. Dancel 

Rose from the Garden

September 24, 2021

🌹  🌹  🌹 

In the glen of friendship 

I see the colour green 

That speaks of hope 

The rebirth of spring;

Fresh acquaintance bring. 

In the meadow where the greens lay 

Blossoms of buttercups explode 

Radiant colour of yellow springs 

The vibrancy of hope 

Where friendship stay.

The lea reveals a carpet of evergreens -

Three-lobed clovers that cover the ground.

Their flow'rs in beauteous sight array 

For friends that gather overnight -

In esprit de corps their mighty sword are pens in flight. 

Springtime renews the growth of life 

Awaken from long hibernation of strife;

Past winter solstice when poets' bubbles burst;

Within pandemic cage, their camaraderie evolved 

Their passion of poetry, a zest to boost. 

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright@2021

All rights reserved 

SH-Australia

September 24, 2021

FPB International Friendship Week 

POETRY READING

TINY SEED

By Jeffrey Cejero

A tiny seed was blown away,

Breeze gently guided the seed.

Landed on barren land in bleed,

A tiny seed was blown away.

Breeze gently guided the seed.

Putting the seed on a barren land,

Scorching heat in the desert sand,

Breeze gently guided the seed.

Putting the seed on a barren land,

Rain came, allowing life to sprout

Leaves grew, bathed in sunshine of spout,

Putting the seed on a barren land.

Rain came, allowing life to sprout.

Years passed, the tiny seed became a tree.

Had flowers and fruits, life was glee and free.

Rain came, allowing life to sprout.

Years passed, the tiny seed became a tree.

Bore fruits, new seeds were born.

It is the hope of the smiling morn.

Years passed, the tiny seed became a tree.

Bore fruits, new seeds were born.

A tiny seed was blown away.

To find its life in a new way.

Bore fruits, new seeds were born.

                   

A tiny seed was blown away,

Breeze gently guided the seed.

Landed on barren land in bleed,

A tiny seed was blown away.

©Jeffrey Cejero

9/19/21

2:30 pm

(Catena Rondo)

HEART OVERFLOWING

By Leah C. Dancel

MY POETRY RULES

By Leah C. Dancel

(Dex Amoroso Prompt)

I heed no rules when in poetic mode 

My thoughts and feelings spring well from my mind 

That guide me what to scribble on my pad 

On keyboard's pouncing bag I write the words. 

Shun using words that connote elegance 

For the readers not to misunderstand 

Poetry is not about bragging rights 

It's about the eloquence of your mind. 

Could I justify an old fountain pen 

To dribble lines upon lines on a bark 

No rhymes and meters and forms of all kinds

Indulge on paper, the old-fashioned way. 

My "words pulsate in the veins of my pen"™

Like a free flowing spirit that spellbound 

Kindred souls, near and far, around the globe 

With whimsical beauty, my poems bring. 

Still respect is due to Maestro Dex 

As he takes the rein on behalf of Ben; 

Their prompts and guides are dearest to my heart 

Vis a vis with all their poetry schemes. 

Haiku, villanelle, sonnets, triolets, 

Quatrains, limericks, partenza; I bet.

But none that I conform, or I'll be late; 

My pen is happy, my piece seems okay.

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright@2021

SH-Australia 

Filipino Poets in Blooms 🌼

Dex Amaroso Challenge 101-2

July 2, 2021

ALL I SEEK

By  ©Omochi Ehixojie

This is all I seek 

To watch a million stars 

Travel slowly at twilight 

To sit by a slow flowing lake 

Writing love letters

To walk barefooted along 

Meadows and wildflowers 

To dare and wander in silence 

To listen to what trees whisper 

To see hope upon the cheeks 

of babies and animals 

To see the world through 

The eyes of the soul. 

Lifted from FB

Via Estelle Cortes 

GENUINE COLOR

By Eds S. Oacnam

Above everything comes the genuine color.

Conspicuous is the ageless beauty of nature;

While the boundless challenges are watchful,

It makes all the creatures beautiful.

The sweetness of birds are easily heard.

Colors of butterflies and fishes can be weird,

But all animals create natural cycles to live,

Like the flowers growing after planting the leaves.

Let's embrace the beauty of everything around,

From the sky to the deepest ground;

From the stormy season to a brighter one.

Then pessimism and greed will be gone.

The genuine color lies in our mind and heart,

Kindness and love should be there in every cart,

So people can see the sparkling light of humanity,

A perfect lead for a progressive community!

Filipino Poets in Blossoms 

September 18, 2021

I AM NO LONGER A CHILD

By Janet Rose Licudo 

 

I want to share a poem I created for my daughter for her school assignment regarding adolescent .🤗

 I AM NO LONGER A CHILD

I am getting older now

No longer a child

Not yet an adult

But a girl trying to mould a path for her own.

I am learning to make my own choices.

Creating a future with my bare hands

Learning how to step out

Despite the world is wide

I no longer need a hand to hold

When walking on the road

But the courage of independence

To let me explore this world

But sometimes I fall

As I struggle to walk with my own

Looking at the bigger picture

That makes me a better person

It so hard to accept 

That 1m building a life by myself

Being responsible is on top

To create a better life.

By Rose L.⚘

(Janet Rose Licudo) 

Shared on Messenger 

NEVER BE A CHURCH MOUSE

By Dimple Lobo Corcino Opina

I'm feeling low but hanging to the hope that opportunity knocks,

That giving-up is not an option for me to take,

For I still believe that a man who has perseverance can fulfill a dream,

Despite the difficulty on his social standing. 

If the poor can be rich and live in luxury, 

What more a man like me who have a reason to fight,

To triumph a battle amid its strife and difficulties

And fulfill the life I wanted to be. 

All this gives me a reason to keep pushing hard,

Even though it seems impossible, 

But believing that the gate of chances would be open, 

And one day I shall be rewarded for my hardship.

For to live is to see those who triumph, 

That despite life's adversities they achieved great,

That even though the world was full of uncertainty, 

My life will turn around, goals will achieve and I would never live as a church mouse.

©Dimpskzie

Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 

September 17, 2021

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Our lives are made up of a million moments, 

spent in a million ways. 

Some are spent searching for 

love, peace, and harmony. 

Others are spent surviving

day by day. 

But there is no greater moment 

than when we find that life, 

with all its joys and sorrows,

is meant to be lived one day at a time. 

It's in this knowledge that we discover 

the most wonderful truth of all. 

Whether we live in a forty-room mansion, 

surrounded by servants and wealth, 

or find it a struggle to manage 

the rent month to month, 

we have it within our  power to be fully

satisfied and  live a life with true meaning. 

One day at a time - we have that ability,

through cherishing each moment 

and rejoicing in each dream. 

We can experience each day anew,

and with this fresh start  we have 

what it takes to make all our dreams 

come true. 

Each day is new, and living one day at a time

enable us to truly enjoy life and live it 

to the fullest. 

~Author Anon~

Source: The Inspiration Line 

ODE TO MA'AM Leah Dancel

By Janet 🌹 Rose Licudo 

Ode to ma'am Leah Dancel 

At times, I feel alone and lost.

You are there as my comfort.

Every word from you 

Offers warmth to my lonely heart.

God sent you to me.

At times I am needy.

Someone could understand me.

Someone could talk to me.

We shared the same passion.

We shared the same emotion.

I am glad I've known you.

I'm grateful to be your friend too.

Thank you ma'am for coming into my life.

Every word from you is so warm in my heart.

Every moment we talk, seems we known each other long time ago.

Wishing one day, we will meet together too.

Thank you for your hugs and warm thought.

Thank you for your love and sincere words.

I will cherish them forever.

You will always be in my heart and my prayers.

Thank you so much ma'am.God bless you always po🙏😇😘😘😘

©🌷Rose(09162021)

Filipino Poets In Blossoms 

The Great Invocation

By Yesu Ben

From the point of Light within the Mind of God

Let light stream forth into the minds of men.

Let Light descend on Earth.

From the point of Love within the Heart of God

Let love stream forth into the hearts of men.

May Christ return to Earth.

From the centre where the Will of God is known

Let purpose guide the little wills of men –

The purpose which the Masters know and serve.

From the centre which we call the race of men

Let the Plan of Love and Light work out

And may it seal the door where evil dwells.

Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.

Tribute 

For Don Luman-ag who now must hurdle  a ravine so deep that he must summon all strength to get him through it.

i believe that Divine Will is above all other wills (even those of Babylonian Billionaires). Divine Will keeps the Universe moving and being and we are the Universe itself as we are its parts. What force is more powerful than one that can move planets, expand galaxies, make trees grow and make love touch every manifested or unmanifested being. Here is a poem, not written by me, but it has been a guiding light that's helped me grope through the myriads of hindrances, monkey wrenches, doubts, fears and more.

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms 

September 16, 2021

SEASONS of LOVE

By Jeffrey Cejero

Summer is showers of love in sunshine.

Autumn is epitome of love in red and gold.

Winter is glitters of love in a cold night.

Spring is wings of love that brings hope.

The sun shouts its radiance, shining the lands.

Birds are singing, flowers and trees are swaying.

Two hearts meet and bath in warm love.

Summer is showers of love in sunshine.

The sun begins to get colder, days are becoming shorter.

Sunset glows in spectacular hues, every leaf is a flower.

Two hearts madly in love, enjoying the vivid sight.

Autumn is epitome of love in red and gold.

Then the sun gives the shortest day, snow is everywhere.

The once warm love starts to get cold and bare.

Two hearts in love undergoing life challenges.

Winter is glitters of love in a cold night.

But the sun persists to shine, snow starts to melt.

Plants and grasses are showing life, animals are felt.

Two hearts deeply in love rising from the fall.

Spring is wings of love that brings hope.

Picture: google

©Jeffrey Cejero

9/15/2021

9:00pm

Inspired from the poem of Ms Ester Vargas "Seasons of Life"

FATHER TIME

By Don Luman-ag

Wealth and riches can't suspend

Man's lease on life they can't extend

Nor can prevent what's imminent

At the appointed time of death

All attempts are bound to fail

Apothecary shall prove futile

No amount of tincture or elixir 

Can make the body live forever

Just like the law of gravity

We will all end up in a cavity

A hole six feet below the ground

Or in the hollow of an urn

 

Death is inevitable, that's for sure

It's something none could ever cure

So let us live our life with passion

Before we fade into oblivion 

© Don M. Luman-ag  

15.09.2021

BY HIS WILL by Rumi

By Rumi

Only by His will do atoms move

The beat of every wing He must approve

No on can explain this and none should try

The infinite can never answer 'why?'

Even though we strive to know 'how?'

Through science, before Him we have to bow

And give ourselves, our lives and will to God

With no thought of a blessing or reward

In these our lives, my friend, nor in the next

Does this simple truth leave your mind perplexed?

Then know that contentment is part of bliss

Don't ask for love, and yet accept a kiss. 

O Sufi, do not long for paradise

Be content with His love, this earth, these skies.

~Rumi

FORTY DAYS

By Yesu Ben 

(thank you for this post. Here is my response: to Meditate and Pray by L C. Dance) 

40 Days 

YB

The clayish ground has become silvery

From damp to dry as weeds turn yellow brown.

Abandoned yet adorn by glimmery

of shining bits of sand strewn all around

and remnant bones. This ship that sparkles rife

stands like fire as brilliant as midday,

as if it ruled the dunes and winds above.

No spirit, scholarly nor low of life,

whose sense is neither lost nor gone astray,

would seek out here his solitude and love.

Except for one, a foolish seeker, old

Or older than the goddesses of Time,

In tattered rags that dazzle like pure gold,

Would touch with fingers joyful and sublime

The stubbly grains of this sanctuary’s earth,

This harbor for time’s wearied travellers

Tired of the endless bickering and race

To reach the empty mountain tops from birth;

A race to last till death, and crueler

Than being tortured and spat on the face.

Yet in the midst of hell upon her earth

Shall rise the monument of her advice

And round her torso is the bloodied girth,

And crown of thorns to mute her many sighs:

The steps to her Golgotha, lessons learned,

The lashes on her back, benevolence.

And from her side shall drip out clemency,

As tears from both her eyes, her deep concern

For this persistent protracted weariness,

Thirsting for faith in man’s humanity.

September 14, 2021

REMEMBERING YOU

By Estelle Cortes 

You spent nine decades 

On this mortal realm,

Created a family,

And held your first great grandson.

Today is your mortal birthday,

But you are beyond that,

Time, who was first a friend,

Then a foe in the end,

Became a witness 

Of who you were

And what you've done. 

Today would have been

Your 92nd mortal year,

But you have moved on

Far beyond our reach.

Still I breathe your presence,

I keep the memories,

I carry you both with Mama

In my DNA.

Remembering You,

~Estelle~

09152021

HE IS GONE

By Yesu Ben

(i miss my Tatay. You made me cry just now.) Poem reply to Remembering You by Estelle Cortes 

your pen oft dances to a diffrent tune

Refreshing in these cliché times

That I find myself in strange commune

With Tatay, though he rests is a far clime.

Those unknown cardboard houses painted green

Of tear-thinned swatches not quite blue

An aura tainted by something between

Now and tomorrow’s strange and faded hues.

I still talk to him although he is gone

When i climb hills or slide down soft ravines

He is where this earth's cruelty and claws

remaining  in my DNA (nakaw) and genes. .

Keep posting Estelle  precious poet queen

we will to you, your poems proudly convene.

September 15, 2021

MEDITATE and PRAY

 🙏———-🙏

In overcoming darkness... 

We need the bright beams 

 Coming from above... 

 To light our path.

When things do not seem looking right 

Find a place where your heart feels light.

Away from confusion and deceit. 

And shun the devil's devious entreat. 

Sometimes in life we plunge into the pit

Of human tragic snare - we're too busy 

To care to mind our feet caught in the net ... 

We tend to get blind all along the way. 

The harsh water of reality 

Do test our strength and faith 

Which time imperils our sanity 

Its fluidity sets ...

Seek the sun to brighten your day 

Detach from the hem of darkness 

Conquer the roaring enemies 

In silence,  meditate and pray. 

"God will take care of you."

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright@2021

All rights reserved 

SH-Australia 

September 14, 2021

INSPIRATIONAL POETRY 

A tribute to Janet Rose Lucudo 

Filipino Poets in Blossoms

SPRINGTIME FAIR

My Old Treasure Chest... revisited and gave it a bit of trimming....

The zephyr in the lithe morn of Spring 

Feels like an Angel kissing my face; 

I'm glad it's not the chill of winter's day

Which seemly drags and lingers on. 

The soft touch of a morning light 

In my soul is like a tender embrace;

Its beams gently glimmer through the sky 

Purging the gossamer of wispy clouds.

Beneath the heaven - all is still 

As the songbird flits and glide in the air;

Relinquishing the springtime thrill 

To the crooning bees in the garden fair. 

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright@2010

All rights reserved 

SH-Australia 

September 12, 2010

SEASONS POETRY 

(Edited Version from original manuscript)

September 14, 2021

PS

At 9-degrees Celsius the Spring has regressed to wintry chill for a time since yesterday... and today I woke up to see a refreshing scenery in my surrounding after an overnight rainfall. - September 14, 2021

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What a beautiful spring immortalized by this creative poem full of imagery ❤~Jeffrey Cejero, September 15, 2022

SURPRISE

By Marlene Harkness

A mail has arrived today

A late present for my birthday

I opened it up with so much glee 

Thinking what this could be

Oh! It's an album made especially for me.

I saw the cover, lovely fotos I see

I turned the first page, a beautiful foto of my daughter & me.

This album contains my favourite fotos with my grandkids most specially. Happy memories with family.

It is so meaningful

I am so thankful

A gift I will always treasure

A sweet surprise indeed.

Thank you Deanna Isaiah & Havana

I love you very much. 💕💕💕

Family is forever💖

August 25, 2021

EXOTIC BLEND

By Leah C. Dancel

EUREKA:

Supple and youthful look, 

a blend of beauty and brains. 

A fine gem found beneath the earth 

An angelic lustre in firmament illumines. 

Soft and sweet -

a sculpt chiselled chin contour; 

A rosy countenance of love 

and compassion.

The doe eyed endowment 

speaks of passion 

A subtle glow of a gentle soul allure. 

They must have touched 

a multitude 

of human hearts.

That breadth of wisdom, 

a temple of sense and judgement;

Let alone a niche of acumen and discernment -

Helping the needy with heart, mind and soul. 

In service dedicated 

and true to a calling;

As thousand words unspoken by pursed lips too dainty to utter.

First and foremost, a woman 

Then a wife to a man;

A daughter to a mother -

a mother to a daughter.

A friend to lean on, 

a devoted servant to all.

With beauty enthralling, 

An epitome of exotic blend. 

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright@2021

All rights reserved 

SH-Australia 

September 6, 2021

A Tribute to Eureka Cambonga Bianzon Robey 

FPB Friends Poetry

Eureka came with a crooning reply:

Gratitude is what nesting inside

I wasn't expecting this beautiful sight

Poetess feeling through an amazing poem 

in my heart is a sweet and a gentle song.

If you could only watch my blissful eyes, 

they were smiling ,while tears kissed my cheeks, 

I somehow asked myself If I deserve this prize, 

a mesmerizing piece, an exceptional lyric.

Oh Tita Leah , I don't have enough words to say, your genuine heart absolutely made my day

Thank you for the love from your heart so sincere, you have a special place deep within 

Tita Leah, my Dear ♡

LOVE IS LIKE A KINDLING FIRE

By Leah C. Dancel

Love lives in my heart for you my dear.

It's burning like a kindling fire 

in the night;

Thinking of our happy times together 

That gives assuage to my cold lonely nights.

The rose you planted in my heart 

Has green leafy buds growing too. 

Watered by the rain that came falling from your eyes

It blooms anew and fresh as the morning dew. 

The gloom that you felt in the past

was only a foreboding not meant to last. 

For nobody has ever dared to take your place;

My heart wants nothing but you, in my solitary space. 

The room we built together,

gave way to our tender love.

It's a fragrant nest of our sweet moments, 

I hold sacred like a solemn vow. 

 

@Leah C. Dancel

Copyright@2021

All rights reserved 

September 4, 2021

SH-Australia

Love Poetry

Comments 

Love this💕

Leah Dancel 

You are a glow in the dimlight

That keep gleaming all night

The love you have for each other last till eternity 

In a shadow somewhere , you can see him vividly

~Teresita Mariano Barrera 

THE GREATER LOVE

By Rado Gatchalian

Over the hills, I shall no longer

See the face of the devil.

Whether I stay behind,

The songs of the forest

Linger in me like my own soul.

Why should I stop the journey

Even it seems the world is about to end?

Life is traveling so fast

Every moment becomes a past.

To whom shall I give my love?

Beyond that solitary clouds,

Shall I gaze the beauty of today?

When the night comes

And in my prayer:

Greater love is to endure pain,

Every child becomes a man.

Tomorrow, when the world

Measures the strength of my character:

I shall forever obey and resist

The search for happiness.

Like a river: 

Listen to the flow —

And I become ripples

Where the beginning meets the end.

AUM

By Yesu Ben

Forever soars the deep blue sky into the deep blue sea;

They kiss and merge and kiss again in soft serenity,

I cannot hear their moaning voices from this distant hill,

Oh eager waves, be silent now, if you cannot be still.

At fifteen miles, the green is blue and blue is green today,

Transformed, the sky's become a vast unbroken silver grey,

The wind blows gently, oh so gently clear in seamless lines,

The sun with brush paints over streaks that boundaries define;

The vast expanse of deep blue green does not breathe, does not stir

Absorbing and reabsorbing earth in its breathtaking blur.

Which turns this harmony of sea and sky into one cell,

Interned we therefore seek release from life’s eternal spell.

Now underneath the earth, there crawls the hidden hand of God

Revealing what’s behind the mask, this glamorous façade,

Uprooting trees and coverings that we’ve come to accept;

The birthing of a bigger soul, while we opposed and wept.

But when we’ve gathered Faith again, the sun and sky’s embrace,

With storms and failings, tears and fears, the victories, God’s grace,

Our clarity’s regained and awed at perfect cruelty,

A pinch against sleepy skin and uncertain jollity,

A squeeze to waken weary mind, the middle course of life

That lies between that world and ours; home to our inner strife.

Is our vision good enough to comprehend this force?

These little joys, and pains, they tell us of the inner source.

And rounding slaughter, God, this weary little pilgrim child

When He comes finally to free what’s hiding deep inside,

And then respect and love are earned, the little child’s no more

A young man soon will play another game beyond the door.

But on his own, these treasures do not cost a single cent

Although that’s all he’d hoped for through the years and now he’s bent.

This inner Law, God’s grace, bestowed upon the human race

Have benefitted him and always have been near his face.

What hovers up above is also He that’s underneath;

Now lay your weary garment down and cover it with wreath.

For on the third day shall ye rise, and heaven shall ye reach

But to set forth the many laws requires a lengthy speech.

MY TRUTH, MY PASSION

By Estelle Cortes

None but a handful could understand

Why I often go back,

 to the bosom of my beloved mountains,

Where the trees grow thick,

On its mossy grounds,

Where a cacophony of 

Birds chirping and cicadas singing,

Where owls hoot at night,

And frogs croak even at daytime,

Where streams flow dreamily

To where rivers run,

Often ending into waterfalls,

Where the sun could glimpse,

Creating rainbows as the waters

Splash and dance.

Up there I embrace-

My truth, my passion

And the fears I hide inside,

Out there I get lost, willingly cry,

Howl my lament to the Moon at night.

Out there I've died many times,

But like my beloved Trees,

Experienced rebirth in countless ways,

In countless times.

The Trees will always listen,

The creatures there

Will never judge me,

The grounds will accept

Each tear that fall,

The rivers shall cleanse me,

And the waterfalls refresh my Soul.

~Estelle~

09042021

0904H

BLUE THING

By Percy Roxas

I see you, just today

a lonely blue thing on my way

I stopped to check out: watched you play

without the wind to make your day.

I saw you there just now

and thought I'd join you in that bough

you seem to say yes with that bow,

I do not have to arch my brow.

I see you yes; I saw -- it's me

Perhaps I'm just as lonely as can be

a blue thing, smiling, cute and free

but inside something longs to flee!

Source: FB/September 3, 2021