IF YOU

By Myriam Ghezail Ben Brahim

☮️☮️☮️ 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼...☮️☮️☮️☮️

If you believe that a smile is more than a weapon,

If you believe in the power of an offered hand,

If you believe that what brings people together is more important than what divides them, ...

If you believe that being different is an asset and not a danger,

If you know how to look at the other with a touch of love,

If you know how to prefer hope to suspicion...

If you feel that it is up to you to take the first step rather than the other,

If the look of a child still manages to disarm your heart,

If you can rejoice in the joy of your neighbor,

If the injustice that strikes others revolts you as much as the one you suffer,

If you see the stranger as a brother who is offered to you,

If you know how to accept that another does you a favor,

If you share your bread and know how to add a piece of your heart to it,

If you believe that forgiveness goes further than revenge...

If you know how to sing the happiness of others and dance their joy,

If you can listen to the unfortunate one who wastes your time and keep smiling,

If you know how to accept criticism and make the most of it without defending yourself,

If you know how to welcome and adopt an opinion different from your own...

If you refuse to beat your chest on others,

If for you the other is first a brother,

If anger is for you a weakness, not a proof of strength,

If you prefer to be wronged than to do wrong to someone,  

If you refuse to let the flood come after you,

If you side with the poor and the oppressed without thinking yourself a hero,

If you believe that love is the only persuasive force,

If you believe that peace is possible, then peace will come!

©® Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim 

2022/2/26

Picture : @ Artsper

PAINT SPEAK

Shared with permission by Julian Sujenran, Author, February 28, 2022/FB

The farm stood isolated, on a quiet countryside

The family that dwelt, to peace, did abide.

The head of the family, busy at the farm

Tending to the cows and stocking up the barn.

 They tilled the land, and grew their  wheat

Worked tirelessly, to achieve this feat.

 The mother, left with her children, to care

For the task cutout, would never despair.

 With infant in her arms, and the older trotting along

They sauntered around the fields, singing a song.

 Writ upon their faces, is the happiness they showed

Gazing upon the crops, they painstakingly sowed.

 Her child feels the grains, so supple to the touch

While her mother looks on, rejoicing as much.

 It'll soon be time to harvest,

contending their hearts to the fullest.

 The farmhouse, so cozy, would soon see a meal

Cooked by the wife, albeit with great zeal.

They would retreat for the night, to the warmth of a bed

To refresh themselves, to yet a busy day ahead. 

 ©Julian Sujendran

Painting : @James Thomas Linnell

Source: FB

Shared by Myriam Ghezail Ben Brahim

SMALL ACTION, BIG REACTION

By Prassana Bhatta as featured in ILA Magazine (International Language and the Arts) 

SMALL ACTION, BIG REACTION is a poem on HUMANITY that sums up the saying: "Little thing means a lot!" 

Please hit the highlighted word HUMANITY that will take you to a safe website to read the whole content.

This also affirms a Bible teaching from Matthew 25:40 "...whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me."

Foreword by Annette Nasser, Founder of ILA Magazine.

This is a "Special Mention" to poet, Prasanna Bhatta, for writing a most eloquent and profoundly beautiful poem of Humanity, on December 10th, 2021, he shared on ILA Group and although it was written in December, I chose it among the January Best Entry Picks because he touched both heart and soul. His title also speaks volumes, as much as his poem, when he writes on so many aspects, the littlest random acts of kindness creates the biggest reaction, whether it be an offering of food or water, or a kiss, or recognition of family members or even the smallest comment to someone's poem, this is how it should always be, to go above and beyond, globally, as all should serve God in serving others, with selfless Love. Thank you, Sir, for gracing us with the honor of reading your deeply moving poem.

IT'S TIME

By Donna Ashworth

There comes a day, somewhere in the middle of every woman’s life, when Mother Nature herself stands behind us and wraps her arms around our shoulders, whispering

“It’s time.”

“You have taken enough now. It’s time to stop growing up, stop growing older and start growing wiser – and wilder.

There are adventures still waiting on you and this time, you will enjoy them with the vision of wisdom and the companionship of hindsight, and you will really let go.

It’s time to stop the madness of comparison and the ridicule of schedule and conformity and start experiencing the joys that a life, free of containment and guilt, can bring.”

She will shake your shoulders gently and remind you that you’ve done your bit. You’ve given too much, cared too much, you’ve suffered too much.

You’ve bought the book as it were and worn the t-shirt.

Worse, you’ve worn the chains and carried the weight of a burden far too heavy for your shoulders.

“It’s time” she will say.

“Let it go, really let it go and feel the freedom of the fresh, clean spaces within you. Fill them with discovery, love and laughter. Fill yourself so full you will no longer fear what is ahead and instead you will greet each day with the excitement of a child.”

She will remind you that if you choose to stop caring what other people think of you and instead of caring what you think of you, that you will experience a new era of your life you never dreamed possible.

‘It’s time’ she will say..

“to write the ending, or new beginning, of your own story.”

FLOWER and ME

By Fibby Bob Kinney

As I gaze up into the sky,

Watching the clouds passing by.

I wonder within my yearning soul,

If as a flower my being could enroll?

What if I and a flower could change place?

The flower as me, and I in its grace.

Then I could live upon a tree;

This would be a new home for me.

I, as a flower, with petals as arms and legs;

My body now as brittle as a dozen eggs.

The stem in my center acts as a brain;

My greatest love is to taste a light rain.

I am nestled serenely upon a bed of green leaves;

Birds and butterflies are my pet peeves.

Bees come to sample my nectar of life;

I am completely pure and free from strife.

To have this magic to become a flower; 

Even for the length of one hour.

Imagine how wonderful this would be;

To actually become part of a tree!

I write this poem to those who wish,

To someday find what they do miss,

That is, to fulfill a dream deep in their heart.

As I, with this flower, never to depart..fBk

Fibby Bob Kinney- (c) author USA

Photo: my picture

Source: ILA Magazine

SONNET: MOON IN THE GLEN

February 22-27, 2022

By ILA Magazine

MOON IN THE GLENT

SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET

By Leah C Dancel

Will the moon come out tonight in the glen

With beams on his face delighting my bliss?

Will he sing me a song just like a Wren

With voice soft and sweet that ask for a kiss?

My heart is throbbing while the night is still.

A secret I could not hold much longer

For I feel lonesome, edify my will.

Only in thee I feel safe to confer:

Let my wish be known in thy heaven's name.

In light and love and truth may thee not hide.

Illumine this world and I will proclaim.

Let all people on earth  in thee abide.

That all shall dwell in peace and harmony.

Let them be glad and hold their dreams nobly.

© Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 24, 2022

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SONNET: 

HARMONY and PEACE

By Leah C Dancel

Will the moon come out tonight in the glen

With beams on his face delighting my bliss?

Will he sing me a song just like a Wren

With voice soft and sweet that ask for a kiss?

My heart is throbbing while the night is still.

A secret I could not hold much longer

For I feel lonesome, edify my will.

Only in thee I feel safe to confer:

Let my wish be known in thy heaven's name.

In light and love and truth may thee not hide.

Illumine this world and I will proclaim.

Let all people on earth  in thee abide.

That all shall dwell in harmony and peace.

Let them be glad, live, dream; all ruffles cease.

© Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 24, 2022

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Under the mentorship of Jeffrey Cejero

THE DAWN IN THE CAVE

THE DAWN IN THE CAVE 

By Leah C. Dancel 

(For.my book)

 

(In collaboration with PHàn Quốc Vũ Based on his artwork of the same title, Vietnamese Paint Artist)

THE DAWN IN THE CAVE

By Leah C. Dancel

In collaboration with PHàn Quốc Vũ

Based on his artwork of the same title, Vietnamese Paint Artist

🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

At the round doorway, a gelid air greets me

With queasy feeling; darkness veils the dome.

Hollowed in eerie silence, I am awed

By this leviathan cave in the dingle.

Overgrown stalagmites are massive;

Spreading like endless unkempt grassy lawn

Above the roof, curtains are hanging down

Dripping stalactites frozen in time.

Wading carefully through the mossy ground;

Slippery wet, the rocky floor beneath

My feet hinted a running stream nearby --

Crystal clear water divinely pristine.

Midnight strikes as hours pass by unaware;

In isolation, lonely echoes dumbed.

Somewhere in the dark I espied a chamfer, 

A perfect place to rest my weary bones.

Oblivion sets in, a stranger appeared.

Muted with words, only his still eyes speak.

He motioned his lips t'wards the sparkling light

Hov'ring above is the ethereal sky.

Snowflakes rained inside the mammoth cavern

Blanketing in frigidity I swear

Beside a stranded soul, that's in a dream

Waiting for the dawn in the cave, I pray.

Copyright © February 24, 2022

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#TheDawnInTheCave

#Artwork

#Vietnam

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From Jeffrey Cejero:

The poem and the artwork are both beautiful po nay. This poem is incredible. It seemed i was reading a novel describing a cave and then, the speaker revealed her emotion. There is sadness in this poem. Stay safe po nay. Just keep those memories and make it as your source of inspiration- to smile, to breathe, to enjoy every moment.... ❤️

TRAINING THE VINES

By Leah C Dancel Dacanay Poetry Form

     Name: Leah C Dancel

ISAIAH 18:5

For before the harvest, as soon as the bud blossoms

And the flower becomes a ripening grape,

Then He will cut off the sprigs with pruning knives

And remove and cut away the spreading branches.

Source: https://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/Pruning

     

Lucy and Frank Backyard Garden

December 29, 2014

TRAINING THE VINES

Working in the vineyard has taught me more of life.

Vines are like people, having their own ways and traits.

Like race and culture, each variety is unique.

We're training the vines early; never leave them late.

The vines grow from the seed with upward slender stem.

Supported by a sturdy stick as its own guide.

The stem then follows the contour, growing in line;

In training the vines, the workers' hands, they abide.

Taking notes of the process how the vines are breed.

In a vast field of space and imagination,

I contemplated how we humans are  chastised.

It makes me think of training the vines in action.

There in the vineyard so cold working on snow fields.

When the sunrise barely wakes up from her slumber.

I compare myself to the vines hanging all day.

Training the vines is done with care in their chamber.

That memory among the vines is a lifetime --

Indelible lessons that fuelled me to strive.

Our strength and weakness are not diff'rent from the vines

In training the vines in us, God helps us survive.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 21, 2022

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103rd Birthday

By

On Your 103rd Blessed Year Tatang Vic

Loved by our Heavenly Father

Adored by affectionate wife and children

Revered by brethren in faith

Tatang Vic, you're blessed beyond years.

Seeing that you're by your ownself

Since Nanang farewelled from this world.

You devoted your entire life in serving God, family and the spiritual community.

Today, you have witnessed the fruitful harvest of the vines you planted long ago.

God is wonderful.

He knows the length of time He numbered for you;

Not only by the lines of wisdom which you existed,

But by the vision you hold for Him in the glorious crown of your greying hair.

Happy 103rd Birthday Tatang!

May long you live!

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©February 20, 2022

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Tatang is Rowena Gonzaga's Father

MAGNOLIA TREE

MAGNOLIA TREE

By Leah C Dancel

Under the spreading Magnolia Tree

I sit to meditate where the world

had been. 

Did it lose its ancient values, 

Based on high moral grounds?

Throngs of people are in awe to see

This imposing tree to them behold

Beauty and grandeur that it vies 

By nature's rule, it stood the ground.

Birds take shield under its canopy

They find comfort as they bundled

In a cool shade needing solace

Away from the flaming orb.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © January 29, 2022

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IRENIC MOON

IRENIC MOON

By Leah C Dancel

Moon, a peeping Tom

Tonight's IRENIC night, 

Midnight beaming acquiscence

To peeping Tom's advances

Mysteriously exchanges glances

With a lady feeling dispirited at home

IRENIC, alone

Watching peeping Tom

Behind the window mesh

Brightly shining 

A beauty in masquerade

IRENIC in celestial facade.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © February 18, 2022

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#Repitition

#ILA 

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TRIUMVIRATE:

By Leah C Dancel

Hàn Quốc Vũ

Kawsar Khalil

SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE

Trail of voices  in hundred tones and tunes are heard.

Sang, chanted and played by choirs, operas in  symphonic concert converged.

Conductors, musicians, playwrights and choreographers  gathered ...

On stage performers play, dance, and croon their lungful theatric acts...

All classic entertainment brought by international figures of renown tracks.

Their sounds echo through the watery surround.

Of thundrous, electrifying verve such effects of unmuffled sound.

Performed by gifted men and women that abound...

In this elegant acoustic house, a palace of its own

Artists and musicians from across the seas beam with pride the world has known.

Envied by the world, Sydney Opera House proudly stands.

It's every performer's pinnacle to attain their dreamtime success

On her stage belonging to the hemisphere where summer skies thrive.

A merit to the country's ancestry that shell-shaped roof house found in southern land.

© Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 14, 2022

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SH-AUSTRALIA

#SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE

#ByHàn_Quốc_Vũ

#VietnameseArtist

#Kawsar'sRhymeScheme

#ByKawsarKhalil

#ValleyofKashmir

Hàn Quốc Vũ, The Artist

Kawsar Khalil

Kawsar's Rhyming Scheme

Author, Creator

 

HERITAGE of the COLONIAL PAST

HERITAGE of the COLONIAL PAST

By Leah C Dancel

I would remember the hills

Turned into a field of daffodils;

And mounds of copious snowdrops sparkling in dewy dresses ...

Dancing and swaying in dreamy breeze.

Gentle winds passed by as the days roll-on ...

Pleased to see how the blossoms glow

In vibrant colours such congenial charms,

Greeting every moment a shower of loveliness.

The tulips in columns arose with pride

And hyacinths blooming in stark contrast beside

While huddling together in their beds

White, orange, and yellow; overshadowed by crimson red.

On rocky grounds crocus were sprouting; dwarfed by shady old trees;

On gracious spaces once a home to a hundred thousand sheep:

Meek and mild such sweet tempers of the flock

Grazing green grasses in contentment out in the paddock.

Meanwhile, there in the cobbled isles, 

A watery park mirrored a reflection of the wand'ring clouds and sun;

Below the sky, wild ducks swam in muted nonchalance, 

Mindful for its pensive silence.

The charming way of mini lakes paved a flowing stream

Down to the pond where black swans shared a place with the mighty obelisk.

Aloof from the rumbling noise of the world,

This Ancestral sacred land would remain a heritage from the colonial past.

© Leah C. Dancel

Copyright© February 14, 2022

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SH-AUSTRALIA

GALLERY:

WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

 

By Christopher Effiong

As the fragrance of flowers spread only in the direction of the wind so shall your love spread in the direction of abundance.

If nothing can stop the sun from rising in the morning and the blooming of roses in spring time so no power of hell will stop your love from its ascension !

Just as a waterfall cannot be silent so your roar of love shall not become a languid echo, it shall not go into extinction !

Through the fiercest of storms, scariest of nights and the grimmest of circumstances, your love shall tower high like Everest !

May this day bring  unspeakable joy and unending blessings. Happy wedding anniversary. Lots of love !

#Chrisword

Source: ILA Magazine

By permission

February 12, 2022

MY ONLINE FRIENDS

By Leah C Dancel

They decided to go ONLiNE

It's quiet as quiet as the grave.

The sunrise looks mellow

And Summer isn't Summer.

The feeling is Autumn blue

It's comforting to know

Because I'm looking forward

To the season of cold ... onward.

I hope these feathered-winged visitors

stay on line for awhile

No escapes, no mischiefs

I wish to see them all with a smile.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 13, 2022

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A BALANCED ACT

By Leah C. Dancel

A BALANCED ACT

Even the sun takes a rest

So is the moon

And the wind

So is the storm.

When the night takes its turn to rest

The sun will take its place

Except that it shines all day

Until it decides to call itself a day!

Even the weather owns a momentum

Either it wants to come out fair

Or scare the life of you and 

change into a storm.

The yin and the yang, 

In all fairness know 

how to set the

balancing of the act

Check your sky and see 

the movement of the sea.

© Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 12, 2022

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SH-AUSTRALIA

RAIN

By Leah C. Dancel

That sweet refreshing rain...

A smell of the country

Fresh from the bushfires

Is a little green paradise

With a leap of faith

God has protected.

Only if you believe!

Good morning

February 13, 2020

Wonboyn Lake NSW

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CLIMATE CHANGE

CLIMATE CHANGE

The dawn takes so long to stay in the sky, 

being firmly snuggled by the floating clouds. 

Summer sunrise wanders north,

going farther away from south.

I've been wondering, 

does it augur an early autumn

and too soon?

After days of good damn rain,

we desperately needed for a hungered land,

scoured and scorched by infernal fires.

Drought worsen and parched both man and land,

starving the living, properties perishing,

and millions of animals are dead.

As hope springs eternal, not,

when skies turned its ancient wrath,

no longer tender, no gentler than wasps

grey to black, death was its cloak.

As darkness prevailed 

gusty winds, violent storms

unleashed hailstones;

thunder roared and lightning struck,

waters overflowed and, floods rushed in.

From calamity to catastrophe

pollies still are malingering;

unashamed, nonchalant 

assenting to their ignorance

that climate change 

is just pure myth.

Back to reality ..

the dawn disappears 

finally, the sky has cast 

its glorious daylight.

Morning coolness breathes

from fresh unminted dew...

Tells of Autumn,

it has come early too soon 

and too good to be true.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©February 11, 2020

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IN THE CITY

IN THE CITY 

(Rispetto Poetry)

People have enough, making way to normal.

In the city, there's so much going on there.

Weather is surreal, intensely abnormal

While traffic flows smoothly, roadworks, too, clutter.

In spite of this seemly chaotic picture,

People remained well-discipline to make sure

They follow protocols set by the leaders

Whose organising acumen is better.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 12, 2022

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SWEET MORROW

By Leah C. Dancel

SWEET  MORROW

When love contains
In the heart of men
It's only given
Those who sustained.

The Spring is back
Only for you
It's Fall for me
The rose still stays.

Its fragrance weaves
A melody
A song in my heart
Rings merrily.

The coolest breeze
That sways the leaves
Of fair sweet rose
There, love arouse!

In blissful morn
The spring renews
A fresh dawning
Of sweet morrow.

~Leah C Dancel~

Copyright © 11 March 2012

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WORDS THAT BREATHE

Somewhere between the lines poetry is born,

Where  words confess emotions in verses and rhymes,

And becomes a beam of light to the gloomy world,

That opens a path to unity, love, humanity, understanding.

A mind manifestation with a heartbeat of reality,

Planted and grow with a brilliantly tell-tale story,

Where metaphors of tears are described in a poetic agony,

Where happiness and laughter are described rhythmically.

Everything that feels and sees  can turn into pages,

A forest for the head an ocean for the heart,

Floated and sink in the ink swim to be expressed,

Unexpectedly but intentionally created to breathe into life.

©®Dimple Lobo Corcino Opina

FRIENDS AND CHILDREN

FRIENDS AND CHILDREN

Three lady friends in similar circumstances

Met in a country town where we used to live.

Having children hanging around with each other,

They (kids) thought it's tough to have a Filipino Mother.

Three single mothers, united in front, they lived to give.

(Stanza 1 -5 lines Rhyme ABCCB)

To give their children guidance is the way to live.

They show them love, to enjoy life with laughters.

Discipline was instilled in those tender minds 

The kids remember everything that was nice and kind.

They're blessed to have such special mothers.

(Stanza 2 - 5 lines Rhyme BCDDC)

In good times and bad times these chums bonded together;

In friendship firm and strong, with ties that bind.

Their children are now parents who got their own heirs;

A company's alliance and trusted partners;

They work together to keep their daily grind.

(Stanza 3 - 5 lines Rhyme CDCCD)

Three lady friends who are true and kind.

They now live far away, but meet in happenstance.

Gratefully happy with life reflective,

Looking back to their glum days, they thoughtfully relive;

Thankful to the Providence for giving them another chance.

(Stanza 4 -5 Iines Rhyme DABBA)

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright© February 6, 2022

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Concept by ® Kawsar Khalil 

MY UTOPIA

By Lily Dancel

MY UTOPIA

By Lily Dancel

The valley green

And mountains high.

The clearest stream

And winds that sigh.

The bluest sky,

The brightest sun.

Where trouble sleeps

And death is none.

My Paradise

Is as a pool

Of pearls so white,

So soft and cool.

The singing of

the pine trees tall

The marching of

the ants so small.

My refuge here

My world so safe

Utopia!

My special place!

Riverstone High School - Year 10  (?)

Wyndham College - Year 11 (?)

English Assessment

Photo: ©Leah C. Dancel

Mt. Keira Summit

Wollongong, NSW

June 27, 2021

Passage: RUMI by Leah C Dancel

By Leah C. Dancel

RUMI: MY ICONIC POET

(Passage)

The world renowned Persian Poet, Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi's mystical, philosophical and  spiritual wisdom embodied in his guiding principles to living that still influence so many since time immemorial speak of his unlimited erudite mind.

Having influenced by great mentors and teachers in his time, he expanded his knowledge into different branches of fundamental discipline to which he imparted to humanity from all walks of life. 

His love of poetry and prose are exemplary and in simplicity of his words, his flow of thoughts ran like a never ending river, a non drying oasis in the desert, a deep well on dry lands to the vast body of the ocean. He touched all nature's beauty that is seen in the mountains, the highest sky, the birds, plants and trees and flowers and even animals. 

Such broad map of knowledge he covered from day to day of his lifetime writings and teachings is almost akin to the spring well of learning I found in the Bible. After all, he was too, a profound Theologian. 

If only I could be like him, ... nevertheless, it's enough for me to devote my admiration for everything I learnt from him.

His erudite mindset rests on things above rather than upon the earthly wiles. And with so many he could teach me, his honest and thought provoking testament on human principle has me in awe of his eternal wisdom. Ruminating on this particular verse below,  please allow me to highlight and share with you:

“This being human is a guest house. 

Every morning is a new arrival. 

A joy, a depression, a meanness, 

some momentary awareness comes 

as an unexpected visitor...

Welcome and entertain them all. 

Treat each guest honorably. 

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, 

meet them at the door laughing, 

and invite them in. 

Be grateful for whoever comes, 

because each has been sent 

as a guide from beyond.”  

~Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 4, 2022

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VALENTINE, VALENTINE

VALENTINE, VALENTINE

Valentine, Valentine!

Why are you so aloof?

Where's the heart I hang on the roof?

Valentine, Valentine!

The erudite postman came today

He said he's too handsome for me.

Valentine, Valentine!

Who give you that name?

My, my! My mother got yours the same!

Valentine, Valentine!

I'm very sad today

My Valentine went away.

Valentine, Valentine!

I wish you make me jolly.

Is a Red, Red Rose coming my way?

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 3, 2022

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#ILA_Magazine 

#Valentine Prompt

#February 14, 2022

HAPPY NEW YEAR

By Jeffrey D Cejero

HAPPY NEW YEAR

(H)ail the blessed warmt(H)

(A)llow every positive aur(A)

(P)ave  way to golden shi(P)

(P)ointing to a bounty of cu(P)

(Y)onder to everlasting jo(Y)

(N)oble sun and great moo(N)

(E)ncourage me to continu(E)

(W)ishing, hoping on this flo(W)

(Y)ears have passed, new da(Y)

(E)mbraces  me with pure lov(E)

(A)nd this midnihght orchestra(A)

(R)oaring, greeting this yea(R)

February 2, 2022