BE THERE FOR SOMEONE

By Estelle Cortes

Pleasant dreams to those who can sleep, Sprightly thoughts for those who can't.

 May the Universe guides us all 

When the morrow comes,

To accomplish each our task 

And fulfill our noble duties, 

To be kinder, gentler to every Soul 

we meet along our path, 

Maybe heal a wound, hold a hand, 

To simply be there 

when someone's world 

And dreams and hopes

Come tumbling down

Because often, being present,

Is all that really matters.

Just be there for someone,

If and when you can.

                 

  ~Estelle~

  04302022

AUTUMN RAIN

By Leah C Dancel

In reply to Yanny Widjanarko's Half Summer 

AUTUMN RAIN

(Haiku)

Sleepless in Autumn

Howling strong winds in the night

Rain unrelenting.

Leah C Dancel

Copyright © April 28, 2022

All rights reserved

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Summon the Rain

By Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao

I could no longer find...

Maybe, there's nothing left behind.

Inside this heart, I'm groping...

For that one tender moment, I'm longing.

To be swept away by some enchanting scent...

Transported to a magic-laden moment,

Bewitched and charmed by force so alluring,

Raptured in a moment of joy overwhelming.

While time has a way to make you forget...

All the things that will bring you regret.

The mind has a way to make you remember...

Those precious things in your heart forever.

Under the skies of a thousand travelling clouds...

The souls of lonely hearts crowd.

Chanting a summon for a magical rain...

Shower some spell, so we can live again.

📸 by Jonnie Ocular

#oldpoemreposted

WHAT'S UP IN THE SKY

By Leah C Dancel

Travelogue:

WHAT'S UP IN THE SKY

As you fly, you'll see foams of clouds, 

Sometimes dense, thick and wispy.

Sometimes they form like a sea,

Or a vast  ocean calm and peaceful. 

Sometimes they look like curls of waves,

Alluring and tempting; calling at you for a swim.

Clouds have names: cumulus, cirrus, nimbus and stratus 

Just to name a few.

A road map becomes visible in the eyes 

As you look down below:

Winding rivers snake through slithering waterways,

Following its course, till it reaches

The ocean and push its might.

The greenery of mountains, forest trees, 

And all vegetations that symbolise life. 

Far in the amazon of jungles roaming free; 

Wild creatures are hidden from view,

Shameful I couldn't see their mischievous  ways.

Much more for the tiniest creatures that ...

Crawl, climb, creep, flit, fly, run, and wade;

In dry lands, marshes and bogs to fertile grounds.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © April 27, 2021

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#travel

Photo: American Airlines

April 27, 2013

Flight to Dallas Love Field Airport from Oklahoma City  via Southwest Airlines and back to Los Angeles from Houston, Texas USA by American Airlines.

LET THE EARTH BREATHE

By Loreta C Bande

A Mirror Refrain Poem

LET THE EARTH BREATHE

Forever bound to debt of trust

For the breath of life taken

From the Earth's immense kindness

Revere the breath of life sweetly given.

How do you show gratitude

When the donor grows helpless

Revere the breath of life sweetly given

From the Earth's  immense kindness.

Generosity greatly exploited

The land that gives gravely shaken

From the Earth's immense kindness 

Revere the breath of life sweetly given.

Reduce excessive consumerism

Lest garbage heaps grow endless

Revere the breath of life sweetly given

From the Earth's immense kindness. 

Stop thinking of novel things to own

Learn to reuse, repair the broken

From the Earth's immense kindness 

Revere the breath of life sweetly given. 

Waste not, you'll want not

Be a saver, mend the weaken

Revere the breath of life sweetly given

From the Earth's immense kindness. 

You're not here to use up all resources

Conserve for the descendants to enliven

From the Earth's immense kindness 

Revere the breath  of life sweetly given

Loreta C Bande ©️ lcbande 26422

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELANY

By

Estelle,

When the night was cold,

And we're not as old,

We gazed at the stars above.

We then framed our dreams,

But our age now screams,

Seems our time is running out.

Doesn't matter now what we get,

The friendship was our best bet.

In this life we're holding hands!

Now that we are golden,

To a life that's embolden,

Let's Rock 'n Roll to the world!

                                           Em-em

Estelle Cortes

From Romeo Balingcongan

I wrote the poem below for you before. I still think it describes you perfectly well. Let this be my birthday greeting for you again, dear Melany!

The years went by

Softly

Quietly

Violently

Sometimes 

Matter of factly

Grey hair

Started to show

Here and there

Haphazardly

No reason

No rhyme

Some things

Remained vivid

In your mind

Depressing

Disturbing 

Delightful

Inspiring

Some vague

Flickering

Flitting

You gathered all

And wove a garland

Of dreams and visions

Words stringed together

To trace the contours of 

Poignant memories

And beautiful

Remembrances

That defined what

You have become now

A lovely and awesome

Specimen of the human race

It is a cliche

I know

But let me greet you

Nonetheless

Happy Birthday

Dear friend.

ANZAC SPIRIT

By Leah C Dancel

ANZAC SPIRIT

Cold rainy morning

ANZAC DAY today has been

Solemn as ever...

Feeling deep fervour

To all the heroes of wars

Australians paying 

tributes from dawn till sunset.

They reflect, "Lest we forget."

Kiths

Kens

Gather

ANZAC's verve

Paying homage to

Serving humanity for peace.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © April 25, 2022

All rights reserved

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#AnzacDay

#25April2022

#haiku

#tanka

#fibonacci 

Photo lifted from FB

Many years later

The blood of our heroes

Appeared like deep red capes

That drape the ground where they lay. 

The seeds of their spirits grew

Like plants growing in the field

In due time, they bloom in thousands

Upon thousands, year by year.

The remnants of their own seeds

Come to gather on this sombre day 

Feeling downcast at the plangent sound

Of the reveille's call to arms.

Reminding the presence of the fallen

Lying deep beneath their grave 

On each white cross is etched 

Their heroic ancestors' name engraved. 

From eventide to dawning

These brave men endured the cold

In that strange land, hunger too was their enemy

At the expense of their dignity, much less their lives.

The young generation continues on 

the legacy of honouring their lost beloved heroes.

So at the rising of the sun, they envision

The glorious apparition of these brave spirits: 

The courageous fallen soldiers smiling down on them with deep pride. 

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 10 February 2023

All rights reserved 

Shrine of Remembrance 

War Memorial

Melbourne VICTORIA 

FB 18 February 2023 

NEW BEGINNING

By Jeffrey Cejero

New Beginning

jepoy

From destruction, a star is born

Dusts of clouds gather, start to morn

To squeeze, to heat up but not torn

From destruction, a star is born

A rainbow comes after the rain

Drip-drop, woosh! Can you feel the pain?

From this plain, on this flat terrain

A rainbow comes after the rain

Face this winter, soon will be spring

Coldness turns everything freezing

Dance this winter, do some singing

Face this winter, soon will be spring

Morning, a smile after a night

Moon and stars may stop giving light

But don’t lose your sight, show your might

Morning, a smile after a night

Every break up blooms a new hope

Set yourself free, untie the rope

Someone is waiting, cross that slope

Every break up blooms a new hope

You’re the Phoenix, death comes new life

From your ashes, from all the strifes

Your life will not end from a knife

You’re the Phoenix, death comes new life

REMINDED

By Mel

Reminded

By Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao

The refreshing cold breath of the ocean,

The calming breeze from the gentle sea...

The glistening reflections of the setting sun...

Releases my troubled spirit free.

The rhythmic sound of the waves that rushes to the shore...

Reminds me with  memories of the distant past.

Innocence of my younger days that's pure...

Those longings at that time, I thought would last.

Now, standing by the edge of a lonely beach...

Lay memories that time can't erase...

The miles that stretched behind me and my dreams...

I reconnected them with silent screams.

Only Human – Seek and Ye Shall Find

By Clive Norman

Only Human

– Seek and Ye Shall Find

--

Since we’re only human, is often the only excuse we need

Most human being’s unwittingly or not, steal, lie, judge, rebuke, and maybe, make fun of others every day

We cannot help ourselves, but to admire the beauty, that is only skin deep

Hurtfully cringing, or sympathising with the unusually unfamiliar

Influenced by our never-ending experiencing ever-evolving biases

Everyone suffers from individually created actions and their subsequently karmically interwoven consequences

By everything we perceive and do in our daily lives

Barely looking beyond, the frail fragility of human nature;

Never respectfully looking beyond abnormalities or gender

Or the roles they serve within our many culturally differing communities

Since we’re not simply, only human;

Seek and ye shall find, beyond universal boundaries

The centre of our individually perceived universe

The blissfully natured spirit, the essence of soul

The eternally flowing consciousness, veiled unassumingly, in clear sight, deep within

Untouched by humankind, without Race, form, or gender

The multidimensional, infinitely unimaginable, esoterically energetical, all-encompassing eternally flowing, miraculously emancipated consciousness!

--

By Clive Norman © 18thApril 2022

WHEN PARENTS GET OLD

By David Pemberton

WHEN PARENTS GET OLD

Let them grow old with the same love that they let you grow ... 

Let them speak and tell repeated stories with the same patience and interest that they heard yours as a child ... 

Let them overcome, like so many times when they let you win ... 

Let them enjoy their friends just as they let you … 

Let them enjoy the talks with their grandchildren, because they see you in them ... 

Let them enjoy living among the objects that have accompanied them for a long time, because they suffer when they feel that you tear pieces of this life away ... 

Let them be wrong, like so many times you have been wrong and they didn’t embarrass you by correcting you ... 

LET THEM LIVE and try to make them happy the last stretch of the path they have left to go; give them your hand, just like they gave you their hand when you started your path!

“HONOUR your Mother and Father and your days shall be long upon the earth." ~God of The Bible 

Source: David Pemberton  via Walter's 60+ and Laughing

Photo : With Auntie Loida Oliva Casis Radasa, 85, the remaining Matriarch (Step sister of our late Mother) in the family. December 13, 2019

MOONLIGHT

MOONLIGHT

For a year,

two or three,

lockdowns forbade

me to see you.

You were invisible

in my sight

for that long.

I've abstained 

myself longing

to even dream of you.

But tonight you appear

at last! Shining

in your brightness:

No rain impedes

Nor storm threatens

No weather snarls

at your peaceful peak

of this night;

To contradict the beauty

of your divine light.

There you are up high

enticing me 

to dream again.

Under your flourescent

influence, I submerge

into a dreamy trance.

There in your realm

is pure bliss of

unparalleled

 peace.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © April 17, 2022

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#moonlight

IF ONLY

By Myr Reyes E. Tejada

I F  O N L Y

If only I would be given a chance

To talk with God just for once

I will beg Him to please hurry

Come sooner and not to tarry

For all creations to have mercy

Rescue us from chaos and apostasy.

If only I had it my way

I will ask Him to end the world today

And create a new one in its place

Where love abounds, no room for hate

For Him to reign in glory filled with grace

When death at last have been vanquished.

Under His reign Earth will flourish

All creations are siblings, united in peace

Light of wisdom is at its brightest

Everything will be at their very best

The Earth will be a paradise

Time, the Destroyer, will lose its might.

And if I get lucky to be asked

What kind of Earth would I prefer

Forever I would love to bask

His original design I would favor

When innocence filled both man and beast

And lived in harmony, joy and peace.

Copyright @

Myr Reyes E. Tejada

Easter Sunday 2022

Photo downloaded from the Internet

TIME by Mário de Andrade

Lifted from Estelle Cortes

I counted my years

and realized that

I have less time to live by,

than I have lived so far.

I have more past than future.

I feel like that boy who got a bowl of cherries.

At first, he gobbled them,

but when he realized there were only few left,

he began to taste them intensely.

I no longer have time to deal with mediocrity.

I do not want to be in meetings where flamed egos parade.

I am bothered by the envious,

who seek to discredit the most able,

to usurp their places, coveting their seats,

talent, achievements and luck.

I do not have time for endless conversations,

useless to discuss about the lives of others

who are not part of mine.

I no longer have the time to manage

sensitivities of people who despite their chronological age, are immature.

I hate to confront those that struggle for power,

those that ‘do not debate content, just the labels’.

My time has become scarce to debate labels,

I want the essence.

My soul is in a hurry …

Not many cherries in my bowl,

I want to live close to human people, very human,

who laugh of their own stumbles,

and away from those turned smug

and overconfident with their triumphs,

away from those filled with self-importance.

The essential is what makes life worthwhile.

And for me, the essentials are enough!

Yes, I’m in a hurry.

I’m in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.

I do not intend to waste any of the remaining cherries.

I am sure they will be exquisite, much more than those eaten so far.

My goal is to reach the end satisfied

and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.

And per Confucius “We have two lives

and the second begins when you realize you only have one.”

Poem: Mário de Andrade - The Valuable Time of Maturity

IF ONLY by Leah C Dancel

Remembering

IF ONLY

"My mother was old and rugged and grey" ... Remembering my Mother. Remembering my parents.

...

If only my Mother and Father were alive 

They would love to live here

Nature is blest, rich and pure

Their beauty they will surely enjoy

Breathing in the fresh air

Drinking and eating all that abounds 

Dancing and strolling in the vastness of space

Munching and nibbling cheeses and chocolates

They would love to see the greens in season

They wouldn’t even mind the brownings of drought

They would be in awe of the wilderness

Much as they would feel enchanted by the sea

And the ingenuity of its original land owners

They would simply love Australia

"The land of beauty, rich and rare!"

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © April 16, 2021

All rights reserved

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A POET'S GARDEN

Anything Friday Passage

A POET'S GARDEN

My friend has shared with me his love for gardening to which he grows flowers and plants of all kinds.

He's enthusiastic about this passion.

Akin to poetry, he diligently tends his plants every single day.

He showered me a simple narrative on how his garden beautifully grow with flowers blooming as if they are smiling at him and looking happy.

"Don't you know that if you talk to your plants they listen to you?" I told him one day.

"And when you take good care of them, they respond the same by giving you their beauty through healthy growth? And when you are happy in their company, they smile back, feeling cheery by showing off their beautiful flowers? Yes, plants, too, do have their own language to communicate with humans." 

"Ignore them and they sulk, they grow wild in disarray, get wilted, and you know the feeling of being neglected. Give them due care, time and attention, and they too will reward you with results you, the gardener, alone can feel the pleasure of satisfaction when they bless you with copious blossoms bright and fair!"

"They bring back the creatures from nature such as bees and butterflies to play with them and more beauty they re-create through pollination." I added.

My friend gave my thoughts a thought... and his garden becomes a source of his inspiration to write more poetry.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © April 16, 2022

All rights reserved

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#ILAMagazine 

#AnythingFriday

#April16,2022

SOPHISTICATED LADY

ILA Magazine Challenge

Photo lifted from Clip art

SOPHISTICATED LADY

She's a classy lady known for being perspicacious,

Whose cognitive skill is auspicious.

Her self-expression is loquacious.

As a reader she's rather voracious.

Amongst her friends she's most gracious;

In the company of peers, she's vivacious.

With her work colleagues, she's bodacious,

These traits she possessed without being conscious.

She's communicative and far from sequacious;

Her strong leadership proves efficacious;

In her desire for success she's pertinacious;

Her determination is strongly tenacious.

The future is bright,  in her subconscious 

Mind, she holds notions in a place kind of spacious;

Humble in spirit, yet carefree, but never capricious;

By far she is daring, intrepid and audacious.

A lady with sophisticated bearing looking svelte and luscious;

She finds some place elegant, to sip champagne, and, fancy nibbles so delicious!

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © April 15, 2022

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#ILAMagazine 

#WOW-Perspicacious

#A_TWIST_on_Poetry

Underneath the Tree

By Helen Sarita

Underneath the tree...

Alone, underneath the tree

Thinking of you and me

Talking deep and sincerely

Tears streaming, I could see.

Oh dear, what made you cry?

Come on, open to me your sighs.

Were those heavier than mine?

Come and let our souls bind.

Did someone else hurt you?

What were you bothered to?

Open to me, don't hide it through.

Here I am, just waiting for you.

Are there some guilts on you?

That is why you're feeling blue.

This is not yet, you thought, an end.

There is a reason why it happened.

This is one of my many dreams.

To heal ample hearts in pains.

In a place silent and serene

With ambiance so welcoming

I will share stories of the past.

And the difficult road I've passed.

It will surely light up your way.

With burdens no longer heavy

Birds on top would sing freely.

Butterflies would waltz with glee.

Flowers would wave gracefully.

The atmosphere would sound so happy.

This dream is waiting for me ahead.

This will come one day, I believe.

In a perfect time and perfect place

Let us build His kingdom on earth.

The essence of a proper service

Is giving freely our own selves

Be such a credence instrument.

To heal wounded hearts and vain.

Underneath the tree,  together

we'll be shielded by His power

Come share yourself unto me.

Let yourself a part of my journey.

~ME

Garden of Love

By

"Garden of Love" 

The biggest seed that i planted in my garden is my heart.

The greatest fruit is love when i depart.

With all the gifts this garden bears.

Will be treasures for all my dears. 

In the coming twilight of my years,

may hardships reward my tears.

May all sleepless nights because of fear,

God grant me serenity and be over. 

I hope in the remaining years of my life,

the sun will shine for me warm and bright.

The seedlings i sow grow in my sight,

because of its merciful light. 

When exhaustion fell on me soon,

i wish i will be over the moon.

In this garden of love my spirit will stay...

my love and tender care will linger till the end of day. 

In this garden my soul will wait for the little ones.

Oh how i wish in here they will have some fun.

Though i am not in my phsical being.

Whispers, hugs and kisses in this garden i will bring. 

May this poem of love reach the hearts of my friends.

When i am passed and life is the end.

Make your own garden of love too.

For the eternal happiness of your souls through and through. 

Napoleon Torres lll

04142022

@ All rights reserved.

Post: own wall

Picture: Google

Written: 07212021

I COME WITH NOTHING, I LEAVE WITH NOTHING

By Leah C Dancel 

Prompted by four consecutive years of successive deaths in the family which I was badly hit by the demise of our twin siblings 19 days apart from each other, two years ago, had me  contemplated my own life as when it would eventuate and how.

I ended up holding a pen to scribble.

I COME WITH NOTHING,

I LEAVE WITH NOTHING

I came to the world naked

With nothing, to be exact,

but with breath to survive.

I lived in my mother's breasts

She nourished me thoughtfully

until I grew strong enough.

I learned to speak as a child

All but maffles and mumbles 

Only my parents understood.

Soon I started my first step,

Steps of a lame little lamb.

Since then, I walked by miles.

From small steps to big footsteps

I journeyed all paths of life;

Rough or smooth, I carried on.

When storms threatened my way,

Faith is my only stronghold

To pull me through trials.

As often, the mountains 

were steep and hard to climb;

At times, very slippery.

If I get lost on dark nights,

The hosts will light up the sky

My guiding light ... that leads me.

In my whole life I've lived

There were lessons to learn

They never come that easy.

Now the sunset is coming

I'm waiting for my own time

Will I be ready to leave

With nothing?

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©April 11, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

Comments:

Crispina Vedra-Diego - A thought of a given life from birth to eternity. A wonderful life lived with gratefulness to the giver of life. I'm reminded of who am I too. Naked came I, in the eyes of God , very special. Love you my dear Le.

Lenore Caytiles - We come with nothing and leave with nothing but the legacy we leave behind would surely pave the way for the next generation. ❤️

Lenore Caytiles - Le, my dearest friend, only the Lord can tell when we will have our final exit. In the meantime until that final day, let us continue to be a blessing to others, be an inspiration and a model to the younger generation. Let us be thankful and happy, everyday is a blessing. Love love and lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

Jadj Dancel - Better think of your legacy manay and all the lives you have touched and changed along your journey. Nothing can harm your kind soul. Hugs cuz!!!

Jeffrey Cejero - You came to the world with nothing but you have touched the hearts and souls of so many people. Blessed we are for meeting you po nay.  ❤

MC Lacdao - Love the music that resounds from the lyrics of the song which you wrote incarnated in your poem. A simple treat but an awesome delight to start the week right .

Gus Perez Amio - Life's cycle, a journey from sunrise to sunset, the pitfalls, the humps and bumps, the plateaus, the peaks, pinnacles and the summits in-between. Life, indeed is an endless cycle of hellos and goodbyes, of arrivals and departures. 

Love your poem....as usual, poetry at its best.

Lynn Valaquio Garcia - Well said! We're nothing but just a speck of dust and to dust we return. But let us create happy useful memories that would be our legacy to the next generation.

Teresita Sy Giok LIONG- Truth about our existence.

Manuel Valdez II - We all live to die.. 

From the moment we started to take our first breathe, it's the moment also that we start to die.. It's at this point that I realized that life is too short.

Elena Zaragoza Escubio - Lovely! beautifully done.  you're so good at doing this poetry

Nancy Gandeza - The beauty of nature God has given us,  we have to enjoy everything in this world now, learn the lessons of good and bad things, love and kindness we must share for we only live once.  Very beautiful piece Ms. Leah!

Teresita Mariano Barrera - From nothing you came to the world, still leaving with nothing on your due date...

But you lived a fruitful life 

Leaving behind all strifes

As you watch the sun to set

The beauty of life you'll never forget

Diana Amamio Anzalone - Lovely poem Leah. You are really gifted with such awesome ability! Kudos.  My heartfelt condolence to your family tragedy. 🤕 May they rest in peace, amen.🙏🥰

BOOKS

By Leah C Dancel

BOOKS

📖📚📖📚📖📚📖

Books, books, books

Everywhere I go, I look

Brochures, magazines, newspapers

But books are all that matters

To me and my kids, and grandkids

Reading is beyond habits we breed.

I see smiling faces of my dear ones

Each time I spy them making plans

In going to the library with Mum and Dad

I come along too, being with them makes me feel glad.

The little ones welcome the thought

Of borrowing books to peruse 

At home where silence is free

And reading is fun with old zany Granny!

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © April 9, 2022

All rights reserved

#ILAMagazine

#AnythingFriday

#booksandlibrary

Comment:

Annette Nasser:

Leah Dancel, delightful ink on reading books! 

PEACE

Admin Note:

A compelling write with a tad of irony, the author has justified the era we live today. Will our situation pave a way for improvement? Or is man's way higher than the Providence Highway?

✍️✍️✍️

Lifted from Poetry Australia by permission

peace – a poem by ian paulin

to take no side when only sides are offered

to purchase food with only guns for sale

to know all wars have years of purposed making

they’re loaded long before a shot is fired

words are weapons, truth always the wounded

ways to peace teach peace our only way

wicked souls will always waste our living

their contest worked and festered in dark rooms

see the power and you will see the hidden

see the shadow lurking behind virtue

see your love and you’re no longer victim

there is where true change is always singing

we must bleed this tale no longer friends

week are minds that trigger fear and hate

wield our caring, see the armies crumble

there’s the calling worthy souls will shine

ian paulin – if you believe 2022.

SHE STANDS ALONE

Matthew 12:29

SHE STANDS ALONE

And they enter her dwelling

And they steal her peace

Her wisdom taken.

And they rob her dignity

And smear her integrity

They left her with nothing.

They crushed her spirit

Her charisma trashed

She stands alone

Against unknown foes

Obsessed with envy

Whose discontentment

Is their only security

Thing that never makes them happy

And she, ... she becomes their prey.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©April 8, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

TRUE LOVE EXIST

Lifted from Chris Effiong via ILA Magazine

House of Mamre

St Mary's NSW

LOVE SERIES

(TRUE LOVE EXIST)

There's only one happiness that's so profound in life, to love and to be loved. Most relationships fail because one person was being loved too much and the other wasn't loved enough - how pathetic !

A lot of people are of the opinion that love is blind but on the contrary, it isn't. It sees in the dark and chooses to be the light. It finds the treasury of hidden and unsuspected qualities.

No one can understand the true meaning of love without being... With true love, you can never go wrong because true love last forever, everything else is just an illusion.

I don't want to see love like a problem to be solved or a need to be met rather a reality to be experienced. I don't need any reason to love because LOVE WITH CONDITIONS ATTACHED IS  NOT TRUE .

#Chrisword

PEACE and CONTENTMENT

Prompt No. 4

April Poetry Month

Photo: Rado Gatchalian modelling my photography stunt, Sydney Royal Botanical Garden 2022

PEACE and CONTENTMENT

(THE BLISS of SOLITUDE)

Solitude has been always my friend.

I find peace and contentment in being alone.

Alone in my own world where I feel free of being myself.

Free to do my things without outside pressures.

Free to enjoy aloneness each time I am with nature.

Nature is soothing to which I am comfortable with;

The harmony I feel while fellowshipping with realities of life.

The countryside trips, treks, and fun adventures with anything that I fancy about offers that opportunity.

The memories I hold dear in my heart

are those that happened at random

with spontaneity, unplugged from the mundane and vagaries of the world;

Only solitude can satisfy my soul.

I am blessed with many chances

to feel blissful with solitude

in living alone.

© Leah C Dancel

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IN THE CORNER of the SKY

Lifted from ILA Magazine by permission

"In the Corner of the Sky"

In the corner of the sky

where the streets of heaven meet,

angels wings hold firm.

In rainbows reach,

water mists colors of

prisms arched light.

In the corner of the sky

My love is lifted.

In heights of sorrow...

no limits define

the mourns of a cry.

In the corner of the sky

Surpass your highest potential,

consciousness is not confined.

No constricts of constructs;

In the corner of the sky

find that limits lie.

Rise above anguish,

in orbit take height.

In the corner of the sky

the moon sits...

alone and beau​te​ous in blues.

Forlorn to night;

stars give light's hope,

In the corner of the sky.

written by:

- ©Eric Aguilar

FEEDING THE HOMELESS

Prompt No 3

FEEDING THE HOMELESS

They're not the av'rage homeless Joes

As once they're the backbones of the economy

Tilling and toiling lands to provide us foods

From paddocks to tables they delivered

Foods were sufficient for every family.

One day, our bushland heroes woke up to a flaming inferno

Enraged by man-made calculated scheme they heard

Houses and farm crops were razed to rubbles

Animals and birds were charred to ashes.

Destitute and desperate for help they cried.

No clothes, no foods, no homes to live

Some lives were lost;  they melted in the ground

From nothing to nothing, they rose to redeem their burnt dignity.

No wasted time, the nation clad themselves in compassion 

They pulled together in aid to their fellow brothers

In servitude they gave back in feeding the homeless.

© Leah C Dancel

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Leah Dancel - "that’s what it’s all about, serving God is serving others, selflessly." ~Annette Nasser

WINGS of FLIGHT

PROMPT #2

WINGS of FLIGHT

It was a long sojourn the Old Man was preparing for:

A bundle on his shoulder, moccasin slippers on his feet and a rugged hat.

In shaggy dress of worn out tunic - woven by his mother

A scarf wrapped around his neck to keep him warm

A walking cane to aid him through the rough roads and patchy holes  of life

With provisions of roll bread and water safely tucked by his side

The dawn was dark, not a sparse of streak heavenly beam 

His spines shivered and jolted his ancient bones.

He stepped into the unknown where crag aeons 

Of dormant breadth of bushlands appeared before him

It's not an unusual sight to see in this backwater land without name

But a probing challenge for his frail strength, else, a weaned stamina.

The suppressive stillness proved to be a catalytic company somehow

As his steps unhushed, never tarried.

One step at a time, mile after mile,  without surrender

His journey went steady, stopping only to drink when he thirstied and bread ahungered

He refilled his flask when he saw a clear spring

He showered under the torrents flowing from the mountains high

He laid his head down on soft mosses when nights befell

He took shelter in caverns when stormy weather crossed the paths he trod.

He kept going on wondering where his journey would end.

The mountains sent echoes down the valleys

And the meadows invited him to stay

The rippling rivers tried persuading 

And sacred pools with healing stream did the same

By what seemed an endless trek, he soon realised he stood by the edge of the cliff

A vast blue sea was before him

A tiny sail he saw afar was waving 

Like it beckoned him to step onward

Then his eyes grew dim and his strength waned down

The load he carried got heavier that

It became a burden he could no longer sustain

A sudden gust of winds from nowhere pushed him off 

But the invisible wings of flight caught him in time

He closed his eyes, he held his breath...

His journey adjourned 

When He said goodbye.

©Leah C Dancel

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"GAZING AT MOON FROM BALCONY"

April: Poetry Month Prompt

"GAZING AT MOON FROM BALCONY"

A quiet night at the outback

in  deserted place somewhat;

Here, alone, minding a friend's home, 

a charming homestead on a hill.

I'll take pleasure this evening chill

with crisp autumn air on the mend

from past summer droughts mitherings;

dishing niggling nights no end.

In curious state I now marvel

To come this far, away from home.

My home in the city to this bend,

feeling cool, liberated and free!

Tonight I commune with the moonlight

Quandaries of life I thought to share

A rare momentum this time passes

As I oft missed moon rising at my place.

Here in balcony I sit at ease

Watching the iridescent light

Of this wintry moony night

How I feel transfixed in that sea of peace!

How mysterious the night can be!

For in the clouds, I see God's glory!

The hosts of Angels encircling His throne

To watch the earth with light beknown.

©Leah C Dancel

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SOMEWHERE OUT THERE

By Linda Ronstadt

Somewhere out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me tonight

Somewhere out there

Someone's saying a prayer

That we'll find one another

In that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are

It helps to think we might be wishing, on the same right star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby

It helps to think we're sleeping, underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there

If love can see us through

Then we'll be together

Somewhere out there

Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are

It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby

It helps to think we're sleeping, underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there

If love can see us through

Then we'll be together

Somewhere out there