IT WAS A LIE

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

#It_Was_A_Lie

    Once followed my heart

   But was gladly led astray 

   And beguiled love’s blind

   Am taking the bold step

   Walking away from it all

   It has been long coming

  For what we shared was

 Though a wonderful li(f)e

 Lessons I will never forget 

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

All Copy Rights Strictly Reserved

         27-03-2023

Inspired by the image by #Godwin_Thomas_Waddle

AN ANGEL IN HUMAN FORM

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

#Tribute_To_Mother_Theresa

#An_Angel_In_Human_Form

When too much is not just enough

Is her untamed quests to do more

An irresistible compassion display

Driven not by ego but agape love

Lay down own life/time for others 

Living to make others the better 

Taking strides with sages/angels

One transcending human frailties

Whose joy is to see others thrive 

Soft spoken with great deed done 

Choose voluntary poverty to riches 

A royal fraternising with the lowly

Pursuing service for humanity first

Humbling her contemporaries in all

Prefer poverty stricken country home

Gave hope to orphans and dejected

Never sort praise of men nor kind word

Never ever responded to threat by any

Effused warmth with her facial smiles

A shining light in a third world country 

Whose glow was beyond skin and time 

By Lucky Stephen Onyah 

All Copy Rights Strictly Reserved

        09-02-2023

Image credit Google

A TEACHER IS ALWAYS WRONG

[Lifted from Mychell Malupa's post.]

A TEACHER IS ALWAYS WRONG

When a teacher lectures or discusses in class they say she is boring,

When she gives activities to her students, they say she is lazy.

When she teaches the traditional way, 

they say she is not innovative;

When she introduces games or drills, 

they say her class is unruly or noisy.

When she scolds students, 

they say she is a "terror";

When she doesn't mind her students, 

they say she is lenient.

When she submits reports early, 

they say she is a "stressor";

When she submits reports late, 

they say she is inconsiderate.

If she doesn't get promoted, 

they say she doesn't know how to document her activities;

If she gets promoted, 

they say she is only good at preparing papers.

When she always obey the principal/head teacher, 

they say she is a "pet";

If she does things on her own or express her opinion, 

they say she is hard- headed and proud;

When she stays beyond office hour in school, 

they say she doesn't know how to manage her time;

If she goes home immediately after class, they say she lacks commitment.

A TEACHER seemed always WRONG but when she/he dies, 

NO ONE can take her/his place 

in the HEARTS of those people 

whom she/he has TOUCHED.

(c) Judica Bilog Dasco

I AM A TOURIST

By Myr Reyes E Tejada

I AM A TOURIST

I travel everywhere via my books

Ride written words to distant nooks

Each line a train chugging down the track

A roaring jet, a racing car, a rolling yacht.

Right there is my tour itinerary

A prologue of the sites I would see

Thrilling wonders, an exciting overview

Of experiences beautiful and new.

Every page then, takes me on a flight

Reach galaxies veiled from my naïve eyes 

Soar heights where I would not dare fly

Discover secrets that cosmos hides.

Each chapter takes me on a cruise

Surf the troughs and crests of ocean waves

Play hide and seek in underwater caves

With sharks and dolphins befriend mermaids.

I could rewind the clock or do a time lapse

Talk with the sages from millenniums past

Be alive in the world a century hence

Past, present, future, I could experience.

I also have my own travelogue

In the leaves of the epilogue

Inspiring me to keep on and move

Find other places where I could groove.

© Myrtle Eve

24/02/2023

Philippines

Photo source: google

BEYOND THE DREAM

By Hum Ale

Beyond the Dream 

I cannot leap since I’m engulfed 

Within the domain of war 

A demarcation in my mind it jostles 

This land is of mine to savior the heart says 

As when the wind caresses the whiff of vinegar 

This wide prairie land in my eyes 

I spread my wings as if freedom is with me

Poignancy I feel since the cloud masquerades 

The silvery fliers to the land 

I squeak, my sweet child transfixes  

My mind dwells in qualm 

Smothered by dark dream

With the silhouette of smoke that billows 

The callous winds caresses as the siren bellows 

Hearts shrieks in yonder 

It’s just within an inch of distance 

Where I might feel safe 

The land may not be of mine to tread 

As a different identity I’m marked 

Can I quell my shredded heart? 

I wonder if the same place 

I would embrace with my heart 

And find the same palpitation 

Over my tattered body that glorifies 

For one benign home to cook edible foods 

And, peace would shower 

With an arrival of a divine messenger 

Even when I can’t think of my age as years drift

The sunset might tell in the feeble winter 

To not remember the hymn of a minnow 

That withers along with the relic of debris 

Somewhere far in my home 

(C) Hum Ale 

Photo Courtesy: Google

THE PERFECT SOCIETY

By Myr Reyes E. Tejada

THE PERFECT SOCIETY

(“Solitude is sometimes the perfect society”: John Milton)

I, myself and me

My favorite company

This great assembly

Lives in perfect harmony

Enjoying tranquility.

It’s a league where we

Could agree to disagree

Where we could all be

Who and what we are truly

Comfortably every way.

This unique posse

Is the perfect society 

When serenity

Unites the heart and psyche

The spirit, soul and body.

The golden silence

Appeals to God of Heaven

To come and listen

Heal a heart that is broken

And restore it once again.

© Myrtle Eve

21/02/2023

Philippines

Image from the Net

THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH FOOD IN DENTURES

Lifted from Poetry Australia

Peter Thorpe 

My dentist sends a reminder for check-ups with a little poem in it. I got there half an hour early in very hot weather yesterday afternoon, and decided to write my own little ditty and license it to them free of charge to use. 20 minutes later, this was scribbled up on a spare sheet of paper given to me by the receptionist.

THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH FOOD IN DENTURES

Mon-20-Feb-2023

If you give your teeth a checkup, 

long before they’re wearing down;

You might well prevent a filling, 

maybe even save a crown.

We can clean the built up calculus, 

and stop the spreading plaque;

So your mouth won’t feel uncomfortable, 

while sleeping in the dark.

We use local anesthetics, 

and you will not feel the drilling,

In the case of situations 

that could need a buckle filling.

If you’re needing explanations, 

we can show you on the screen.

We shall test your bite with X-rays, 

much more clearly to be seen.

We’ve got Hi-Caps up and running, 

so it’s easier to pay;

With some help from your provider paying us that very day.

Our receptionists are friendly, 

and they send reminder text,

On the day before we see you. 

Why not book a check-up next?

AFLOAT

By Rosie Caristea

A F L O A T

Dare not to ask where I am going 

Nor to question where I came from 

You would never want to know 

Neither you'll understand.

For I am a ship in the ocean 

with this fragile sail above 

My anchor knew the darkest depth 

It has touched beyond the sand.

I fought the waves of turbulence 

Rest on the surface when it's calm 

I ain't no friend to bad fishes;

I always clammed up like the clams.

During the days of scorching heat 

when my body was almost sun-baked

I sail in pain without a word;

I dare not cry to ask for help.

The ocean knew my every weakness

It helps develop all my strength

My destination though I'm certain

I am dependent on the wind.

I have been here from the beginning 

Without a place in the vast land 

From port to port I moored to rest

I've been at home but not welcome.

®©Rosie Caristea 

@Rio Ramilo 

021423 

~From The Oasis of Verses and Rhymes 

All Rights Reserved 

📷Markus Gaan

SAPPHIRE SKY

Photo: Air New Zealand

©Leah C Dancel

August 19, 2015

Sapphire Sky

By Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao

My lipstick mark on my cup...

It's glaring red under the light.

A smile curved in the corner...

A thought figured out of nowhere.

Life rushing in the freeway...

On the fast lane, in the highway.

Some got caught up in the race...

Others came crashing on a daze.

The lines on my face...

Though time can't erase...

The space of my days...

I can fill with colorful laces.

I'll never join the stampede,

I won't live the life they craved.

I'll listen to my spirit calling... 

On the hillside, my sapphire sky  is waiting!

Copyright/2019/Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao

NUTTY HEART'S DAY

By Leah C Dancel

Revised Version:

Reminiscing a span of humour on a wet-draped Love Heart's Day last year, the day Irene and Matt chose to say "I do" in a simple ceremony held at Sydney Opera House. On the way to the Reception... there's an encounter happening at the backdrop of the International Passengers Terminal, The Rocks (Circular Quay).

*****

NUTTY HEART'S DAY

Let the last teardrops fall

Let it melt in heavy rainfall.

Merciless, unforgiving rainfall 

Let grief and sorrow befall.

Walk, even I, walk

Alone on this fluvial day

Cold and trembling

In damp weather, despair.

Eyes welling; vision dimmed 

The cobblestone pathway 

No one can see 

Steps slowing in waters deluged.

There's a voice I heard calling 

I saw a stranger walking t'wards me

Halfway through the pelting drops

From the sky, as destitute as he.

We stopped midway and he gazed

To find me clad in blue

And he, in pristine immaculate white,

Bespoke of a sailor's suit.

In fine manner with rapport ease

He said, hello with a sheepish smile:

"Today's Valentine's Day

Can I have a kiss, please!"

I was taken aback by his fresh demeanor

He looked so decent and dignified.

Was caution thrown into the air?

Like a Mother Cat, I extended a paw.

There under that damned rainfall

Two adjusted umbrellas aligned

Two foolhardy rushed a peek on each cheek

A coy Thank You, I love you was read on his lips.

A bit of chit chat and what's not told;

I bid adieu for I was in a hurry

To the wedding feast, I must not tarry;

It wasn't far from where we stood.

Was it serendipity that we should meet?

For a brief encounter on that Heart's Day?

Amidst the torrents, visible in the fog

He asked one more kiss, one more time.

(On the lips, 

And Hell, No!

Not, a fat chance!)

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 14 February 2023

All rights reserved

The Rocks, Circular Quay

AUSTRALIA

A span of humour in this wet-draped Love Heart's Day!

NUTTY HEART'S DAY

Let the last teardrops fall

Let it melt in heavy rainfall.

Merciless, unforgiving rainfall 

Let grief and sorrow  befall.

Walk, even I, walk

Alone on this fluvial day

Cold and trembling

In damp weather, despair.

Eyes welling; vision dimmed 

The cobblestone pathway 

No one can see 

Steps slowing in waters deluged.

There's a voice I heard calling 

I saw  a stranger walking t'wards me

Halfway through the pelting drops

From the sky, as destitute as he.

We stopped midway and he gazed

To find me clad in blue

And he, in pristine immaculate white,

Bespoke of a sailor's suit.

In fine manner with rapport ease

He said, hello in a sheepish smile 

Today's Valentine's Day

Can I have a kiss, please!

I was taken a back by his cute demeanor

He seems decent and dignified.

Was caution thrown into the air?

Like a Mother Cat, I extended a paw.

There under that damned rainfall

And adjusted umbrellas

Two foolhardy rushed a peek on each cheek

A coy Thank You, I love you was read on his lips.

A bit of chit chat and what's not

I bid adieu for I was in haste

To go to the wedding feast,

Not far from where we stand.

He was charmed by this nutty lady

In brief encounter on a Heart Day

Amidst the torrents, visible in the fog

He asked one more kiss, one more time.

(On the lips, 

And Hell, No!

Not, a fat chance!)

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 14 February 2023

All rights reserved

The Rocks, Circular Quay

AUSTRALIA

FEEDBACK

"This is sweet dear. Kissing a stranger under the rain on Valentine's day. Even though its just a peck on the cheek, still...and then he turned back to ask for a real kiss... Wow! Dreamy..."

~Myr Reyes E. Tejada 

"Beautifully written, dear Leah!  Quite a twist at the end :)" ~John Flournoy, Rhyming Place Administrator 

Red Wine & Red Roses

By Usec Epi Densing, DepEd

14 February 2023 

Red Wine & Red Roses

Red wine full of definitions

But certainly it destroys all inhibitions

A symbol of blood by reason of color

Yet when taken with a thud, one becomes a man of valor

Here comes the red roses

held by a gladiator

Trembling hard and unsteady, afraid of an alligator

Red roses that tell lots of meaning

I'm quite sure it's never demeaning

While wines and roses that are red, 

may denote bravery and love

They also show much imagery that one would want to indulge

As the spirit of the wine and beauty of the roses start to catapult

So is the beginning of fondness and warmth

With intimacy and endearment that cannot be dwarfed

ETERNAL FLAME

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

#Ethereal_Perception

#Eternal_Flame

On the eve of the eternal day

           Time and the last day settles

As life eternal has just begun

            At the portal of great beyond

In the realm above terrestrial 

            Have censer of eternal flame 

Across are sages of all ages

              Those who lived and served

Eternal flame of refiners’ fire 

             One which men are tried/fine

As long as men walked earth

            For of this day scripture warn

Blessed are those who heed

               And adhered, living virtuous 

Sacrifice innate urge for vice 

By Lucky Stephen Onyah 

All Copy Rights Strictly Reserved

            12-02-2023

HAVE YOU

By Percy Roxas

HAVE YOU

Have you ever heard a swan sing,

What a sound a dirge can do,

It can shred your heart to bits and pieces,

When it belts like whip with a harmony or two.

Have you ever seen a sparrow cry,

Felt a tear that shoots and hits,

When an arrow pierces bones to white and dry,

It can take you bottom to the pits.

Have you ever touched a hand that's bleeding,

Seen a soul that's lost its grit

When the darkness goes all red not pitch black,

And the flower you hold becomes like a wreath.

Have you ever walked alone and weary

A tsunami strong is about to land

It's like waiting for the nevermore, but heed this:

There'll be always footprints in the sand.

#thelyricalhearthaveyou

SOME THINGS

By Estelle Cortes

Some things take their own sweet time,

Like petals of a flower unfolding,

Like bees pollinating.

Even the ebb and flow of the tide,

Are  dependent on the Moon.

Some things are beyond our control,

Some things can't be grasped,

Some things can't be forced

Like the orgasmic gasps of lovers 

In the throes of making love.

So I put my trust in Fate,

That the Universe puts me

Where I am meant to be,

At certain points when I just want to rebel

No matter how defiant I may be.

So I bow my head and say:

Let thíngs be.

Destiny will have its say.

I'm just your soldier,

Please lead the way.

And humbly I say,

So mote it be.

~Estelle~

02102020

1111H

©️Estelle Cortes Pimentel

All Rights Reserved

KINDRED FELLOWSHIP and MEMORIES

By Leah C Dancel

KINDRED FELLOWSHIP and MEMORIES

Memories are beautiful to keep

And when you discover how the world

Becomes smaller, you will appreciate

That the people you never met before

You met them in a strange land

And even become your friend.

Without knowing that you were connected in special circumstances

Through common and familiar names

That defined your spiritual connectivity long years before

Much less, since childhood.

Today, I found that, just that...

Over a cup of coffee...

With a dear friend who has been my constant guide

And whose association and fellowship I do adore.

In this modern times, it's hard to find

A proverbial woman.

This friend of mine is.

God indeed has a very special way

Of putting us in the right place

At the right time, embraced

By special people who happened to be a good friend

In every sense of the word proven by time.

When all these times, we tend to be desperate meeting our spiritual kindreds

Little did we know that one person

Is that kindred who is beside you all along the way.

What more proof can we ask that God moves in a very special way?

And today, it makes me more grateful to Him as I always am!

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 10, 2022

All rights reserved

#Friendship_Kindred Fellowship

#SusanSadeMagee

PHILATELIST'S PSALM

Lifted from Philippine Stamp Collectors' Society

7 February 2023 

PHILATELIST'S PSALM

Stamp collecting is my hobby, I shall not be bored.

It maketh me to do research on far places.

It causeth me to correspond with odd people.

It keepeth me alert.

It leadeth me into areas of understanding for curiosity's sake.

Yea, though I live through a Winter of inclement weather, I will fear no boredom, for my stamps are with me.

They provideth me a means of escaping from the tensions of my responsibilities.

They filleth my house with books.

My cash runneth lower.

Surely interest and knowledge shall follow me all the days of my life.

And I will be listed in the ranks of the Philatelists forever.

Source: Bing-Bong Ledesma

Philippine Stamp Collectors' Society

(PSCS)

DREAMS

By Dolores Lapinid

Photo by the Admin

12 November 2022

Palm Beach 

Dreams

All of us have plenty of dreams,

that we whisper to the moon beams.

while we look at the dark blue sky

with hope that they will not fly.

Sometimes fate becomes too harsh.

that some dreams fall into the marsh.

that shreds one's life into pieces.

All crumbled,recovery seems hopeless.

Confusion and disappointment take the center stage.

All efforts turned futile, cannot get an advantage.

Thus, one's image becomes so little in the world of giants.

like crawling and  busy ants.

Open your eyes and focus on your failures

Think hard, so you will not be taken by vultures.

Your situation has given you a hard knock.

Summon your resouces to become a strong rock.

Tempests are inevitable along the way.

They can pull you rock bottom and sway.

Don't give up, there is the Lord's invisible hand

whose power can stop the wind at His command.

The fulfillment of one's dreams carry some surprises.

From failures,there are hidden rewards and prizes.

Later, one can smile as tears roll from your eyes.

The hard work and patience have made one wise.

©Dolores Lapinid

9 February 2023 

SIGNS of TIME

By Leah C Dancel

Palm Beach

12 November 2022

SIGNS of TIME 

I love being old.

And getting older 

I don't mind having grey hair, 

White hair, or platinum hair;

Whatever.

I want to leave the colour

As natural as it is:

No dye, no artificial colouring

No tainting.

Having spots and dots on my skin

Never bother me

Nor wrinkles and eyebags

and other parts that sag.

Dentures or toothless state

Becomes a new normal.

I don't mind a light sheen

On my face, or little paint

on my lips.

Getting old is a wholesome experience.

Though it comes with some discomfiture:

Arthritis, osteoporosis or diabetes.

Yet, touch wood, I have none of those.

But, something around me

Somewhere, I know I have problems too.

Health issues are human's natural appendage 

Of life's dramatic journey.

When our body starts slowing down

Showing remarkable changes and signs of time;

Here and there, a guest comes to visit

Sometimes in a group all at once 

To Torture me, persecute me and taunt me

More often than not, beyond my endurance

A fighter I am, I resist, but I still endure

To cope, to manage, to adjust

To any pain that inflicts me

I even call her a Friend.

Even so, I am told not to worry.

Old age is life, but my heart is young.

And I've learned about coming to terms with it.

And all the vanities in this world 

May continue to exist 

For all I care. 

My only hope and wish

For myself 

Is to grow old gracefully

And die peacefully.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 8 February 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#old_age

Feedback:

"Beautiful!" ~Girlie Abbu

"Wow! This is a beautiful piece, mang! I love it."

~Melany Amante Mabao Maguindanao 

"Wow pang profile picture ito! Matching beautiful poem pa 😉" 

~Mirella Macatula

"A grey hair is glory to God." ~Dina Villarba 

"Nothing but the truth. A remarkable poem that brings us face to face with reality and a positive mindset to confront it." ~Gus Perez Amio

"There's no traces of hardships in the past anymore. All I can see is a beautiful face and a successful life in you, ate. As the Scripture says, "The old has gone, the new has come." Love you, ate. 💝" 

~Cherrie Facun Dancel 

"I love the look and patterns ha? Cheers to aging gracefully!!!" ~Jadj Dancel 

"Beautiful  and  very elegant Leah🤩😘"

~Adriana Vargas Lerch 

"This poem is wonderful and the lovely lady is not too bad either 🥰" 

~Jona Hans Harold

"No worries, old age never stopped you from blooming as you aged gracefully. The formula never failed that number never matters but what’s  within our hearts  and our state of mind. It can not be hidden, it manifests, it radiates positivity that  crossed pollinate to some." ~Lucy Gulle

"Just my thought. Your poetry, encapsulated everything." ~Teresita Sy Giok Liong

"Tremendous lovey xxx" ~Joan Laius 

"Love your beauty it’s God gift, simplicity is beautiful 😍,ang paglalagay naa asa nang make up it’s only temporary it will fade diay bah ate." ~Emyat Andales

"Your sentiments about life sincerely expressed in free verse!!!  Leah Dancel"

~Mariquita Nosce Tandoc

"Ate, did U know the more whiter your hair is, the more expensive it is to sell to a wigmaker, U could be sitting on millions🤑💖💖

~Miemie Verdida

"Because God loves you,YOU ARE WONDERFULLY MADE AND UNIQUE 🌷"

~Minda Bacsarpa Dimaocor 

"Wordings are too inspiring and a remarkable date it was posted, thank you ma'am Leah Dancel 😘😘" ~Efelda Donsky 

"Ageing is good on you adorable sister mine. 

You have the right frame of mind 

May Yahweh wisdom sustain your well being. Amen" ~Lucky Stephen Onyah

"A woman with substance❤️, that is what you are to me..why be afraid to grow old when you have all the wisdom and the big love of your grandkids? A perfect poem for us😍..but! I still dye my hair once in a while when I'm down and out😂" ~Maria Theresa Causapin 

 

IN GOD'S LOVING CARE

First Anniversary Today

8 February 2023

A Tribute

IN GOD'S LOVING CARE

I'm lost ... 

to know you're gone!

My heart is ill with grief.

I have no words to utter,

There's none that will flow.

Now that you're gone,

I can only think of you asleep.

As you pass through the valley

of darkness,

The Angel of Light will hold your hand. 

He'll lift you to the highest firmament;

There you'll see the earth down below

With your loved ones looking up the sky.

Tears in their eyes ... 

hearts inconsolable;

They're pining for God's comfort

And His promise of eternity.

Go in peace, my dear friend

May you rest in the bosom of 

God's  loving care.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 8, 2022

All rights reserved

(Sincerest tribute to Martin Diaz Tañedo)

A WISE WOMAN

6 February 2023

(Lifted from Estelle Cortes9

Photo credit to Jigsaw Puzzle 

I knew a Wise Woman

And she said to me

That the river would mold me

And the wild wind would cool me

That the trickster the coyote

He would fool me

That father Sun would warm me

Mother Earth would clothe me

Grandmother Moon would greet me

And of the old ways she would teach me

Wise woman, she told me

To always walk lightly

Tread the earth ever gently

Lovingly so preciously

And take from her sparingly

She said, to share with others

What you have learned from me

Be still and breathe, ever patiently

For the web of life

Has woven what is to be

But you must still choose

Your own path, you will see

And lastly, the wise woman said to me

To listen to the wise one

That dwells within me

To walk my path in balance

Is too be free

More than just words

So mote it be...

Author Unknown

BIRTHDAY TRIBUTES

Birthday Tributes

FOR INDAY JEAN GRACE

Beloved Sister-in-law 

Happy Birthday Inday Jean Grace 

May our Lord God continue to bless you

And provide you with care and protection.

Know that you are always a part of me

One who is kind, loving and true.

With gentleness beyond compare

A heart of pure intent, full of compassion.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©6 February 2023

All rights reserved 

SH-AUSTRALIA

FOR ROSE MADDEN

For 5 February's Belated Post 

Rose in the City

Taken 9 October 2022

It's not today but yesterday

Your natal day and birthright say

You're born to be a winner

A winner in her best, is a grinner.

No matter what life throws at you

You stand alone with humble pride and true

True to yourself and to others too

With heart brimming with joy and gratitude!

Happy Birthday dear Rosie Madden 

Many happy returns of the day!

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 6 February 2023

All rights reserved 

SH-AUSTRALIA

KOALAS

Short Verse

Photo credit to

Taronga Conservation Society Australia 

Come with me to the zoo
To say hello to these cutie duo
Don't bother them while they nibble
Eucalypt leaves as they fiddle
Sitting down between the fork
Of Eucalyptus Tree as if it's a cork.

© Leah C Dancel
5 February 2023
SH-AUSTRALIA
#shortverse

PULSE

By Leah C Dancel

Photo credit to Pilot Pen Australia 

PULSE 

It's ticking, it's tickling

anytime of day

for each moment I breathe;

the blood seeps through the pipe

quilting ideas, that long

have impregnated

in the womb of my mind.

My thought bursts 

with words conceived;

life "pulsates in the veins

of my pen."™

It's ticking, it's tickling.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 5 February 2009

All rights reserved 

SH-AUSTRALIA 

FEELINGS

By Leah C Dancel

Mona Vale Beach with Lucy Gulle

12 November 2022

FEELINGS 

Feelings are felt in the heart

That spring from thoughts coming from the mind

About things we live each day and night

Issues of life and times of every kind.

We not only express them in utterance

We show them through deeds and in emotions

Some are pleasing, some in blind displeasure

They do appear in our countenance.

How enthusing our actions can move others

In the way our body language convey 

On matters great and small, do they infer?

As they see how our feelings give away!

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 5 February 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

LOVE IN SILENCE

By Leah C Dancel

"The love we give away

Is the only love we keep."

~Elbert Hubbard

LOVE IN SILENCE

You are the only love

My heart can ever keep

The one that makes it beat

The warmth I've so much missed

None others can fill but you.

You are the only love

I will ever want

Amidst the turbulent air

Amidst the violent atmosphere

Of chaos and confusion.

I'm very sad how things happened

In the middle of nowhere

The war-mongering strangers

Were no strangers, still we're caught unaware

Of their wiles and divisive schemes.

The potent poison coming from the arrow

Had set me dead, my heart broken

I'll journey on and wish to see a rainbow

Sitting in a pot of gold hinted by golden rays

Where the sun shine brightly over the mists.

Up on the air, I'll weave dreams

Counting stars in zillions

Write them in a gazette of memories

The moon may wane, their beams may fade

My love for you will forever stay.

For you in silence I will continue to live

The path I tread in your arms will lead

At night when hopes relieve all sorrows

One day, even the dusk at twilight will see us through

For the unforgettable memories our love have shared.

©Leah C. Dancel

Copyright © February 5, 2022

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

BLESSINGS

Lifted from Nnie Que

Photo credit to Nnie Que 

'May you be peaceful, happy, and light in body and spirit.

May you be safe and free of injury.

May you be free from anger, afflictions, fear, and anxiety.

May you learn to look at yourself with eyes of understanding and love.

May you be able to recognize and touch the seeds of joy and happiness in yourself.

May you learn to identify and see the sources of anger, craving, and delusion in yourself.

May you know how to nourish the seeds of joy in yourself every day.

May you be able to live fresh, solid, and free.

May you be free of attachment and aversion, but not be indifferent.'

~Thich Nhat Hanh

MAKE NEW FRIENDS

Lifted from the post of Maria Theresa Causapin

CTTO

"Make new friends, but keep the old;

Those are silver, these are gold.

New-made friendships, like new wine,

Age will mellow and refine.

Friendships that have stood the test -

Time and change - are surely best;

Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray,

Friendship never knows decay.

For 'mid old friends, tried and true,

Once more we our youth renew.

But old friends, alas! may die,

New friends must their place supply.

Cherish friendship in your breast-

New is good, but old is best;

Make new friends, but keep the old;

Those are silver, these are gold."

©Joseph Parry