BEATING HEART

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

THE PUREST PLACE

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

The Bible says

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

30 May 2023

VENDOR

By Hanan Muzafar

Vendor

It was eclipse of June,
and plague roaming, 
Only few vendors, were on streets, 
Among others, 
one catched my gaze:
Cause none was looking, 
what he was selling. 

Head down hung in poverty, 
hand on nose, 
consumed by eternal despair and grief, 
we didn't talk, so I took his picture, 
and he smiled. 

I came again to see him, 
but he was not there;
I asked others for his name, and address;
His house cramped, 
full of people and children, 
I asked them, 
where is he? 
They said "He's gone"
As if he was even rejected by his own. 

Some are so strange, 
no matter what we do, 
we can't paint them;
Where from they come, 
where do they go: No one knows? 
Never I saw him again.

31 May 2021

29 May 2023

WILL THE LILIES BLOOM IN MAY?

By Rhodora Misuang Napud




WILL THE LILIES BLOOM IN MAY?

(A tribute to my beloved sister, Ma. Eunice Napud Sagge)

With fascination she watched the lilies
Waltz and toss their heads with the gentle breeze
White-capped sentinels of the ancient fence
In pristine splendor inviting praises.

What joyous feast the dancing blossoms bring
Inspiring lonely hearts to smile and sing
Plant lovers ask for a seedling to grow
In their garden patch or pots in a row.

One dreadful day the lilies were all gone
Harshly, hastily thrust in dump trucks--done
In seconds protest cries were all turned down
Sacrifice; road widening of the town.

Will they grow again when the May rains come?
Sadly she gazed at withered clumps of ground
Beneath the soil some seed might somehow creep
And wake up from its ling'ring slumber deep.

Praying patiently, hoping for the time
For the rains to fall and the sun to shine
She noticed tiny bits of life that gleam
Tender slender stalks of emerald green.

Eyes sparkling like myriads of twinkling stars
In pots she planted them a meter apart
She longed fervently for the time in May
That blooms appear as gifts on her birthday.

She was not around to witness the blooms
Maybe in spirit, she dispelled the gloom
For on that special day, seventh of May,
Lilies greeted her "A Happy Birthday!"

Lord,as I often wonder and ponder
Over miracles, I must remember 
You alone have the ultimate Power
You alone, O Lord, now and forever!

Rhodora Misiano Napud
29 May 2023

Armed With Quill

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

#Armed_With_Quill

If I had joined the special forces
I will be in possession of fire arm
Taking part in military operations
Engage perceived foes in combat
Dethroning kings, overrun nations

If I had turned a sly political figure
I will be schooled in shady dealings
Campaigning for or vying for offices
Making promise I don't intend to fulfill
Assure ailing masses of a life that isn't

If I had pursued the path of priesthood
I will lend voice to man's true spirituality 
Inspire men to seek The Only True God 
Upholding virtue, eschewing life's vice
Not mingling The Faith with politicking

If I eventually attain great wealth/riches
I will do great deeds as a philanthropist 
Sending aids to troubled areas/peoples
Strive to make our world the better off
Ensuring people/eco friendly ventures

Yet I wounded up as a daring philopoet
Armed with quill that bleeds with Grace
Voluntarily poor but gifted with thoughts
A lover of humanity and all that instructs
Waging holy  war against mental slavery

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

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           22-05-2023

28 May 2023

Fragmented Meandering

By Leah C Dancel

Photo credit to the owner 

Fragmented Meandering 

My Thoughts love to meander
Like the river of my youth 
Squand'ring time in the clouds of daydreams;
Wasting moments in the alley of idleness;
Like a chronicle abandoned in the attic 
For as long as I can remember.

© Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©29 May 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA 

REPUBLIC of the MIND

By Rado Gatchalian
Poem and Photography
Sydney Writers Festival 2023
28 May 2023


Republic of the Mind
Poem and photography by Rado Gatchalian
(#SydneyWritersFestival2023)

Antidote. A word with a dot.
But if I drink this immortal hemlock,
My heart stops, but tapping my lungs 
full of heavenly illicit smoke.
But be tender on me
As I take the final bow.
If poem can speak like mumbling words,
Hear me for my cause
For here are little particles

Of an anti-thesis of all that I know — full stop.

When you can't sleep without light

By Leah C Dancel



When you can't sleep without light

I can't sleep in the dark
I need your light
I can't write on a blank page
I need words of encouragement
I can't desire for your presence
While your thoughts wander away
I'll resign to hebetude
A place where I can be me. 

© Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 29 May 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA 
29 May 2023

22 May 2023

HAIKU: Triceps




haiku
Triceps:
L. S. Onyah's original modified haiku
         
                                 I
             The pangs of child birth

         The bang to sire a brain child

               The price it demands

                                II
                Dire need for focus

       Plunging deep within one's soul

                  In meditation

                                III
                 Seeking to connect

             To align with the Divine

            Heavens' pearl and muse

By L. S. Onyah

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                21-05-2020
Image credited to rightful owner

19 May 2023

CHROME of Life

By Leah C Dancel



CHROME of LIFE

This long sturdy tree
Sheds off its summer green frocks.
A fashioned golden -
Yellow spread spectacle,
Takes its place and stuns the crowd.

The golden lantern
beside, vied this dazzling view 
with its classic charm;
Together they created
Astonishing chrome of life.

This autumn beauty
Enchants a poet in me;
Drives me to indite
A season's verse that falls from 
This wondrous nature's splendour.

A splendour of grace
That transcends admiration
To inspire poets,
Avid minstrels to compose
Solemn songs and canticles.

©Leah C. Dancel
Copyright © 20 May 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA 

Photo credit to Arceli Pajaron 

18 May 2023

AS THEY FLEW




A beautiful allegorical narrative written by a fellow Poet Sai Prakash.

Nestlings like humans have their own phase of growth. The minute they grow their wings and strong enough to fly, they too, would one day fly away from their nest.

As the metaphor portrays, the nestlings may have left the nest, but under their wings, they tucked the hearts of their hen away with them.

17 May 2023

L E A V E S

By Rio Tamil


L E A V E S

Just like the leaves falling each day,
Each of us will fall somehow,
We leave the earth unto the ground,
Just as the leaves leave the branch.

Leaving is inevitable;
Living is just a phase,
A period when we lived our lives,
Borrowed from the leaves of time.

So when it is  our turn to leave,
Just like the leaves fell one by one,
May it be our legacy,
To the living, we'll leave behind.

®️©️Rosario Caristea
051723
~The Oasis of Verses and Rhymes





16 May 2023

BE THOU MY GUIDING LIGHT

17 May 2023




BE THOU MY GUIDING LIGHT
(A tribute: James 5:20 )

Be thou my guiding light:
To lead me out from darkness 
Brighten the path where I've trod
And illumine my hazy senses. 

Be thou my staff to hold
That I may walk in steadfast faith, 
As I pass through this vale of doubts;
Keep me steady for I am weak.

Be thou my helping hand
To carry my load of cares;
Ease my burdens for I am weary 
As I journey on - to my destiny.

Be thou my clear vision 
That I may see the way I go 
With hope of finding eternity 
By your promise I will stand.

Be thou my solid rock  
Whom I lean on at every fall
Shield me from all adversity 
Give me strength to endure.

©Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 17 May 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA
#james5:20
#bethoumyguidinglight
#dedication
#hm

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Powerful soul touching poem.. Kudos ma'am." - Wilfred Ntui 🙏😇😍

"So beautiful Leah" - Pacita Wilesmith 

Rasprodaja

By Zana Coven

Translation:



Rasprodaja

Prodajem
Svo zlato iz skrivene ladice
Za jedan osmijeh
Prodajem
Sve bogatstvo
Za jednu toplu riječ
Prodajem
Sve moje snove, iluzije, 
Prodajem i krv i vene
Za iskrenost jednog zagrljaja
Za prijateljsko povjerenje
Za zajedničku šutnju
Goli život

Žana Coven
@ sva prava pridržana

15 May 2023

Sweet Mother

By

I dedicate this poem to all the lovely mothers worldwide.. 🙏😍



Title : Sweet Mother 

Mother, oh mother, a word so dear, 
A name that's whispered with love and fear, For you're the one who gave us life, 
Our first teacher, our guide, our strife.

You held us close when we were small, 
You comforted us when we would bawl, 
You gave us warmth and tender care, 
And filled our days with love so rare.

You taught us to walk, to talk, to read, 
You showed us the world, its beauty and need, You instilled in us values so fine, 
And made us feel that everything is just fine.

You nurtured our dreams, encouraged our might, 
You gave us wings, taught us to take  flight, 
You believed in us when we doubted ourselves, 
And gave us strength to face life's tougheinst hells.

Your love is boundless, your heart so pure, Your smile can light up a world so obscure, You are our hero, our pillar of strength, 
Our shining star, our greatest length.

So here's to you, dear mother of mine, 
A treasure so rare, so divine, 
We'll love you always, through thick and thin, For you're our mother, our everything.

©️Wilfred Ntui 

Happy Mother's Day to all the lovely mothers out there... God bless y'all.Amen🙏😍

COLLATED MUSINGS of HANAN MUZAFAR

By Hanan Muzafar





There's stillness from corner of street;
To wait and watch,
every move one makes;
I can understand it, As I been raised from corner: It's
like a den,
Where you remain unharmed in quite,
Even if it's safe for a while,
Though its walls are strong enough,
To silence your screams:
Still a place to gather your strength?

~Hanan Muzafar ~

Tribute to My Mother's 42nd Death Anniversary

By Leah C Dancel

Tribute to My Mother's 42nd Death Anniversary




You're well-remembered ...
Your place in my heart still warms 
With fond thoughts of you.

The bank memories are filled 
With goodness of who you are

In my life; you gave
me lessons: a legacy
of a mother's love.

Our journey was smooth and rough 
But we pulled through all seasons...

Overcoming ails
And surviving drudgeries 
With time on our side.

Now it's recompensated
As years roll by like a cloud.

Let me pay respect
As I reminisce this day
Your passage to the blue.

Another lesson you left:
Learn to let go; keep going.

©Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 16 May 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA 
#renga
#haiku
#couplet
#mother
#death_anniversary

OLD AGE

Lifted from RAWR


Old age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now,
probably for the first time in my life,
the person I have always wanted to be.

Oh, not my body!
I sometime despair over my body -
the wrinkles,
the baggy eyes and the sagging butt.
And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror,
but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life,
my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.

As I've aged,
I've become more kind to myself and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie,
or for not making my bed,
or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need,
but looks so avante garde on my patio.

I am entitled to overeat,
to be messy,
to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon;
before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read until 4:00 am and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s & 60s,
and if I,
at the same time,
wish to weep over a lost love, I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,
despite the pitying glances from the bikini set.
They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.
But there again,
some of life is just as well forgotten and I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one,
or when a child suffers,
or when a beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion.
A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. 

So many have never laughed and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
I can say "no" and mean it.
I can say "yes" and mean it.

As you get older,
it is easier to be positive.
You care less about what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question,
I like being old.
It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.

I am not going to live forever,
but while I am still here,
I will not waste time lamenting what could have been,
or worrying about what will be.
And I shall eat dessert every single day.

- Author Unknown 

Artist Unknown

A Song of the Grassland

By Hum Ale



A Song of the Grassland 

The vast grassland shelters
Under the Summer azure 
The mid-day breeze arrives 
With the sound of hooves from a distant prairie 
The breeze hurtles the flurry of ode 
Caressed from the salubrious hills
A benign day that reverberates 
When the freedom of fluffy clouds waves 
The rivulet that traverses at the heart of grassland 
The voice of a Shepherd whispers 
And, ripples to the horizon of ruminant Sheep 
The grassland drapes the amber of hue
When the evening heaves the burden of whole day 
The  night floats with a silvery dream
Of the moonlight 
The tough years of living vigorously 
The passage of time that transcends 
The grassland embraces the hymn of the Summer 

(C) Hum Ale

PC: Google

14 May 2023

Mama, Love

By Lynn V Garcia

Happy Mother's Day to all wonderful mom's out there! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️


Mama, My Love

Mama, the sweetest word I love to utter
With her gentle smile, gloomy day becomes brighter
She's the light and heart in our humble home
I genuinely cherish her in my bosom.

How I love listening to her melodious lullaby
Fondly caressing me whenever I cry
Hugging, kissing, cuddling me till my tears subside
My refuge, my comfort zone when she's by my side.

Long time ago, my guiding shining star vanished away
Leaving me in darkness and nostalgia everyday
Joined our Great Creator in His heavenly realm
However, I often meet her in my wildest dream.

Though you're no longer physically present in our midst
Yet in my heart, virtually feel your presence mama dearest
Love and miss you much mama, fond memories I love to recall
As I write down this emotional poem, lonely tears begin to fall.

I know someday we'll be reunited in heaven
Yearning to feel your tender loving touch again
No more bitter tears dripping down my cheerful face
Gloriously living under God's eternal awesome grace.

All Rights Reserved
Lynn Valaquio GarciaLynn Valaquio Garcia
Philippines
May, 15, 2023

12 May 2023

HAPPINESS

By Wilfred Ntui



A Poem 
Title : HAPPINESS

Happiness is a butterfly, 
Elusive, yet within our eye, 
It flutters by, oh so sprightly, 
Bringing joy and shining brightly.

It comes in moments unexpected, 
In simple things that we've neglected, 
A warm embrace, a kind word said, 
Or a gentle breeze caressing our head.

It's found in nature, so serene, 
In the colors of a sunset scene, 
Or in the songbirds' cheerful tweets, 
That echo in the quiet streets.

Happiness is in the laughter shared, 
With loved ones, who have always cared, 
In memories made that will endure, 
And in the moments, pure and sure.

It's not a thing that can be bought, 
Nor is it found in what we've wrought, 
It's a state of being, a way of life, 
A choice we make in times of strife.

let us seek this butterfly, 
And catch it, as it passes by, 
Hold it gently, let it stay, 
And bask in the glow, of happiness today.

©️Wilfred Ntui

NOTEBOOK

By Rado Gatchalian


Notebook
By Rado Gatchalian

There are no lines
as figurative as fingerprints
than a purple ink

between borders of heaven and earth.

To whom shall we write?

And he who longs not to suffer
anymore

must endure endless nights
of calling

from those of hundred years
whose love

is equivalent to divine metaphors.

If you keep this piece of paper

like flags of nations
or scribbling clouds ~~~

write your stories

so that tomorrow they will remember
that existence,

more than words,

is but a piece of paper,
fading yet floating in the wind…

so that when it reaches the sky,

you will see your name
written like eighteen dotted lines.

MOTHERS' DAY

Collated Items


Mothers Are:

Co-creators with Divinity
    A goddess at procreation
        A willing volunteer wombs
             Harbour and mature semen   

Co-collaborator with man
    After birth tends and nurture
         Offsprings raised with love
              Guide/guard in joy/sorrows

Co-conspirators for good/ill 
     Life partner along the paths
          Aiding/abating our decision
              A strong pillar to happiness 

Co-builders of our lineages 
    Gladly they care for our kids
          Providing psychological air
                Correct abnormals on time

Co-pilot to any who dreams
     Launch daring heart to stars
         In spirit engineer impossibles
               A beacon to all who once sail 

Mothers thus wear many title
    A bridge to our ultimate ends
         Custodian of human evolution 
             A ready angel along life’s take

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

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                12-05-2023

10 May 2023

Let Them

Lifted from Estelle Cortes 
“Let Them”

“Just Let them.
If they want to choose something or someone over you, LET THEM.
If they want to go weeks without talking to you, LET THEM.
If they are okay with never seeing you, LET THEM.
If they are okay with always putting themselves first, LET THEM. 
If they are showing you who they are and not what you perceived them to be, LET THEM. 
If they want to follow the crowd, LET THEM. 
If they want to judge or misunderstand you, LET THEM.
If they act like they can live without you, LET THEM. 
If they want to walk out of your life and leave, 
hold the door open, AND LET THEM.

Let them lose you.
You were never theirs, because you were always your own. 

So let them. 

Let them show you who they truly are, not tell you.
Let them prove how worthy they are of your time.
Let them make the necessary steps to be a part of your life.
Let them earn your forgiveness.
Let them call you to talk about ordinary things.
Let them take you out on a Thursday.
Let them talk about anything and everything just because it’s you they are talking to. 
Let them have a safe place in you.
Let them see the heart in you that didn’t harden. 
Let them love you. “

Author: Cassie Phillips

Between the Tears and the Song

By Dr

This is one of the poems I read out at the re-launch of the Live Poets' Society on Wednesday night, 8 May 2013. It is a favourite of mine. 

Between the Tears and the Song

Between the heart and the soul,
Between the spirit and the skin,
Between the tears and the song,
In some nether world of dreams and laughter,
Somewhere I will find you.

And I will love you till songs have no meaning, 
And I will love you till the mist in my eyes will no longer surprise you,
And l will love you till the morning dew refuses to evaporate from your eyes,
And still I will love you...

Between the heart and the soul,
Between the spirit and the skin,
Between the tears and the song,
I will love you,
Always.

Deena Padayachee ©️
April 2012

7 May 2023

BRIGHTEST STAR

By Hanan Muzafar


Of the night's saddest tale of all,
I fought with all my heart;
It's rain along with thunder,
Though you can't comprehend,
What's going on,
Tonight, I will come out:
As victor out of this war;
For I no longer mortal, and men dust shall fall;
Yet, there's star in Heaven,
In the midst of darkness, Of my name:
That shines brightest than all.

~Hanan Muzafar 

6 May 2023

THE POET

Lifted from Dr Deena Padayachee with his foreword.

As I read through this poem now, without knowing who the poet was, I wondered how one can write so beautifully. And then, I saw who had written this poem, and I went, naturally, it has to be her...  
So, so beautiful!
Joan McNerney GloMag January 2021



THE POET

It is the white hour
between deep night, soft dawn.

I have known no sleep but
my eyes blazed back at the
stars this night.

Walking by the river
soft murmuring while
long poems
           intricate exquisite
                shaped themselves
                glided across my mind.

Faint indistinct…like
a love I have known.
Quiet passion gentle
smooth. Cotton
clouds in a blue sky.

Haze of hours half-forgotten
melon moons crackerjacks.
This is a kind of sleep
in a way, enchanted.
Half in out of this world.

The sun rose…
another golden flower.

5 May 2023

A Tribute to My Neighbour

To Mark Kay
By Leah C Dancel



Farewell my dear good neighbour
I'm sorry to say it here
It  shocks me to know 
that you were gone for good 
And, never to come again.

May your soul find rest
in the home eternal;
free from all pains and sufferings.
May your dear family find comfort
in your absence;
free from all worries and distress.

©Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 6 May 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA
To Mark aka Larry 

4 May 2023

PENCIL

By Leah C Dancel



I like this Pencil
Nice nip to write
Thoughtful thoughts
With a shade of glow
And flowing kindness.

I like this Pencil
Though I wonder
As I notice
Why it has no eraser.
I can't fathom why?

I have no clue
Of what symbol it depicts
Is there a metaphor hiding?
Or something that connotes
A mystery for minds to blow?

A Pencil is  only an instrument
It can write anything
It can draw a picture
Words and picture
Both carries a meaning.

© Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©May 5, 2022
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA
#pencil

3 May 2023

"Catching Up To Your Mistake"

By Eric Aguilar

"Catching Up To Your Mistake"


Catching up to your mistake
is like finding land once lost at sea.
There is no misconception of the
mirage meant to mislead, for your truth
is now standing firm on solid ground.
By the loosened arrow, inaccuracy gives
way to the measure of target, therefore
further adjustments are of course.

Catching up to your mistake is as 
a bridge over changing water,
the tax and toll is a personal price.
The mistake is an oversight that gives 
clear vision of once blurry beliefs.
The snafu of confusion precursors clarity.

Catching up to your mistake
is like a flight of stacked stairs;
the mighty fall of a misstep is
related to the balance of poise.
To get past the mistake, you must
commit to one step at a time.

Catching up to your mistake is
the indifference of real and true.
A false move has to navigate around
the tremendous terrain of truth;
thereby giving legend of map.

Adapt at the faux pas and
go past your misconceptions.
Catching up to your mistake at 
best is a beauteous badge earned,
for what is knowledge worth
less there be lessons learned.

By: Eric Aguilar 
©2022

EMPATHIZE

By Lucky

#Pleasant_Recall
#Empathize



To see is to know
Know what's hidden
Hidden from plain sight

To listen is to perceive
Perceive words yet unspoken
Unspoken though, loud in silence

Observing body gestures
Gestures aimed to conceal
Concealed pain and sorrow

Be the inspiration today
Today! Heal a heart via words
Words fitly spoken restores life

Joy is contagious, make yours viral
Viral and infectious to all round you
You and I can make the world better off

By L. S. Onyah

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03/05/2020

Quote credit to right owner

1 May 2023

Photo Poetry

By Hanan Muzafar