LET'S FLY

By Leah C Dancel

LET'S FLY

Let me fly to you

Over the seas, high and wide;

Over the mountains 

And down to the vast green plains.

I dash through the skies

Riding the clouds at daylight

Sometimes in dark night.

E'en though the world gets dreary.

Let's fly to the heights

And see the winding rivers

They ne'er rest on land 

They run to meet the ocean.

The wind will speed us

The breeze will keep us afloat;

Like oars of the boat,

Let's traverse this life together.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©️ 30 June 2023

All rights reserved

Cas-AUSTRALIA

(Note: A derivative of Kouta, Japanese form in 7/5/7/5 but abab rhyming scheme. I decided to go awry with inverted syllabic counts and irregular rhymes mixed with free verse.)

Photo credit to #oceansnation 

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#flamingo 

#leahcdancel

#poetry 

#jadjdancel

WEAKEST LINK

By Leah C Dancel

Photo credit to my Late Sister Precy Bierbaum 

Switzerland 

WEAKEST LINK

Another new world order came.

It came when things just settled down,

Down to the norms when people blame; 

They blame the weakest link on earth... 

Doers of all the wicked things 

Things they deviced against humans 

And humans succumb to their will

The will against humanity. 

Woe to those who think of doing,

Doing evils against all men 

Men who bow to all their demands

Demands to annihilate them 

From this earth where evils abound 

Abound with lawlessness aground 

The law is them, higher than God 

The God who made heaven and earth. 

"The earth is the Lord" where man lives 

Lives not, ruled by new world order. 

Copyright©Leah C. Dancel 

Filipino Poets in Blossoms 

PARTENZA 101

SH-Australia 

June 29, 2021

WHITE CAMELLIA

By Leah C Dancel

White Camellia

In 

dashing

silky garb,

a fairy came.

White Camellia sings 

a sacred hymn 

on Winter 

Garden 

Day.

My 

eyes caught

her beauty: 

Immaculate,

pristine, elegant -

regal bearing

blossom fair;

Mystic 

nymph.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©26 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

#Ninette

#WhiteCamellia

What Is There in Age

By Maria Theresa Causapin

Many of my well wishers often ask me- how old are you?

I tell them how can I answer 

This insane question?!😁

When I play with a little child 

I am one year old.

When I watch cartoons

I'm three.

When I dance to the tune of music, I am sweet sixteen.

I'm sure I’ve crossed six decades of my life span.

Or run after my dog and his ball,

I become their age.

What is there in age?

Isn't it a number only?

Like the light of the sun 

And the flowing river waters

I am ageless.

I keep changing with time and the experience.

Days are marching towards night

No doubt,

Whenever it extends its hand

I shall hold it.

Till then It’s not my age that matters.

How fully have I lived thus far,

That is the consideration.

🌷©Maria Theresa Causapin

26 June 2023

GRANDMA's BUNDLE of JOY

By Leah C Dancel

 GRANDMA's BUNDLE of JOY

How lovely to see your tiny dainty frame 

It's heavenly divine that caught me fine

With crying eyes so close to mine

The sweetest sound a newborn baby on my mind.

You're a blessing to me from heaven's sent

A gift so precious I long to hold

My heart is filled with so much love

You're my angel that brings music to my life.

Your mesmerising smiles are views to delight

Your cries are like trumpet that sounds in the sky

For now, sweet darling enjoy plenty of snugs,

Tender kisses and hugs 

In Grandma's loving arms.

 Leah C. Dancel

Copyright@2019

All rights reserved

Australia

June 24, 2019

INDAY TOOTZIE: IN CEBU

By Tita Dadivas

INDAY TOOTZIE: IN CEBU

We remember -

Your smile that makes our hearts happy

Your laughter that reverberates in our souls 

Your eyes that speak of kindness

Your voice that sounds like of an Angel 

That we long to hear through the years 

We want to let you know how much

We have missed you.

In retrospect -

There's no day passed 

that we don't think about you

Lia and I have been wondering 

where you are

In this part of the world

Now that we found you

Shall we make the world

smaller?

Remember Cebu City

Jones Avenue,

where you and Lia dwelt.

Remember DYRF

Where you and I met.

We hope you still remember 

Our threesome together

Though I was one odd out.

We love you Inday Tootzie

We remain as we are!

Your forever Friends

 with Love and longings 

Lia Gupana

Leah Dancel 

June 23, 2022

#TitaDadivas

#IndayTootzie

#aklanuniversity

#agriculturist

#dyrf_cebucity

LIFE'S UNFAIR

By Leah C Dancel

LIFE'S UNFAIR

(Constrictive Verses)

I'll take your flaws

Without question

Without judgement

Will you embrace

My imperfections?

I'll take your faults

If being poor 

is kind of fault.

Will my riches

Intimidate you?

Life is not fair 

But man created

Equal? Cliche?

Social gaffe?

What baloney!

Poles, time apart

Days, nights, differ

Sleeping, waking

Are tangled knots:

A nightmare's rope. 

Imagine life:

Social distance

Being measured

By what you have

And not you love.

Life isn't fair,

Unjustified.

What if we die?

Will you and I

Matter in God's -

Heavenly eyes?

What of our dust?

And remnant bones?

On His Day, He'll

Blow them away!

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 23 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

IF

Lifted from All Gardening UK Group 

By permission 

If.

Look but do you see.

The most extraordinary beauty.

The care and attention.

The time.

It’s all to easy to pass these moments by.

But, why.

We look but do we see.

This rose, takes skill.

This rose, takes time.

This rose, to really appciate it you have to look. 

But, it’s not easy.

You can all to easily just swipe past it. 

But, on this occasion don’t.

Think about the care, craftsmanship, attention to detail, skill.

Pause for just a moment.

Because the moment will pass.

©Mares Austen

Images from All Gardening Cafe, come for a chat!

I Am Who I Am

By Rosie B. Licudo

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

This is a poetry challenge. Every day to post one short poem for seven days.

1st Day

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I Am Who I Am

I used to fight

Even though I am nobody

I wanna give it a shot

Tho' my faith's buried in ashes.

In a world filled with darkness

I learn to embrace my fears

Walk the maze of unknown trails

Paths that are full of tricks. 

Destiny broke my wings

I am who I am

I go forward bit by bit

I abandoned myself. 

I wanna give it a try 

Even tears hide in my eyes 

With  only  little hope inside

I soar to glimpse the sky. 

I am who I am

Who blooms from the dust

Flying without wings 

Trying to find my destined dreams. 

I have a long way to go

I know our God will bless me too.

©Rosie B. Licudo

Comment 

Now, ain't you shining? For me, this is a grand comeback! You have proven your critiques wrong! Thank you Janet. ❤️❤️❤️ ~Admin

Reply

Leah Dancel you're always close to my heart ma'am, with lots of respect . Thank you very much for everything . Sending love and hugs❤️🥰🤗

C O F F E E

By Leah C Dancel

9

C O F F E E

(Dedicated to Coffee Addicts)

The jug's loudest scream

Letting off its steam; 

Wanting to be free  

Feeling claustrophobic

Inside the prison cell.

Boiling and neglected

since early morning -

before daylight.

A black ground coffee 

Patiently awaits - till 

A pouring spout of steaming  

Water in the pot, gently

Filling in the cup, just enough.

Throw in a sugar lump and stir.

Let the storm settles down a bit;

Slowly add the virgin creamy milk 

Into the cup, steaming hot!

How uplifting this vibrant aroma 

Sweetly wafting in the breeze;

So rich and strong, the humble roast can sate a crave.

To all coffee connoisseur 

Please give me a break;

Let me breathe through

Your nostrils pathway sage.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 23 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

#coffee

WRITTEN IN THE SKY

By Leah C Dancel

Photo extracted from LayMan/You Tube 

WRITTEN IN THE SKY

There's magic in the sky,

I heard.

I missed that special moment,

They said.

I turned away to seek for warmth;

When they let loose hundreds 

of drones to light the ebony sky!

Tiny dotted fonts in colours streamed:

It's "WRITTEN IN THE STARS".

The twinkling orbits did their rounds.

Oohhhs and aahhs in awe,

people gasped.

The galaxy of thousands stars

Had the crowd mesmerised; 

By their spectacular neon show

Coming downon earth!

Tonight is the night,

I heard.

Never miss a chance,

They said.

For years I've lived

I've never seen, such 

Extravaganza of lights,

Escaping into the sky

With a thousand eyes!

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 23 June 2023

All rights reserved 

SH-AUSTRALIA

#vividsydney2023

#droneshow

#CircularQuay

#LayMan

Sing Us A Love Song

By Hedda Tady

Sing Us a Love Song

Words would never be enough

To say things I’d want to say

Time I have

Is never enough

For this story has too many twists and turns

Suffice it to say

There’s more to the girl

Than what the world is willing

Like a rock, to overturn.

Maybe in the distance

In a future we may never see

You’d listen to a song

You’d have time to write a melody

And we’d sing it under the moon.

Memories of a love long ago

Sweet, as they all were at the start

‘Till it was time to go

He asked why, oh why

Cried a river

Didn’t wanna let go.

He’d never know

Though I tried to tell him so

You can never give a girl back

Once gone

That which she just wishes to give to one man.

Love the self

The one thing a soul yearns to keep

Until a gift it becomes

Until a union to last forever

Stands in front unlike castles 

In the sand.

Maybe in the distance 

In a future we may never see

You’d listen to a song

You’d write me a melody…

When the moon goes dark

Sing me a love song 

For me to keep, to hold 

In all of eternity.

Then leave

Walk away and never come back

Love songs and sad melodies

Have no room in a heart

That’s trying to heal.

Heal all the wounds the world left

In a soul that trusts in forevers

In a heart that’s scarred

Yet refuses to believe

That all of life is mere castles in the sand.

Before you go

Sing us a love song.

WINTER SOLSTICE

By Leah C Dancel

Photo credit to Shutterstock 

WINTER SOLSTICE 

Winter Solstice

Shortest day

Cold and dreary

Numb my soul

Wary and weary 

Dark night

Many stars

Crown the heavens

With glorious light

Shining bright.

Hear the nightbird 

Singing elegiac 

Homage in doleful tune 

A bird's lullaby. 

Sleep in peace. 

Feel the warmth
Of the angels
As they watch over you.
The long night is over:
A new born day comes!

©Leah C. Dancel 

Copyright © 22 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

BE LIKE AN OAK TREE

By Leah C Dancel

 Photos of credit to:

Fairfield City Council

BE LIKE AN OAK TREE 

As strong as the sturdy oak tree,

I stood against all elements of weather 

Defying some of Mother Nature's cruelty

And gruesome forces of humans' vanity.

Her acts were too daunting

to my feebled defence;

She crinkled me in bewilderment;

Trying to disavow me with sadness.

I just stood back unflinched.

Though the sun could be harsh sometimes;

It gives me strength to get on with life 

It helps me to develop courage 

Then I grow wiser and stronger.

Be like an oak tree when strong winds come

And be still in the midst of storms that threaten.

Your peace will hold you  in your safe haven

For someone above covers you under His wings.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 21 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

#nature

#oaktree

#weather

#peace

IRENE: SHE CALLS ME MOTHER

By Leah C Dancel

Irene and Matt's Wedding Day

Sydney Opera House

14 February 2023 

SHE CALLS ME MOTHER

(To Irene M Allard)

She's not my daughter

But she calls me Mother.

She's not my flesh and blood 

Yet, she cares for me like I'm her own.

She looks up to me with reverence

And understands my shortcomings. 

She treats me as equal as 

her folks whom she adored. 

True to her name, she's irenic in disposition 

Complimented with grace

Her beauty matches her integrity;

A loving person, creative and resourceful.

We run on variant genes

With gaps wide apart;

A baby boomer and a millennial

Having meeting of minds.

Grateful for her resplendent soul;

A no nonsense taker - for 

She means what she says

And says what she means.

I'm proud to be her Mother

As she is proud of me.

The finest person I've ever met

On the course of her journey, 

And lifetime adventure.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 22 June 2021

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

LONG BLESSED LIFE

By Leah C Dancel

LONG BLESSED LIFE 

(Birthday dedication to My Dear Friend)

Nene, my sweet friend, for years stay the same;

A person worth knowing as time goes by.

Though the path we're treading has different names;

We journey on under the same blue sky.

Calm and collected, her thoughts assuring:

Non discriminating; non judgmental.

Always thoughtful, ever kind and caring:

Life's comfort made pleasant with wherewithal.

A sentient mentor and motivator

To friends and family whom she nurtures

With love and faith for her benefactors

Deep in her heart, to whom all she treasures.

Today is another year you deserve;

Long live Nene for you are blessed to serve!

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 21 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#birthday_sonnet

#petrarchansonnet

#Italiansonnet

#Nene_Mamone

#blessedlife

#friendship

NOT ONE IS LOST

By Leah C Dancel

"Sheep without a shepherd. But no one is lost." ~Leah C. Dancel 

Rural countryside between Bathurst and Orange

19 June 2020 

Travelling via XPT Dubbo

NOT ONE IS LOST

(John 10:27)

Out in the farm, 

Out in the paddock,

The sheep are unleashed

Roaming freely

Fending on their own

Foraging on grasses.

They scatter in distance,

Sometimes in herd.

They go in line one by one

when the trail is narrow

And  two or three in a row

when the trail is wider.

There's no shepherd

To watch their backs.

They just go about

Their business as usual. 

At the end of the day

The old good farmer came 

To do the rounds.

He called them by name

Which sounds somewhat the same 

And they all came near him

One by one.

Two by two.

Three by three 

On single file 

Two and three.

The Shepherd Dog came along;

In its instructive barking

As In-charge of the task. 

Was he counting the sheep 

To see if there's any loss?

The dog ran around

Behind the herd

All listened to his voice

and followed his prompt.

The leader of the pack walked out of the gated paddock;

Onto the ramp of the back truck,

He marched -

One by one, each sheep followed

Till the last made the final count.

The sheep without a shepherd

Fends on their own

Out in the open paddock

And NO one is lost.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright ©️ 19 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#freeversepoetry 

#farmlifeaustralia

Happy Father's Day

By Wilfred Ntui

Happy Father's Day 

In honor of the fathers, strong and true, This heartfelt verse I pen for you. 

On this special day, we gather near, 

To celebrate your love, so dear.

A father's love, a beacon bright, 

Guiding us through both day and night. 

With gentle hands and words of care,

You show us how much you're always there.

You're our protector, our guiding light, Our hero shining through the darkest night. 

Your wisdom, like a steady stream, 

Flows through our lives, like a cherished dream.

In your arms, we find strength and peace, 

A sanctuary where all worries cease. 

Your laughter echoes in our souls, 

Filling our lives with joy untold.

With every challenge, big or small, 

You stand beside us, giving your all. 

You teach us lessons that will endure, 

The values that make us strong and pure.

Through every stumble, every fall, You're there to lift us, standing tall. 

Your unwavering love, a constant flame, 

Even when the world's not quite the same.

So on this day, we raise our voice, 

To celebrate you, our father, our choice. 

For all the love and sacrifices made, 

We honor you, our guiding shade.

Happy Father's Day, with love we say, Thank you for being with us each step of the way. 

Forever grateful, our hearts overflow, 

For the father's love, we'll always know.

©️Wilfred Ntui

HANAN MUZAFAR

8 July 2023

22 June 2023

Proverbs 9:10

The “fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom” relates more to respect and reverence for God than actual fear in its modern definition. Fearing God is knowing God, and this is where true wisdom lies. 

***

Finding solace in the company of the sparrows that brings peace in someone's whole being.

19 June 2023

Who can understand prophecy unless God reveals it to anyone who is willing to listen? The signs of times as have had been told in the Book of Revelation by John are now "unfolding right on our very own eyes" (Dr. Roderick Meredith, Evangelist, LCG).

Matthew 11:15 AMP

(Amplified Bible)

He who has ears to hear, let him hear and heed My words.

"For all the Prophets and the Law prophesied until John. And if you are willing to accept it, he is the Elijah who was to come. He who has ears, let him hear. " 

 

Verse 17 NIV 

"We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn."

RECOGNITION

15 June 2023

From SOAP

Lucky Stephen Onyah

(Founder)

Thank you for this humbling and magnificent recognition... School of Arts and Poetry, Admin and Mentors.

CRADLE of DREAMS

By Leah C Dancel

CRADLE of DREAMS

#Haiku

Moonlight Sonata
plays at the back of my mind;
Sad tears dimmed my eyes.

#Tanka
My fancy cradle of dreams
swaying memories
of fluttering lights dancing
with heart throbbing at
speed reminiscent of youth.

#Fibonacci

Swoon
Love
Adrift
In dreamland
Serene calmness clads
Your beauty in luxuriant light.

© Leah C Dancel
Copyright © 14 June 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA
#haiku 5/7/5
#tanka 7/5/7/5/7
#fibonacci 1/1/2/3/5/8

B L U E

By Leah C Dancel 

Photo; ctto

A prisoner of blue

I call on you

Out there shining afar -

A tiny star.

Your twinkle mingles with

The moon in birth;

Carefree for all you care -

Nonchalant fare.

At twilight you appear -

like an angel:

A spark of red ember

beneath the veil

Of misty gossamer,

in cloud so pale.

I, a captive to you, 

seek to follow

Your light that gleams below -

melts all my blues.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 12 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#PhilippinesIndependenceDay

Ghazal

By Mushtaque Barq

11 June 2023

Ghazal

Tell me not his story as history, come on

For the pen can't but create mystery, come on

Raise the voice but not your choice influenced by coins

A framed notion can't be a victory, come on

Scripts ancient in volumes a narrative carries

What for then the scholars need a degree, come on

A disguised narrative of love is known to me 

Rest what is written is a flattery, come on

M Barq

SILENT LONGING

By Stefanie Dancel

"Silent Longing"

In moonlit sky, a lover's sight,

Her gaze fixed upon the distant light.

The moon, a reflection of love's cruel art,

Resembles the one she holds in her heart.

But fate's decree keeps them worlds apart,

A love unfulfilled, aching in her heart.

Yet in the moon's glow, she finds solace true,

Her love immortal, though they cannot pursue.

©Stefanie Dancel | 02:33 am | Jerusalem, Israel 

 #oldcityofjerusalem #oldcityjerusalem #israël #traveltheworld #traveling #travelgram #travelblogger #Travel #travelphotography #travel #HolyLand #volunteering #oldcity #jerusalemcity #jerusalemcity #jerusalem #motivation #inspirational

Spirited Adulthood

By Lucky

#Spirited_Adulthood

That good in the child

Clue to a rare adult life

Fears not any setback

Nor yield to own limits

Eyes beams curiously

Able to dream dreams

Past cant hold hostage

Learn lessons, move on

The world is a play field

Ventures on whats next

Temper worry carefully

Drop it before sleeping

Each day, a fresh start

Smiles so contagiouly

As if without any cares

Ageing come gracefully

Death welcomed warmly

With hope of an after life

Thus lived faithful-godly

Gains a ready kingdom

Promised to all childlike

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

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        25-02-2021

L* I * A *

By Leah C Dancel

L * I * A *

(A tribute to Lia Gupana)

Young and demure when we first met in Cebu

You're so endearing with smiles friendly and warm.

Your aura exuded a glowing halo 

With angel's meek face you'd love to touch with palm.

We used to hang out like old neighbour's young pals; 

Sharing stories from our past ancestors' gals.

Those were the days when life was simple and free

Where our hearts belong to a certain degree.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 10 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#rispetto

#acacddee

#8lines

PEOPLE

Lifted from Thangjam Misna Chanu 

Find people who can handle your darkest truths, who don’t change the subject when you share your pain, or try to make you feel bad for feeling bad. 

Find people who understand we all struggle, some of us more than others, and that there’s no weakness in admitting it. In fact, few things take as much strength.

 Find people who want to be real, however that looks and feels, and who want you to be real, too. 

Find people who get that life is hard, and who get that life is also beautiful, and who aren’t afraid to honor both those realities.

 Find people who help you feel more at home in your heart, mind and body, and who take joy in your joy. 

Find people who love you, for real, and who accept you, for real. Just as you are. They’re out there, these people. 

Your tribe is waiting for you. Don’t stop searching until you find them 

~Scott Stabile

THE PREVIEW

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

#Reminiscent_Share

 The Preview 

The impermanence of Life

The uncertainties in living

The deep search for meaning

The yearning for eternity

*******************************

At a swift movement of time

Sitting between mourners

Gracious eulogies poured out

Achievements rolled out-warmly

********************************

Just to realise its your own funeral！

What would you seek to hear？

Awesome trip, you would agree

Now walk the talk you so desire 

********************************

Unapologetically live and express it

Life is just too short for regrets

While many fear death more than life

Do yourself the favour and live life at it max

By Lucky Stephen Onyah

All Copy Strictly Reserved

          07-06-2020

Image is credited to rightful owner

Woodland Dreams

By Estelle Cortes

Woodland Dreams

One day I'll go 

Up to my beloved mountains,

Go into the woods,

And get lost there.

The Trees and Animals 

Will be my company,

The Moon and the Stars

Will be my lights,

I will quench my thirst 

From the springs,

And bathe in the rivers and lakes.

I will sleep on the tree tops,

The hoot of owls will lull me to sleep,

I will take shelter in caves

On stormy nights

And feast on what fruits I find.

One day I'll go,

And willingly get lost

In the woods.

~Estelle~

06062020

ORANGE MOON

By Stefanie Dancel

6 June 2023

Photography by the Author

Jerusalem City, Israel 

Beneath the orange moon's gentle gleam,

A weary warrior finds her dream.

After the battle's relentless roar,

She seeks solace on distant shores.

In its embrace, she finds her peace,

Her battles' scars begin to ease.

The orange moon, a soothing light,

Guiding her through the darkest night.

#Israel #mondaymotivation #orangemoon #jerusalemcity #Jerusalemnight #philstar

BEYOND the BLUE

By Leah C Dancel

BEYOND the BLUE 

I watch the sky above the atmosphere

To see the afterglow;

A prism of rainbow clouds there appears

As light subdued below. 

Night is coming and bid the day adieu;

The world stands still, and, silence takes the cue.

When dawn breaks, I see the soft sunrise peers;

Transfixed into skyline -

Where reflection of my thoughts deeply steered -

A reverie incline:

How long will my journey on earth be deemed?

By what measure my destiny

redeem -

The ordeals of lost and pain;  sham and shame; 

Will all these ever end?

I watch the sky beyond the blue - untamed; 

Jetstream of chaos bends;

Not the mighty power of glorious divine 

That gives courage and strength 

whom He designed.

© Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 6 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

#Vetranelle

#3sixains

#10/6/10/6/10/10

#ababcc

MOON GAZE

By Stefanie Dancel

In Jerusalem, Israel

5 June 2023

As the moon graces the sky, casting its tranquil glow upon her weary gaze, she finds solace and strength in its presence.

 In the stillness of this moment, she prepares to embark upon a challenging week ahead, armed with unwavering determination and a steadfast heart. 

With each lunar beam, she draws inspiration, knowing that within her lies the resilience to overcome any obstacle.

 For beneath the moon's gentle radiance, a warrior emerges, poised to conquer, and a spirit ablaze with the fire of unwavering courage.

P A H U W A Y AT P A D A Y O N 🩶🌌

THE MOON

By Leah C Dancel

Photo credit to Worrier and a Warrior

Stefanie Dancel

Jerusalem, Israel 

THE MOON

How fluent is the moonbeam

Speaking to me in my dream

Distance doesn't bother him

He cautions the air with grim.

That night as I was walking

I looked up the sky wond'ring

How could the moon understand 

To my soliloquy's stand. 

Pernicious habit aside 

When ruled by the moon in stride

Sleepless nights undress my mien 

Guarded and wary in vain.

But tonight the moon promised

There'd be many dreams to wish

Just hold me in your pillows

One day, I will come to you.

©Leah C Dancel

Copyright © 5 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA

A MAN WITH A GIFT

By Leah C Dancel

A MAN WITH A GIFT 

Behind a pious facade of a man is a lonely soul wanting to reach out for love.

His enigmatic eloquence is felt through his impulsive pen; though slow, yet, intensely  deep in fluidity of its intimate flow.

His mystic power is beyond any woman's grasp to comprehend his mind as deep as the Well of Jacob.

His Parnassian expression is reserved as of that pent up volcanic temper which is more  intimidating to an unwary -  incomprehensive mind.

Love is elusive for his sake; so full of earthful trivialities, meaningless riddles and trifles.

Perplexed as he is, his stature deconstructs his dreams.

Even if times left him feeling despondent, he shuttered not his views on life. Instead, he broadens his future vision for a promising tomorrow.

A pious man will have a special place in the heart of someone whom the heavens will bestow.

It's called Eternal Love.

©Leah C. Dancel, 

Copyright © 3 June 2023

All rights reserved

SH-AUSTRALIA 

(A Tribute to Hanan Muzafar, the 

Philosopher )

THE INVISIBLE LINES !

By Sai Prakash

 THE INVISIBLE LINES

I often wonder at your calm and composure

A radiant smile you carry on your lips 

No verse of your's matches your serious face

As if in penance

Looking deep into the Cosmos

Enquiring eyes 

A few messages exchanged

I could see an entirely different person

Glee filled soul

Yet times naughty and bold

I wish to ask you 

Who He who You

Though I know your answer 

I am what I am

A mystic I

Those invisible lines that encircle you 

Makes me a bit hesitant to share my feelings in toto

Any how you are a zig saw puzzle and a Sudoko

I wish to solve oneday

(C) Saiprakash

Photo : Google

CLOUDS

Admin's Note:

This poem is profoundly meaningful. The author has eloquently expressed everything there is about life that expectations are not meet as we desire of them. Like clouds, we float and wander. The beauty and its ugliness depict the flow of our living as they project themselves in the sky. This is one great reflection of life: past, present and the present coming.

Photos supplied by me.

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Clouds

By Jeffrey Cejero 

There are nights where the moon and the stars

Are hidden by clouds just like wounds and scars.

There's nothing to see except darkness,

Nothing to feel except coldness and emptiness.

Not every sunrise opens with a hopeful blast.

There are mornings where the shades of the past

Are still trapped in clouds of shadow,

Just like a bleeding heart still pierced through by an arrow.

There are days where clouds bring storm and rain,

Where the sky cries in agonizing pain,

Where tribulations almost drowned life to death,

But still, it's able to maintain its breath.

But there won't be spectacular sunsets

Without these clouds once full of regrets.

The last rays of the sun look amazingly beautiful

All because of these clouds that make the sky wonderful.

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Author's Footnote:

Just want you to know

That I still love you!

Pictures used are by Mam Maria Nemy Lou Rocio. Thank you so much po 🥰

Thank you Migrant Writers of Hong Kong for the effort and opportunity. iloveuAll

This video means a lot to me. It's my first time that my poem is brought to life through a beautiful video and this poem actually is my most favorite I composed in 2022. I feel a very strong connection and it really catches my heart. Tumatak tlga sa puso ko ang video na to!

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3 June 2023