RAINBOW

26 December 2023

Posted at SUNRISE and SUNSET

As summer's leaves of wonder keep the clouds afloat 

Long days have tarried the sun to go away 

Time drags slow though days swiftly go

The dreaming's impatience creates a stolid show.

Twilight has tenderly digressed into a nightfall 

With no sunset in sight, but the rainbow.

©️ Leah C Dancel 

26 December 2023

All rights reserved

NB

Lara, Irene and I went out to the street to do Dog walking with Cooper, the gorgeous Pomeranz.

I took this chance to snapshot the sky hoping to catch a beautiful sunset, but to no avail.

HIS JOURNEY ENDS

By Leah C Dancel

HIS JOURNEY ENDS 

(CLEAVE POEM CHALLENGE)

Life's enigma / has tragically SURCEASED

when death drew near / for a dear brother in bed 

whom we keep / in our daily ORISON

though we're aware / of his final destiny

 

We held our hopes high / chanting his prosaic AUBADE 

Stirring memories / in despair with COMPATHY 

But all's in vain / when he could no longer hang on

He's free from pain / now that his journey ends.

©️ LEAH C DANCEL 

Copyright ©️ 25 December 2023

All rights reserved 

SH-AUSTRALIA 

#ILAMAGAZINE 

#CLEAVEPOEM

#SURCEASE 

#AUBADE 

#ORISON 

#COMPATHY 

Leah Dancel - nicely written, heartfelt poem. Great usage of the WOWS. 🩷 ~Annette Nasser,  ILA Founder 

THE FEATHER OF

By Leah C Dancel

To Manong Cefring and Manong Ed

Published in The Philippine Community Herald Newspaper founded by Evelyn Zaragoza. 

THE FEATHER OF LIFE

A whiff of tears dropped from my eyes
To see two feathers lying on the ground.
A thought wandered back home...
Who could've plucked you
beneath the wings?

I heard a voice as carried by the wind.
How could it be when the season is sultry?
And not a breeze came wafting by ...
A clear hush sound whispered a reply:

"I was blown down from nowhere
For I couldn't fly; my wings are clipped.
My time on earth has ceased.
My journey in heaven's sealed."

The other feather still battling on;
Holding on, yet weak; strength dwindling.
For how long will his anchor hold?
The tempest's ferocious, will he prevail?

The feather of life gives power to wings:
To soar in the sky; to fly o'er the storms.
To overcome adversities
To protect its domain.

I looked up high where clouds roll by.
Two feathers glide gently on each side.
The rain fell down, their spirit yield.
Rest in peace in your eternal home.

©️ Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©️ 24 December 2023
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA

NB

Manong Cefring (CEFERINO SEJERA DANCEL - VILLARBA, the eldest son of the 5 children of Tatay Sulpicio Villarba and Nanay Fortunata Dancel Villarba. Nanay Fortun is the only sibling of Papang Doroteo Sejera Dancel. Both were orphans of Baldomero and Ramona Dancel of Ilocos and Solido, Nabas, Àklan.

SPECTACULAR

By Rado Gatchalian

THE SPECTACULAR

By Rado Gatchalian

The Spectacular, 

which is grand and perpetual,

born from heaven but walks on earth,

everywhere yet nowhere,

above and below yet also in the middle,

elusive, confusing, 

yet written in every stone in the field,

in every flower that blooms in the East,

in every little step of a wandering child.

It is there yet many fails to grasp its content.

but how and why?

to whom it is given?

how deserving a warrior that merits his victory?

The Spectacular, 

soaring like gentle wind,

we seek but hard to find;

the sky roaring with mighty beauty —

let the eyes that see, look carefully;

admire but learn to capture all derivatives,

may it be imperfect or lies, 

learn to differentiate between art and so and so.

You are Spectacular,

from the beginning to end,

always and forever,

all and one,

you and the entire landscape,

you and your ultimate dream.

Look. And listen.

The wind whispers its most beautiful song

in a very delicate place where life begins. 

Listen. And look.

#inspiration #self #truth #meaning

THE WAVES OF PRAY'R

NOSTALGIC MOMENT

#NOSTALGIC MOMENT

By Leah C Dancel 

THE WAVES OF PRAY'R

The waves girded the shores with foam 

In whiter suits to where they roam.

-

With echo-ing sounds of summer's call

Down to earth, whence,  wherewithal they fall.

-

They carry messages across 

From distant lands of  sing song blues.

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A little dream to weave on sea 

I deck them like flowers on the lea.

-

Dolphins flap their wings with glee 

Laughing loudly as can be.

-

As Fairy Penguins get ready to flee 

They plunge into the sea happy and free.

The turtles back glint in the heat of sun

While racing at daylight tides without fun.

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Of course,  these random thoughts are made of strings; 

All tied up to a mem'ry bank in winks. 

Night time is coming, the beach is calling.

So is the moon,  and stars that are twinkling.

My longings for home beside my mother 

Is deeply revered in the waves of pray'r. 

©️ Leah C Dancel 

Copyright ©️ 20 December 2023

All rights reserved 

SH-AUSTRALIA 

#DecemberPrompt

#Couplet 

#ILA MAGAZINE 

L * I * F * E

Inspired by Dra. Rolaiza Mimi Singayao 

Mural

Georgia Rose Cafe

Shell Cove NSW 

16 December 2023

L * I * F * E

The reality of life

Lived in a portraiture of words:

Fierce and piercing.

Nostalgia spreads

In a crochet of tangled emotion

Down memory lane.

Looking back

Reminiscing of what's gone before 

Good and bad entwined. 

The wheel keeps turning 

Fortune and misfortune at par

Churning tides both sorrow and joy.

Live life as it should be 

Take what Nature yields

Heartily give it back with care.

©️ Leah C Dancel 

All rights reserved 

20 December 2023

SH-AUSTRALIA 

TRAVEL

By

Try to travel, otherwise

you may become racist,

and you may end up believing

that your skin is the only one

to be right,

that your language

is the most romantic

and that you were the first

to be the first.

Travel,

because if you don't travel then

your thoughts won’t be strengthened,

won’t get filled with ideas.

Your dreams will be born with fragile legs and then you end up believing in tv-shows, and in those who invent enemies

that fit perfectly with your nightmares

to make you live in terror.

Travel,

because travel teaches

to say good morning to everyone

regardless of which sun we come from.

Travel,

because travel teaches

to say goodnight to everyone

regardless of the darkness

that we carry inside

Travel,

because traveling teaches to resist,

not to depend,

to accept others, not just for who they are

but also for what they can never be.

To know what we are capable of,

to feel part of a family

beyond borders,

beyond traditions and culture.

Traveling teaches us to be beyond.

Travel,

otherwise you end up believing

that you are made only for a panorama

and instead inside you

there are wonderful landscapes

still to visit.

- Gio Evan, poet and songwriter.

Translated from Italian.

MY BEST FRIEND'S FUNERAL

By Crispulo Tappa 

Christmas Reflection 7

MY BEST FRIEND'S FUNERAL

I dared not, as most men 

do, loudly weep

Or stood by your bier 

and take a peep

Neither mumbled a sorrow-

ful goodbye

Nor offered wreaths that 

wilt and dry.

I did what is oft'n not 

done, in private

Grieve your death, my 

best friend, great

Your passing on to the 

next life, I celebrate

The joys and triumphs 

that we all partake.

I will not write an elegy

of your great story

But sing a joyful song of 

your eternal victory

Over death; death of man,

we shouldn't mourn,

Death is just a beginning

of his next sojourn.

No long sad marches to 

bury your remains

For there in my heart your

memory remains

A parting between friends,

my joyful de jour

A sweet sorrow, only best 

friends can savour.

When time comes for me 

to be in the eternal garden 

Of love, joy, and peace; 

God's ethereal realm

Forever and ever, we shall 

be best friends again.

*A Lament to honor my dear friend/s 

who have passed on to the next life.

LIVING LIFE IN AUSTRALIA

6 December 2023

LIVING LIFE IN AUSTRALIA 

36 years going forward 

Shedding skin; and, belting out

A hymn that makes us one:

To Advance Australia Fair!

Living life the Australian way

Weet bix, barbecue and meat pies 

Falling leaves, snow, hay fever and summer flies. 

A terrain of cultures blend in a migrant's day.

What more can beat the country fetes? 

Football and cricket unite them all.

Albeit all sports create legends of old

Work hard and play hard mould them fit.

ANZAC Day and Remembrance Day

Are days revered in solemn faith.

While New Year's Day and Australia Day 

Firecrackers and  fireworks are at play.

Go Mate! Chase the bloke, but 

Don't mess up with Sheila

Or she'll knock you down 

A tough cookie she is 

When full to the brim. 

 

"Look after this land Mate",  as you do

With the ocean and sea;  mountains and plains ...

For nature has a way to get back to you.

Let's keep it green, let's keep it clean.

There's more to 36 years of learning 

From living life the Australian way 

Whatever comes to mind 

"Keep It to yourself",  they say!

Let's not forget to pay respect 

To the elders of the Bushland.

Their spirits mind your foot, 

Loose or lost in your wanderings.

Beg yours, what's up,  how ya goin?

Get out of the way and join the queue;

Hail TO ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR!

©️ Leah C Dancel 

6 December 2023

SH-AUSTRALIA

TO THE WOMAN WHO IS SLOWLY FADING AWAY...

Lifted from

TO THE WOMAN WHO IS SLOWLY FADING AWAY...

To the woman who has lost her spark.

To the woman whose get up and go, has well and truly gone.

This is for you.

This is to remind you whose daughter you are.

This is to remind you, that you don’t have to be everything to everyone, every day.

You didn’t sign up for that.

Remember when you used to laugh? Sing? Throw caution to the wind?

Remember when you used to forgive yourself more quickly for not always being perfect.

You can get that back again.

You really can.

And that doesn’t have to mean letting people down or walking away.

It just means being kinder to you, feeling brave enough to say no sometimes.

Being brave enough to stop sometimes.

And rest.

It starts the moment you realise that you’re not quite who you used to be.

Some of that is good, some of that is not.

There are parts of you that need to be brought back.

And if anyone in your life is not okay with that... they are not your people.

Your people will be glad to see that spark starting to light up again.

So, if you have been slowly fading away my friend, this is the time to start saying yes to things that bring you joy and no to things that don’t.

It’s really pretty simple.

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GRAIN OF SAND

5 December 2023

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage 

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions...    

-- William Blake 

THE JOURNEY of the DUSTS

By Jeffrey Cejero 

Photo credit to Pexels 

The Journey of the Dusts

by jepoy

In the deep space, I float endlessly

And as the river of time

continues to flow

And seasons come and go,

My entrapment remains eternal

And my freedom is the end of infinity!

I'm grateful for those I met along the way.

There were times, I was blown away by astral wind

Until I landed on a desolate world

And taken care by an ancient mountain

Then, judgement day came and that world faced its doomed!

There were times, I just floated in nowhere.

Felt nothing but coldness,

Saw no light but darkness

But still, I was just a speck of dusts.

Just nothing in the eyes of gods and even mortals.

As I float in space,

I surrendered everything to destiny and fate

And praying to fortune to give me luck.

My wish came true after failing a million wishes.

A dying star welcomed me and served as my sanctuary.

On those aeons, I felt the agony of this aged spirit

But blessed for I was gifted of its past.

A blink of an eye in the perspective of gods,

The dying star, my sanctuary turned to ashes and dusts.

The omniverse is endless

Just like my sailing in the sky.

On this state, I lost the concept of time

And the space I were in.

In this torn dimension just below the heaven, I found you.

And maybe someday

If fate allows me to break my samsara,

If destiny would let me attract you

And fortunate enough to stay in your warm core,

Maybe I could transform from dusts to your brightest star!

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Thank you for being a part of my 43rd journey around the sun. Though I'm just a speck of dusts, maybe you valued me like an ant, or as precious as a mountain or as bright as the sun or like a star!

No matter what you give to me, it will always be a part of me. I can turn all of those into my own foundation and in shaping my own life.

Thank you!