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."

15 June 2024

ALONE IN THE COLD

15 June 2023



He stands tall beside his own shadow.
Lost in thought, feeling wrought.
This world is full of vagaries
Where justice is only served to those who gained favour by strong connection.

A morsel denied to this poor little guy
As food for the gods are offered to the heathens
But then he refused to take what's not his
He waited alone in the cold, this winter day.

©Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©️ 15 June 2023
All rights reserved 
SH-AUSTRALIA

14 June 2024

YOUR TIME, NOT THEIRS

IN MEMORY OF STEVE LYMAN, UK
A fellow Poet at ILA, one of the most respected Admin Staff.
 

Lifted from the post of Annette Nasser 
14 June 2024

This passage Steve posted on his timeline, I believe shortly before he passed away.
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"YOUR TIME, NOT THEIRS"
By Steve Lyman

Rain has finally stopped - I don't mean the weather - I'm talking about the showers of life - those dark cloudy days - The ones that drag you down - stopping you from moving on with everyday things - It's about time - You may hear me say - Well, in my opinion, this is how it feels - how it seems to motivate - but also cause us to deflate - There is so much that we go through in life - A time for this - A time for that - Good things - Bad things - Happy or sad things - all connected with time - So what happens if you take time out of the equation - Does it help improve your situation - Will it help you heal quickly - They say it will get better in time - Do they mean their time - or your time - You can never tell how long your time actually is - Putting a time on those dark times - when every minute feels like an hour - everyday seems to last forever - is that their time too - Somehow I think not - So, let's take today for ourselves - Let's use our time - Use the time of today in a constructive manner - make those minutes count - Do something that lifts your spirit - you know, with the power of positive thinking - You will be a lot nearer to their time - but you must own it - Take it for yourself - so, in your own time - you will actually heal - at your own pace - in your own mind space - that's taking time out of the equation.

REFLECTIONS

By Paul Guerin

This is a new poem just drafted, called "Reflections". 




Reflections
 
I’m on a narrow winding way
I search but cannot see the end
So I reflect upon my day
And matters that I need to mend

I struggle down the narrow way
Recalling old forgotten dreams
Wishing for a brand-new day
When reality is all it seems

My mind runs over hills and dales
I think of times long past
Some happy days and some sad tales
Romantic dreams that couldn’t last

My mind drifts on to valleys green
With tall dark mountains looking down
White beauty of a winter scene
That lifts my thoughts so I won’t drown

I wonder where this road will end
Is the destination getting near
Does solace wait around the bend
Will there be hope and quiet here

As the narrow road winds on along 
I vacillate from hope to fear
If past mistakes have made me strong
Perhaps I can walk out of here.

13 June 2024

THE WORLD AT LARGE

13 June 2024








THE WORLD AT LARGE

Inching t'wards the real thing. 
Call it winter chill or winter freeze;
Freon thickens on the ground. 

There's fire by day and night
Chunky woods by the fireside
For slow combustion overnight.

Warm home, warm heart
Where love and peace reside 
Winter stills the world at large.

©️ Leah C Dancel 
13 June 2024
All rights reserved 
Orange 🍊 NSW 
AUSTRALIA

11 June 2024

IN THE POET'S MIND

11 June 2024

Post by permission from the author, name Gav Smith of Victoria.



 Created in the poets mind,
a mel-o-dy inspired he,
what was about that stirred him most?,
a way to think, deliciously, 
that took away the usual aim,
creating prose or verse recite,
it really chose to bother him,
what put he down, did surely write.

I do not like all music, no
with some it seems to come from hell, 
to cause the brain to vegetate, 
and from a lofty height it fell,
but some, dear God, angelic be,
I presuppose a wondrous sign,
so musical and voices praise,
and with my brain it does align.

In colours too, what can be done?,
a painting that shall lead the way,
so etched upon your mem-o-ry ,
The water, flowers, they say Monet,
you look and gaze, so much aroused,
you learn to say most truthfully, 
this simpleton, a man called gav, 
a wondrous sight is shown to he.

I long to learn to think like this, 
I do not mind, so differently,
and draw from all that one may see,
but try to cope, how shall that be?,
and place my books, of poetry, 
a thrill indeed,  so marvellously,
and future means to dwell indeed, 
Of writings pure, may this succeed.

Copyright ©️ Gav Smith 
Founder of SOUPEE'S
Victoria AUSTRALIA 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I came across a FACEBOOK Page called THE SOUPEES. 


7 June 2024

BEFORE THE COFFEE GETS COLD

07 June 2024
by Toshikazu Kawaguchi



Don't leave anything for later.
Later, the coffee gets cold.
Later, you lose interest.
Later, the day turns into night.
Later, people grow up.
Later, people grow old.
Later, life goes by.
Later, you regret not doing something...
When you had the chance. 

Life is a fleeting dance, a delicate balance of moments that unfold before us, never to return in quite the same way again.
Regret is a bitter pill to swallow, a weight that bears down upon the soul with the burden of missed chances and unspoken words.
So, let us not leave anything for later. Let us seize the moments as they come, with hearts open and arms outstretched to embrace the possibilities that lie before us. For in the end, it is not the things we did that we regret, but the things we left undone, the words left unspoken, the dreams left unfulfilled.

   — Before the Coffee Gets Cold is a 2015 novel by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

Source: English Literature info 


27 May 2024

UNTITLED by Estelle Cortes

28 May 2024


I want to live simply. I just want to plant and grow my trees, frolic with the birds and butterflies in the fields, hug my fur babies, and watch my son become a man. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be- boundless and infinite.

I shall rest one day soon,
Where the wild things are,
Among my beloved trees,
Hidden in the field of wild dandelions
My weary bones shall lay,
With the sky above me,
And the valleys sing my song,
The mountain ranges 
Shall stand guard over my grave,
The Sun will celebrate the life I lived,
And Luna will mourn for me at night.
Even when no one cares to remember,
Bury my bones where the wild things are.

~Estelle~
072523
©️Estelle Cortes Pimentel
All Rights Reserved

26 May 2024

JUST LIKE BEFORE

27 May 2024







16 May 2024

THE MORE YOU COUNT THE STARS, THE MORE YOU GIVE UP

Lifted from Rado Gatchalian 




THE MORE YOU COUNT THE STARS, THE MORE YOU GIVE UP
By Rado Gatchalian 

The revolution of the mind:
evolving like a little piece of chalk
which serves no purpose —
and all those dust become remnants
of consumed effort,
days and nights of attempts
to change the world.

But to what end?
How would logic
become a mentor of fortitude —
when it won’t be able to supply 
the last amount of oxygen you need?

But shall you just oblige to faith
and surrender to a cause or purpose
you can’t even fathom?

You read the books — and want to find
answers to all your questions;
but endless nights of erudition
can still not satisfy the hunger of your mind:
the more you know, the more you give up.

Then, you try to quiet your mind,
silence covers your whole being,
you walk in the forest:
count the flowers, leaves, and rocks,
the trees, and those beautiful stars;
then you stop counting —
because the more you count,
the more you give up.

Then, you surrender to peace
which is called by many names:
Joy
Beauty
Contentment
Now
Love.

Here: you stop counting
but you become part of those beautiful stars.

Because you are.

You become what you are 
when you let what is in you shine:
not because you know more
but because you believe.

11 May 2024

MUM'S THE WORD

12 May 2024

ON MOTHER'S DAY
To Lily, Noemi 



Mum's the word
With arms that measure love
From east to west and north to south.
They encircle you with warm embrace. 

Mum's the word
Whose mind thinks deep
Where thoughts of you dwell-in
Wond'ring about your safety and well-being.

Mum's the word
With heart as tender as a bud
Yet strong and firm in discipline 
Encompassing peace and joy.

Mum's the word
With lips that encourage 
When you're down and broken 
Her kind words heal your wounds.

Mum is the anchor of your life
When the foundation turned asunder
Enshrine her with love and affection  
For her faith in you is beyond limits. 

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©️ 12 May 2024
All rights reserved 
SH-AUSTRALIA 
ON MOTHER'S DAY 


WALTMARIE CHALLENGE

ILA 


WOW



Let's Twist to...A NEW WOW POETRY CHALLENGE!

Choose any one of this week's (WOW) Vocabulary Words:
(PERT, DIGRESS, PERUSAL or BON MOT) and apply it to your poem. Here is the twist. You must find as many words as you can within the WOW you choose and apply all your found words into your poem. You may write up to 12 lines but NO MORE THAN 12. You may choose to rhyme if you so desire though it is not required. If you are not sure what the definitions are for each word, please look it up on this week's post. If you get stuck in trying to find words within the WOW, there are two great sites if you search on Google, like Word Maker or All Scrabble. 
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BEGINS TODAY (June 28, 2023) and ENDS SUNDAY, (July 2, 2023).

Looking forward in reading your great work!



FASHION SENSE

Her charismatic beauty compelled me to WEND my perspective 
About 
fashion trends that DIGRESSED in recent years, away from conservative style of dressing. 
I am
firm and STOLID by not conforming to the whims of women in society.
I frowned 
upon their glitterati temperament of endless demand in emulating the Hollywood
 glamour,
Who snubbed 
their mediocrity in fashion sense which to me is rather a
SELCOUTH. 

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©️ 25 December 2023
All rights reserved 
SH-AUSTRALIA 
#ILA MAGAZINE 
#WALTMARIE 
#WOW: DIGRESS, SELCOUTH, STOLID, WEND 





ILA MAGAZINE - WOW Poetry Challenge:

The "WALTMARIE" - a two-in-one poem invented by Candice Kubinec.
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It is a ten-lined poetic form
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ODD LINES have NO SPECIFIC SYLLABIC COUNT, which means, the poet can write in as many syllables as he/she desires
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EVEN LINES are written in 2 SYLLABLES, only.
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The even lines create a "mini-poem" if read apart.
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There are no rules for rhyme or subject - the option is left for the poet to choose whether to rhyme or not
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The poem is usually titled but this is left for the poet to choose.
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ODD LINES: 1, 3, 5, 7, 9
EVEN LINES: 2, 4, 6, 8, 10
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EXAMPLE OF MY POEM (I only used one of the wows yet poets must use ALL 4).
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"ETCHED ON A TREE"

Should I digress on something I least desire
Before
I utter with myopic stance which I may be intolerant of
or more
Expressing proverbial logic in a cloud of words that fog
in time
traversing through a squall of reasons and of rhyme
My brain
unshackling new strength I have inside me now
feels free.
Annette Nasser
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THIS IS A WOW CHALLENGE, so you MUST TRY TO APPLY all 4 words: (DIGRESS, STOLID, SELCOUTH, WEND), to be considered as a “BEST ENTRY”, which I will choose (several), shortly after this challenge ends. 
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BEGINS NOW (12-14-23)
ENDS TUESDAY (12-19-23)
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If anyone needs guidance, please do message me.

GOOD LUCK, POETS!

NOTHING

PENSEE POETRY 


NOTHING
is emptiness.
No one can do anything
Under any circumstances
For nothing is but void.
©️ Leah C Dancel
20 January 2024
SH-AUSTRALIA 

LESSON

ILA MAGAZINE PROMPT - This is NOT a WOW Challenge.
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PENSEE Poetry Challenge!
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PENSEE Poetry Form is a 5-Lined Syllabic poem - no rhyming or meter required unless you desire to write in rhyme.

LINE 1 is the SUBJECT and written in 2 Syllables.
LINE 2 is the DESCRIPTION and written in 4 Syllables.
LINE 3 is the ACTION and written in 7 Syllables.
LINE 4 is the SETTING and written in 8 Syllables.
LINE 5 is the FINAL THOUGHT and written in 6 Syllables.

10 May 2024

REMEMBER ME

By Margaret Mead

“To the living, I am gone,
To the sorrowful, I will never return,
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.

I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea,
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity,
Remember me.

Remember me in your heart:
Your thoughts, and your memories,
Of the times we loved,
The times we cried,
The times we fought,
The times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, 
I will never have gone.”

Source: American Literature 

8 May 2024

HOPE

By Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

By Emily Dickinson

FEAR


It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.

She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.

And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.

But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.

Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.

The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.

~ Khalil Gibran

4 May 2024

MY HUMBLE LIGHT

By Jeffrey Cejero


My Humble Light

Grains of sand continue to drop
As the waves of seasons ebb and flow.
A tiny me started to pulsate
Until I have my flickering light.

The great sun shows its might
Illuminating the sky with its full bright
Where day is born, glowing like divine,
Leaving no place for me to shine.

Night time comes
And silvery moon hung up in the sky.
Only those powerful gems could still shine
Unlike me whose glow, like fainting fireflies.

Then storm came bringing chill to everyone
Where sky is covered by thick black clouds,
Where the moon has finally set
Bathing in the cold waters of disputed west.

The night was flooded by tears
Till the clouds emptied its burdening load.
The sky finally gave way for everyone to shine
And found myself shining with my humble light.

28 April 2024

PHOTO POETRY

by Leah C Dancel
29 April 2024

Part 1




1

I desire your warmth 
Stay longer to kiss me more
My face is cold 
And my soul is still 
Longing to be soothed 
By your ardent embrace.


Part 2
A Sequel
#photopoetry 

2.

Last time when you kissed me
I was down the ledge of the ocean.
It was cold and I was shivering.
You came to me and gently
draped around my shoulders 
A shawl of your warm embrace:
The tenderness of that unforgettable 
moment will be a memory. 



3

Here you've found me at my highest peak
Where none could follow to ruffle
my peace.
Though the mist blanket my unmolten pinnacle 
Your shining ardour brightens my sombre world.

Words Copyright ©️ 
Leah C Dancel 
30 April 2024
All rights reserved 
Orange 🍊 NSW 
AUSTRALIA 


Created and Written  
Marsden Place 
Orange 🍊 NSW 

Photos credit to the owners 
Source: National Geographic

24 April 2024

PITY THE NATION

Lifted from English Literature

Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.

~Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Book: Ferlinghetti's Greatest Poems

23 April 2024

I AM

By Leah C Dancel



I AM

There can be no other
I'm only one Me:
One soul, one heart, one mind.

I may share attributes with others 
Whom I call soulmates 
Or twin from different mothers. 

I am unique 
Fitted with flaws and imperfections 
I walk the talk; at times I screwed adrift. 

I play down self-righteousness 
It's not in my blueprint's template 
I am just me, the who I am.

I am as you are:
A human, a person
A woman of substance. 

Molded and developed 
With humane persona 
I am both a giver and a taker.

I am
A woman:
A lady of will.

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©️ 22 April 2024
All rights reserved 
THE COLOUR CITY
Central West - AUSTRALIA

21 April 2024

THE LAST EMPIRE

Posted at PSCS
22 April 2024


THE LAST EMPIRE

She's the Rose of England
The land where kingdoms hailed
Kings and Queens that poets deified
In verses, hymns and proses scribed.

A queen destined to reign the land
At ten, her fate divinely designed
She took the vow in faithfulness declared
Short or long, the longest she ruled.

She severed empires to give in freedom
To sovereignties to lead their own
And kept those who are willing
To get under her vast dominions.

Today, most empires are gone
Consigned to history till they last fit
New leaves and pages are being quilled
Mostly by red blood of deceit and conceit.


©️ Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©️ 22 April 2024
All rights reserved
The City of Colours
Central West, NSW

20 April 2024

PALINDROME: BINX

21 April 2024
Orange NSW 
 



Under the table 
Outside 
Bathing in the sun
Keeping warm.
After play 
His space 
Alone.

Leah C Dancel 
21 April 2024

APRIL HAIKU: SUNRISE

Written in Orange NSW

SUNRISE 




Glinting rays over 
The rooftop of sleeping hosts
Town awaken by.

Leah C Dancel 
#haiku 
21 April 2021
Colour City 


DAFFODILS by William Wordsworth

Lifted from ENGLISH LITERATURE
18 April 2024/FB

"DAFFODILS" 
(I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud)
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Analysis;
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (also commonly known as "Daffodils") is a poem by William Wordsworth that is known for its celebration of the beauty of nature and its ability to bring joy and happiness in times of despair. The poem is written in the first person, with the speaker describing their own personal experience of wandering through a field of daffodils.
The poem is divided into four stanzas, each of which describes a different aspect of the speaker's experience. The first stanza sets the scene and describes the speaker's feeling of loneliness as they wander through the countryside. The imagery of a cloud floating over hills and valleys evokes a sense of isolation and detachment, which contrasts with the vibrant and joyful scene that the speaker is about to encounter.
The second stanza describes the moment when the speaker comes across a field of daffodils. The imagery of the daffodils stretching in a "never-ending line" along the shoreline creates a sense of awe and wonder, and the comparison to the stars in the Milky Way emphasizes the vastness and beauty of the scene. The use of the word "host" to describe the daffodils also suggests that they are not just a random collection of flowers, but an organized and purposeful group.
The third stanza describes the speaker's emotional response to the scene. The use of words like "gay" and "jocund" suggest that the sight of the daffodils has brought the speaker a sense of happiness and pleasure. The phrase "I gazed—and gazed—but little thought / What wealth the show to me had brought" suggests that the speaker did not fully realize the impact the daffodils would have on them until after they had seen them.
The final stanza describes the lasting effect of the daffodils. The use of the phrase "And then my heart with pleasure fills / And dances with the daffodils" suggests that the sight of the daffodils has lifted the speaker's spirits and brought them a sense of joy and happiness.
The poem is also known for its use of imagery, particularly the image of the daffodils dancing in the breeze, which creates a sense of movement and liveliness that contrasts with the stillness and isolation of the opening lines. The poem also makes use of personification, as the daffodils are described as "dancing" and "tossing their heads" which imbues them with human-like characteristics and adds to the lively and joyful nature of the scene.



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12 August 2024

A more thorough analysis in expanded form as elucidated by ENGLISH LITERATURE Page to which this credit is due. 

DAFFODILS
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (also sometimes called "Daffodils") is a lyric poem by William Wordsworth. It is one of his most popular, and was inspired by an encounter on 15 April 1802 during a walk with his younger sister Dorothy, when they saw a "long belt" of daffodils on the shore of Ullswater in the English Lake District. Written in 1804, this 24 line lyric was first published in 1807 in Poems, in Two Volumes, and revised in 1815. 

It is a quintessential Romantic poem that celebrates the beauty of nature and the profound emotional connection between the natural world and the human soul.

SHORT SUMMARY: 

The poem begins with the speaker, who feels lonely and detached, comparing himself to a cloud that floats high above valleys and hills. This image sets the tone for the poem, emphasizing the speaker's isolation from the world around him.

However, this loneliness is soon alleviated when the speaker encounters a "crowd" of golden daffodils beside a lake, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. The sight of these daffodils is uplifting, and Wordsworth uses personification to give them a life of their own. The flowers "toss their heads" and "dance," creating an image of joy and movement that contrasts sharply with the speaker's earlier solitude.

The daffodils are described as being "continuous as the stars that shine," suggesting their vast number and the endless beauty they represent. This comparison to stars also imbues the scene with a sense of timelessness and eternity, as if the daffodils are not just a fleeting moment of beauty, but a lasting source of inspiration.

In the final stanza, the speaker reflects on how the memory of the daffodils brings him comfort even when he is alone or in a "pensive mood." The daffodils become a symbol of inner peace and joy, capable of lifting his spirits and filling his heart with pleasure. This enduring emotional impact illustrates the Romantic belief in the healing power of nature.

THEMES: 

1. NATURE'S HEALING POWER: The poem underscores the idea that nature has the ability to console and uplift the human spirit. The sight of the daffodils provides the speaker with solace and joy, both in the moment and in memory.

2. THE IMPORTANCE OF MEMORY: Wordsworth highlights the significance of memory in preserving the beauty of nature. The daffodils are not just a temporary delight but a source of lasting happiness, stored in the speaker's mind.

3. SOLITUDE AND CONNECTION: The poem explores the contrast between solitude and connection. While the speaker starts in a state of loneliness, his encounter with the daffodils fills him with a sense of connection to the natural world, alleviating his isolation.

4. ROMANTICISM: The poem embodies key elements of Romanticism, such as the emphasis on emotion, the celebration of nature, and the exploration of the individual's inner experience.

17 April 2024

HAIKU 2024

Posted at ILA
17 April 2024
HAIKU POETRY DAY 
By Steve Lyman 

TRILOGY



#1
A summer rose buds 
Draw their last blooming saga
Petals wilt and die.

#
The leaves are falling
Trees stripping off their old barks
Twigs and limbs weakened.

#3
It's Fall,  but, Autumn
Down Under changing season
Cool nights, slumbering.

Leah C Dancel
17 April 2024



FLOWERS 


Though flowers may fail 
To win a heart, hard to win
Handle them with care.

Leah C Dancel 
17 April 2024
PSCS 


ROSES

Let thy love be known 
With roses that spark romance
To sweet lady fair.

Leah C Dancel
17 April 2024
PSCS 

Dedicated to Eve Sison




 

15 April 2024

WHEN MORNING COMES

Poem by Lenore Caytiles


When Morning Comes

When morning comes, welcome it with a smile
No matter whether the clouds are white, black or gray
And the skies clear or not
Whether the day is sunny or gloomy
Just be thankful.

The morning is always beautiful for it is the beginning of a new day
A new day has come to give us hope
The pain we felt might be gone
Another chance to do better
and difficult tasks done.

Time to start a new beginning
Time to take a new road if the other way didn't turn out right
Time to view the world with the brightest hope
Leaving all the blues and the pains behind.

Tire not. 
Do not give up for this tomorrow might have the best for you.

April 15, 2024
Sunrise in Carmona. Cavite