COFFEE GOES WITH MEMORIES

30 November 2024

MEMORIES 

(November 30, 1987)

Coffee goes with memories

Some are nice and some are not 

I keep the nice ones

I incinerated the not-so-nice ones. 

Today, I am looking back

My days as a Pharmacist 

Working in the busiest hub

In Quiapo, Metro Manila -

Thinking what would life be

Should I choose to stay 

In my homeland... which Today

Becomes a beleaguered country. 

The enemies of truth are out

In the open, no more in hiding.

The masks are taken down

To reveal the way of the clowns.

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I brew coffee in that ritualistic kettle;

From a black kettle then pour into a pot.

A pot is calling the kettle black

The taste can never be justified. 

---

For the storms keep encircling 

Raging like monsters in the night 

The sleeping logs are stirred

They're torn apart slain and dead.

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Destiny took me away from chaos 

Fate has me survived from misery 

Today, I found myself somewhere 

Holding my morning cup of coffee.

©️ Leah C Dancel 

30 November 2024

Orange 🍊 NSW

AUSTRALIA

I DO NOT LOVE YOU

Lifted from FB

I do not love you... 

~ PABLO NERUDA 

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, 

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. 

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, 

in secret, between the shadow and the soul. 

I love you as the plant that never blooms 

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; 

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, 

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; 

so I love you because I know no other way than this: 

where I does not exist, nor you, 

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, 

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. 

TO RISE ABOVE A COMMON GROUND

17 November 2024

A plea from a brother, a father, a grandfather... for the sake of peace who hasbeen deprived from being close to his own immediate family especially his growing grandchildren.

To one who seeks harm, and wishes us gone,

May love and light, awaken your heart's tone.

Why choose destruction, over compassion's way?

Can't we address mistakes, in a brighter day?

My son's young family, with dreams so bright,

Two little girls, shining with innocence light.

What drives your anger, your heart's dark night?

Can't we forgive, and walk in love's pure light?

Confront us, let's heal, with open hearts,

Embracing morals, decency, and love's sweet starts.

Fear God's wisdom, and choose a higher path,

Let kindness guide us, through life's turbulent math.

May your heart soften, and love prevail,

Let's break the chains, of hatred's heavy gale.

Let's rise above, and find common ground,

In peace, forgiveness, and love's profound.

SEEKING THAT PLACE

Late upload

Written a year ago today 

11 November 2024

I am seeking that place 

Where I can see the breeze; 

Fanned by the southerly wind,

Where the sun intimately feels my skin 

That mimics my cheeky grin.

A place that can sense my inner joy,

Secretly lurking beneath my Soul 

Bereft with conflict the world is known 

But happiness the day  exudes 

Upon my countenance it shall prevail.

There I will catch my breathe 

While basking in the beauty of the sunset.

©️Leah C Dancel 

Copyright ©️ 11 November 2023

All rights reserved 

NB

Written while in transit (train) to Cronulla, a spontaneous decision hoping to watch the sunset there but to no avail. It's my first time and apart from the sunset, I wasn't disappointed.  There's a next time to revisit the place again. 

Photo: 

This castle crown photo was captured as we passed through Regent Street at Redfern on our way home with my family.

HEROES REMASTERED

11 November 2024

On REMEMBRANCE DAY 

Yes, I miss my poetry... 

but my muse is still asleep.  

The seeds of inspiration lay dormant 

Not for long I hope and pray. 

My stubborn ilk lingers on

Finding that oasis somewhere 

Looking for healing of a drying fluid obscured by vagrancy 

of knots and crosses I can't win.

Yet...

Let me pause my quill aside 

Let me whisper a silent sigh 

Today, I remember the heroes 

Dead in blood for courage sake.

There in kachana Mediterranean Coast 

Their souls were laid to rest 

a hundred years and six years more!

©️ Leah C Dancel

All rights reserved 

11 November 2024

SH NSW AUSTRALIA

RAPUNZEL'S LOCKS

10 November 2024

Late upload 

Rapunzel's locks

Tresses in brunette 

Long to comb and braid

A climbing rope against the wall

Of  a secluded castle in sylvan's lair 

Forgotten by legends

Till a handsome Prince came  

To rescue his maiden fair 

From the wretched fairy

And took her to his kingdom. 

To be his queen forever more.

 ©️ Lola Inday 

11 November 2023

Ala mode