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."

12 July 2021

LOOK FOR ME IN RAINBOWS

Time for me to go now. I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, way up in the sky.
In the morning sunrise when allow the world is new, 
Just look for me and love me, 
as you know I loved you. 

Time for me to go now. I won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, high up in the sky.
In the evening sunset, when all the world is through,
Just look for me and love me, 
and I'll be close to you. 

It won't be forever, the day we'll come and then
My loving arms will hold you,
when we meet again. 

Time for us to part now, we won't say goodbye;
Look for me in rainbows, shining in the sky.
Every waking moment and all your whole life through,
Just look for me and love me, 
as you know I loved you. 

Just wish me near to you, 
And I'll be there with you. 

Source: Irish Memory Cards 










 

PRECY



PRECY

I saw her smile but for a little while 
As pain permeated in her soul, but why 
She knew that soon she'd be in another aisle 
While waiting for her time,  came God's reply. 

Her time on earth was by God's might 
That her wishes made known to Him for long 
Her silent anguish pricked through the night 
She confessed all shortcomings to whom she wronged. 

She never took her life for granted like it was a game
Neither a doser of pranks nor served a dulcet treat 
No one dared to poison her mind, lest you'd be blamed 
She could turn your fair face into a russet rage. 

©Leah C. Dancel 
Copyright@2021
SH-Australia 
Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
Dex Amaroso Challenge 101-1
July 1, 2021

11 July 2021

TO MY TEARS

My tears, please tell me where your fountain lies
Is it in my soul, my heart, my eyes?
Is your spring near or far, I want to know
I’m hurting now and I need to soak in you.

I need a river of you to wash my fears
In its current drown all my cares
Till all my pains drain with you in the sea
Within its depths my worries die setting me free.

But tell me why, in my joys you dare to share
As I sigh in bliss, in my eyes a mist appears
Could be the dew that drops from Heaven at dawn
Making the leaves sparkle like precious diamonds
You fill my eyes that for some time I won’t see gloom.

© Myr Reyes E. Tejada
11 July, 2021
All rights reserved

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 

TRIOLETS: AN INTROSPECTIVE GAZE

An illegal 6-syllable Triolet 

By Yesu Ben 

an introspective gaze 
into a clear glass world 
where untruths do not faze 
an introspective gaze 
that's held on to or hurled 
the choice of those last days 
an introspective gaze 
into a clear glass world.

THE POET’S CREED

By Yesu Ben

I’ve roamed, from east to west, the world, by books and art,
have seen diversity inside my staggered heart,
To ad infinitum in voice that's sure and loud,
Expressions are wide-ranging, mixed, unique and proud

With this my pen and ink are paper bridges built,
that link the nations and recapture friendships spilt
yet failed I have among my peers and those I love
For conflicts eventuate within or from above.

I have my own path, yet it's Life I choose to serve
With poems and songs for life itself feels I deserve
This privilege and skill which few have been endowed
Not kings, not men of God, have the right to be proud.

I write my poems for love and not to have a name
For poets true aren’t steered by power, wealth nor fame.

(creating verses is how true poets show their appreciation to Life. Yet true that the perfect poem is yet to be written as yet the perfect poet is yet to be born)

10 July 2021

HELEN


















(Through the lens of my soul) 
By Leah C. Dancel

Born with a blessed Hellenic beauty 
Of ancestral genetic pulchritude;
Unpompous deeds are etched with gratitude -
Her name's engraved in the hearts of many. 
With charm unbeguiling, her pure heart speaks 
The lessons learned in life as she reflects 
The many facets of human trials  
She boldly triumphed without denial. 
Her astute mind has been sharpened with time;
Dealing with life, its enigmas and why's;
Beyond the skies, the moon and stars, she flies; 
To find the answers all that heavens chime.
Inherent goodness was bestowed on her;
Graceful and humble and with gifts to share. 

Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
A Tribute To Helen Sarita 
Copyright@July 11, 2021
All rights reserved 
#Sonnet 

Comment from YB

a sonnet, combining petrarchan and elizabethan. I did not bother to count because i did not feel the slightest sprauchle.


APPRECIATION POEM

By Don M. Luman-ag


I.
 Inspiring beauty and brains
That's how I see our dear Ma'am Helen
Just like her namesake -- the lovely Helen of Troy
Two great women destined to be in literature

Unequalled is her brand of leadership, guts and charisma
She's an unselfish woman, a very inspiring personana
A great source of encouragement for both seasoned and aspiring poets 
I find great learning from her sincere and honest critiques

She's like a mother hen who tags along her chicks
She grooms and takes them to where the good stuff is
She encourages them to soar to greater heights
By creating various opportunities for them to shine

II.
Ma'am Eureka is a triumphant discovery 
A real asset in the world of poetry
She's a sophisticated lady with a heart of gold
She's got so much talent, it's plain to behold

A model, actress, and artist rolled into one
With a personality as elegant as her more than seven hundred poems
She freely lends her exceptional skill in computer graphics
To give us beautifully adorned Quotes of the Day, awards and certificates

What I really like the most about this darling
Is how she remains humble and never self-serving
Such personal quality and attribute are worth admiring 
For beauty of character is what's more lasting 

III.
My very good friend, Ma'am Leah Dancel
I'm glad she coaxed me to get out of my shell
She's instrumental in rekindling my literary passion
She's the one who invited me to join Filipino Poets in Blossoms

I'm a top fan of her literary works
Her poems and essays are fantabulous 
They're impeccable in both grammar and style
Coffee table book-worthy, riches to be desired

It's been my wish that her collected works
Will someday soon be printed into books
For this generation and posterity to enjoy
Reading them can give everyone so much joy

IV.
If you don't want to be a so-so
You got to learn it from Sir Dex Amoroso
As his Italian-Hispanic family name implies
Dex is indeed an amorous guy

He is naturally witty, never corny
At times he can also be humorously naughty
But mind you, he is profound and serious
A loving dad of two who's drop-dead gorgeous 

He's an intellectual, not your average Joe 
Looks intimidating but he is humble true 
I'm so impressed with his self-authored books
He's a self-made man and I'm proud to call him "bro" 

V.
Another poet whom I really I look up to
Is none other than our very own Sir Crispulo 
He's also a late bloomer as he divulged
Sometimes our poems exist in parallel worlds

His works I'd say, are classic and refined
Free-flowing fountain from the heart and mind
He keeps exploring other forms and styles
I am bewitched by his "prosetry" in particular 

Neatly written using choicest words
Precisely crafted and skillfully measured
Sentence fluency so smooth and expressive
Quality writing worth its weight in gold

VI.
I pay my tribute to Maestro Yesu Ben
This Philippine treasure is every artist's friend
He is a faithful guardian of the beloved craft
It's a great privilege to know this noble laureate 

A teacher-philosopher of unfeigned humility
You can sense in him deep spirituality
Hard to match physical and mental agility
Looking super cool at the age of sixty 

He mentors by example that we may not depart 
From the gold standard for literary arts
His works are a testament to his well-earned stature
A brilliant luminary in Philippine Literature

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
July 10, 2021



9 July 2021

DESTINY IN HAIKU

By Leah C. Dancel

VISUAL PROMPT

Where are youthful days
Of strength, of vigour and vim? 
Slow, weak and deprived. 

Measured lines of life
Countenance of grief and pain.
Old age sustained me. 

Depth lines of sorrow 
With no one to comfort me 
Golden years amiss. 

I'd seen glorious days 
Society flaunting untold 
Beauty and my wealth. 

Where all my heydays 
Gone? To nowhere with the wind?
On my own, alone. 

Solitary life 
My company through the years 
Old age, my domain. 

Time and time again 
Each moment in my youth spent 
All squandered and lost. 

Soon my breathe will cease
Into the grave I lay rest
My destiny ends. 

©Leah C. Dancel 
Copyright @July 10, 2021
SH-Australia 
Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
Crispulo Bacud Tappa
Concept on #HAIKU
(Not an entry-level) 
Photo credit to the owner 

7 July 2021

TO MY HUMAN DAD


POSTCARD

By Don Luman-ag

People were amazed 
At how I've grown to be this big
From being a tiny ginger tabby
Now I stand two feet and three

I was born of a stray mother
You welcomed into your life
They thought i've got a breed
Didn't they know I'm just well-fed?

Well cared and provided for
That's how I got my shiny fur
You always think of my welfare
Even when things weren't fair

You call me your little tiger
Who sleeps beside you in bed
We gave each other company
And comfort night and day

You told me many things
Your family didn't know about
Because you don't want them to worry
While from home you're away 

Through my little eyes I've seen
Your life's ups and downs
I've witnessed how you shed tears
When it was too much to bear

Though my life had been cut short
I know how badly you're hurt
We'll be together someday, Dad
In another world reunited.

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
July 7, 2021
Dec Amaroso 
#Poem-by-a-Pet

5 July 2021

TEMPORARY PASSENGER



By Helen Sarita

When I created my own truce on refraining to veer the inclination of my confused heart and give time just to hear again and again the words of God which I have fully understood but not being lived for to the fullest I hear the calling of my pen but was uncertain on the topic of what to scribble on..
I know I was dared as a writer to quench the thirst of those who also wish to reflect on this Lenten Season. I would love to ask if the reflection they wished for is only for this season? 
Or merely from now to forever more? I followed my senses whilst it gyrate 
to search the unsearchable,
find the things that I have already found..
I feel incomplete yet thankful to understand 
that I am human, still breathing, 
I have so much time to spread love 
Which is so mysterious, digging it up to the pit 
but still some of my questions 
remained unanswered 
Life is what it is and no words could ever give the true meaning 
of our purpose except of emptying ourselves in our gypsies through the many facets of life..and the wisdom of light would come and in a right and perfect time would not be vague anymore. 
It will stay in our hearts 
and it’s with the inhale and exhale of our breathing..the best thing is that we are still living and aware that we are just a temporary passengers of life and will soon to embark onto our own destination where the answers of our confusing thoughts is waiting. 
Those who claimed they are still and certain are the hypocrites and slaves of their hidden souls. 
I apologize to judge myself in claiming I am just one of the many sinners deluging on this world we dwelt in…

Helen Sarita
(c) Holy Friday
April 19, 2019

DIDI, DREAMING FIRE AND WIND

By Yesu Ben 
(Deeply inspired by Auden)

Oh Didi dreaming fire and wind,
Would you bring me there,
Teach me your night-waltz; dance with me
Tapping out loud in lunar sea,
God’s substance innocent and free
basking in the glare..

Convince the fire that eats the night,
Not to slay the dark,
And ask the wind, the cold it brings,
The breezes on raw holy wings,
The mournful anthem that it sings
Not to kill the spark.

Comes the water from the river,
Comes it from the deep
Oh scream at it that it may cease
Its gladness soaking calm and peace
That in regret and woe increase
When in fear you weep.

Go fly so ever far away
‘til you hear the sky
Until you hear its bitter song
Remaining so devoid so long
And blasting wind and rain so strong,
That you may know why.

Lose your strength in thoughtless seeking,
Lose also your soul
And tolerance for what’s been told
As you’ve grown weary, you’ve grown old
To truths that don’t count and don’t hold,
Bits that make the whole.

Climb up now the high high mountain
Your God-seeking self
Conquer all of your illusions,
Free yourself from all delusion,
Face the sea cliff of deception
Kill your untrue self.

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
July 6, 2021

SOULMATES


By Crispulo Baccud Tapa

SOULMATES

In times of darkness,
I found the light of my life.
My soulmate, love, friend.

Igniting a flame,
glows beautifully sans light.
A brightness-filled life.

The flames are dancing,
like lovers in the dark night,
consumed in their love.

Two lighted candles,
burning in each other's love.
So pure is their love.

Melt in their embrace,
until they become as one.
Soulmates they become.

HAIKU, RENSAKU POETRY FORMAT

CTTO: Photo

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
July 4th,  2021

DON'T LEAVE ME DAD


@ DON'T LEAVE ME, DAD @
°′°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
 
         Dad can you see  
     the tears in my eyes? 
        Can you hear me
             I am crying?
     I can't live without you
       Don't leave me, Dad.
  You stay the way you are
    I put it on my shoulder
        I'll walk you, Dad.
     Just like you took me.

 No matter how old you are
          This is my virtue, 
            your presence.
     I can't live without you
       Don't leave me, Dad.
   You stay the way you are
      I put it on my shoulder
          I'll walk you, Dad.
        Don't leave me, Dad.
      Just like you took me.

         Floating in front of
            the eyes today, 
      Only your contribution
            You are my life,
    How much have you done?
  Sweat on your head and feet
     You provided the money,
       To meet all my needs
    You have never been stingy.
             Please, father, 
         please don't leave
       I can't stand this pain
      I can't live without you
        Don't leave me, Dad
    You stay the way you are
      I put it on my shoulder
           I'll walk you, Dad
       Just like you took me
        Don't leave me,,Dad.

Written by: Sumon Zaman 🇧🇩

Image Credit : getty Image. 
By the courtesy of Google.

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
July 6, 2021

A WONDERFUL TREE


By Lenore Caytiles 

In a nearby farm
A farmer planted a tree
He told the tree
To grow tall and sturdy.

But the tree had other plans
When he saw the tall trees around
The little tree is intelligent
He planned to be different.

He grew big at the very start
Then, midway he decided to be apart
He split into two
So he wouldn't be lonely
He would have his twin 
To keep him company.

Both branches grew bigger and bigger
And people who pass by
Stopped and wonder
How these two big branches love each other
The ruffling of their leaves seem they are laughing, giggling and talking
At tlmes, they wave their small branches 
They seem to be dancing.

Sometimes when a lovely pair passes by
The tree makes magic
He lures the couple to sit on the low bench where the branches split
The lovers start to whisper sweet nothings
The two big branches start giggling 
Began rocking, moving like a swing.

Source: Visual Prompt/Dex Amoroso 
Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
July 6, 2021



I AM SURE


I am sure...

I am sure that tomorrow will bring a lot of surprises
The skies will be busy reforming their artistic wishes 
And I'll gaze above, dreaming of reaching the skies
I wish I could draw my passion and love as they arise

Like the white clouds so unobstructedly gliding through 
Quelling those desperate hearts who are feeling blue
I am sure that you'll gaze up at the skies beyond yonder
You will be engrossed to watch with my crafts' wonder

I am sure that it will shed tears in your appealing eyes 
as my tender and loving thoughts will fill up the skies 
To my moving art, I am sure that your soul will be drowned
And you'll love me more in the remaining years of our own

~Helen Sarita
Filipino Poets in  Blossoms 🌸 
July 4, 2021

3 July 2021

MAN AND CHILD


A hapless angel in your arms
Looks up to you for sustenance 
Born out of your own flesh and blood
Yours to protect whatever betide

This gift of life is heaven sent
A present full of innocence 
Entrusted to you to take care 
To love and bear, your life to share

A child brought forth into this world
Is like a treasure, worth untold
Responsibilities expect
Child's innate rights you must respect

For any man out of desire
Is such an ease a child to sire
But sad to say not all of them 
Are fathers in the truest sense 

© Don M. Luman-ag
June 30, 2021, 7:05 PM
Pines, Oroquieta City, Philippines

Source: Filipino Poets in Blossoms /FB 

Photo : Bubba Zana and JPC
September 7, 2019

29 June 2021

WHO WE TRULY ARE

By Clarissa Pinkola Estes 

“We do not become healers. 
We came as healers. 
We are. 
Some of us are still catching up to what we are. 
We do not become storytellers. 
We came as carriers of the stories that we and our ancestors actually lived. 
We are. 
Some of us are still catching up to what we are. 
We do not become artists. 
We came as artists. 
We are. 
Some of us are still catching up to what we are. 
We do not become writers.. dancers.. musicians.. helpers.. peacemakers. 
We came as such. 
We are. 
Some of us are still catching up to what we are. 
We do not learn to love in this sense. 
We came as Love. 
We are Love. 
Some of us are still catching up to who we truly are.”

28 June 2021

A Little Kindness

Show a little kindness 
Every single day 
Always give help to others 
Who seem to have lost their way 
Just a little show of kindness 
May be enough to get them through 
For that person that is lost 
One day might be you. 

By John F. Connor 

27 June 2021

OF FUNGUSES AND CHAMELEONS



By Crispulo Baccud Taps 

            Fungi, an artist,
does a better work than man,
         becomes a copycat.
 It paints on the bark of trees,
 chameleon's armour to  hide.

       Blending with the bark,    
           chameleons hide
           their true  selves,
         for their own safety.
A predator's scheme to snare,                              unsuspecting fly, its food.

          Fungi, chameleons,
nature teaches about real life.
          blend, be accepted,
            flaunt yourselves, 
               be ostracized.
    God paints a kaleidoscope.

        Leaving man to drool,
     nature's pallette, colorful.
          makes a man a fool.
   Made his own color scheme,       
         veered  from nature's 
                 real colors.

            Isn't it wonderful
        when men just blend
                  and unify
         as our God purposed?
      Be fungus or chameleons.
     Blending colors beaut'fully.

(TANKA, Rensaku Poetry Format)

CTTO: Photos

BAMBOO

By Percy Roxas

 


learning like the bamboo
I bow and bend and sway;
with torrents strong and lawless,
no gentle zephyr's kiss to play.

I'm ditching pride, uprooting
all learning borne of years
discarding what I thought defines me;
I gambled with my fears.

I shake off thorny outgrowths
I prune emotions rattling deep
I decimate all toxic logic
just holding on what's right to keep

Yet when, for what, they ask me
no answer I can give
my words are absent -- thoughts too, sooner
they fly away and from me leave.

but know this -- pliancy this life asks;
without woe gladly I submit
I'll bend and bounce where wind blows
until my time is writ.

Source: FB/Filipino Poets in Blossoms 
photo by Dancel Leah

25 June 2021

SUNDOWN


By Don Luman-ag 

A furlough from the sizzling heat 
From muscle ache and body sweat 
A timely break from daily grind 
 A sweet respite for nerves and mind 

As mighty sun prepares to set 
Oh what a beauty it bequeaths 
Balm to the skin its mellowed rays  
Red, orange hues the sky they paint 

Comforting, dreamy golden hour 
Invokes contentment, inner calm 
Cold northern winds they gently blow 
The cotton candy clouds aglow 

Replenish strength, time to unwind 
With friends and family, drink and dine 
Hardworking self to satisfy 
Long day's over, chill out and smile

 - ©Don M. Luman-ag 
June 25, 2021 
Pines, Oroquieta City, 
Philippines 
All rights reserved

Photo by Blog Adm
June 18, 2021
SH-Australia 
Railway T1 Line



24 June 2021

ODE by Leah C. Dancel

Photo Concept by Filipino Poets in Bloom Created by Eureka Cambonga Bianzon Robey of

 

22 June 2021

TIME

It's just a MATTER of TIME
Reposted December 8, 2017
Emended Version 🔽
May 19, 2021

Written 8 years ago. I am aware that this poem had been circulating around Facebook with credits taken out by those who posted it. @LCD, Author 

⌛⏰⏳⌛⏰⏳⌛⏰⏳

Time is the nucleus of the sun 
The whole rays surrounding it is called the Sun Dial 
Each ray is the atom of the clock 
The clock contains molecules of a year 
Which envelop the particles of the hour, minutes and seconds. 

Time is made into past, present and future 
Past is what happened before now 
Present is a gift of the moment 
Future is what beholds in the next moment. 

Things in the Past that were done rightly and with gratitude
Brought  good and happy memories. 
Those that were done wrongly have  caused regrets and miseries. 

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow 
Are times that roll over by day, 
by week,  by month and by year. 
TIME encapsulates Life. 

Copyright©Leah C. Dancel
SH-Australia 
June 23, 2021
Filipino Poets in Blossoms 🌸 
Edited and Amended from my  Original Copy of the same title 
TIME
Written in December 7, 2013
SH-Australia 

Photo: Sydney Harbour Bridge
May 19, 2021

Published at FPB

Best Comment 
"Firstly, allow me to mention this quote:
Time is gold.
I love the narration.. Events were clearly and orderly presented. I love the perfect descriptiion of the theme. I love the exposition of ideas... very profound. Archetypes were felt, seen, and heard."
~Rigor M.  Dillo 
July 16, 2021




21 June 2021

ᴛᴡᴏ ʀᴏᴀᴅs

By ᴏʟᴀᴛᴜʙᴏsᴜɴ ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ

An adventure of liberty
A pursuit of freedom
The journey of bravery

Sometimes at a Y-junction you are confused
Two destinies defined
The promising one prolonged, rough and boring
There, conformity is wisdom, enduring is strength

The rival one, fair, fast and friendly
There, a man can cut corners
The custom of that road remains 
You trade what you have for what you need
‘Cos whoever knows his way out
Is the only one who scales the hurdle
And he who brings home cool cash
The same is the pride of the mother

The seed of success is thorny
And stressful to sow
Not everyone can cultivate it
Hence not all can reap its sweet fruits

Disgusting to reap are the fruits of shame
But its numerous reapers are reluctant
Desiring second chance to undo the past
Forgetting that two seasons will always be
To plant the seed, to reap the fruits

And behold, when I look
Many people desire the second road and 
I look again, I see
A few feeble feet pass on the first road
It seems they are tired but they keep going
For truly the road seems far, they will soon get there
Their target is clearer than it was ab initio
And when I consider this; truly I gain a heart of wisdom

Source: FPB/Nigeria

18 June 2021

THE WONDERS OF NATURE

Whenever Nature
        is the subject of discussion
The flowers and the bees
        are the first we mention
Then the birds and butterflies
       in secret hidden valleys
Fields and meadows
        ablaze in vibrant shades
Hills and mountains
        the sun and the rain
The moon and the stars
        the clouds in the skies
All that we’re used to seeing
        in air, water and land
When there are other things
        and places equally wonderful
Awesome and amazing
         every bit as beautiful.

Take a look under the seas
        where another world exists
Colorful fishes glide
        like birds and butterflies
Underwater mountains and hills
        that rival those on the surface
Fields and meadows of seaweeds
        blooming with brilliant corals
Tinged in a myriad of vivid hues
        as the flowers under the sun
The current makes them sway
         as the leaves of trees in the breeze
Skies in cerulean blue
        echoed by the sea’s aqua hue
Its floating silvery foam
        are the clouds’ gliding cotton
Each of them in their own way
        angry tantrums could display
Both of which are frightening
        and yet magnificent!

© Myr Reyes E. Tejada
06-18-21
All rights reserved
Photo from Google