the dawn breaks the gloom
the talk comes to animation
the spirit approaches to bloom
while eyes are closed
the mind scribbles notes
to be clothed in costume
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and in a little while
the aurora rushes in the early morn
wooden chair and table on the watch
black and white colors on a batch
become a manuscript
of golden words from a shoestring catch
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the day’s mantle of graphic scenes
drapes down the head of life
the wind in different directions blow
the dust rolls to thicken as virgin snow
enter the sphere of unforeseen emotions
feel the dagger’s wound as it rips the skin of hope
revel in the pleasure of a triumphant win over a failure
let the mind and heart impress your only soul
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image: Free Photo Library
in the dawn of our lives
expecting a bright lovely sunrise
unexpectedly a disturbance of day
comes to darken the way
harsh wind blows so hard
and clouds fly so dark
lightning begins to spark
and strike a burning mark
water of the sky heavily pours
and sips inside closed doors
rises and tries to ready itself
and floods the way with cries
tears of hate and pains of hurt
bloodied wounds and stains of dirt
all will be talking inside your heart
when a survival is going to start
wishing the sun would not set
and turn the dark to day
lives have their twists and turns
the fire has some waste to burn…
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this is mine
nobody owns it but me
it’s my Life…
Mangroves at Villa Igang, Nueva Valencia, Guimaras
Philippines
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Ma-au, Negros Occidental
Philippines
a glimpse of you
unearthing me
when the whisper
came to be
in the loosened air
encompassing the calls
of agitated silence…
the name that flew
in the wide atmosphere
brought a happy lullaby
in the hearts and ears
of the lives that listened
to its muted echoes
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it was our hearts
that roared out
the sounds of love
and not our whispers
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the tones were high
only to be caught
at their lowest ebb
the sea’s feeble waves
forcefully beat
the sands of the silent shore…
an ignition of war
of reassuring minds
so soothing to be heard
brought back henceforth
memories of painful past
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Image credit: Pilar Allen
now you’re singing
the song of love
your heart’s beating
you are certain of
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how great it is
feeling the happiness
braving the storm
despising emptiness
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sadness turns to laughter
cold mornings become warm
questions need no answers
loving heart takes any norm
Pink Flower
Eden Nature Park, Davao City
Philippines
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image credit: writewithkelly.files.wordpress.com
hiding behind words
writing lethal poison
injecting venomous lines
into the veins of honest innocent stanzas
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suspicion dictated
the heart was wounded
cut and disfigured
after harmless letters reached a guilty one
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it was just for fun
written only to rhyme
but the sense was there
to be judged by time
Flower of Banaue, Ifugao
Philippines
it’s my kingdom
the border has been identified
but the defined mark has been
encroached
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it is mine
the front part of my home
it is my driveway
i want to draw a line
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i was angered
by my neighbor’s idiotic act
parking his second-hand car
at my gate’s mouth, i wanted war
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so i put a sign
“Don’t block the driveway
This is the fault line
If you park here, it’s not fine”
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Lake Sebu Town, South Cotabato
Philippines
no matter how much we try
hiding the feeling of resentment
suspicious of being dethroned
fearful to be left behind
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those who love are often jealous
watchful in the protection
possessive of a heart
we love
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our emotions show
both our actions and reactions
efforts that we exert
the truthfulness of Love
intolerant of unfaithfulness
as we walk the path that we trod
we come to know the Lord
is a jealous God
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the ball in your hands
time for you to throw it back
well-timed action fits
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image credit: free ball image / iconseeker.com
image credit: GINGER
she laughs when i cry
never she wipes away my tears
she cries when i giggle
never she yells some cheers
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why is she like this
always reacts the opposite
sometimes i suspect her as a fool
who doesn’t know the golden rule
.
whoever is this woman
who strayed away from the caravan
to others she’s the coolest insane
it doesn’t matter, i love her just the same
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image credit : Patrizia Tilly – Fotolia.com
peeping through obscurity
when the youthfulness of day advances
and the worldly noise slowly subsides
you become a sweet colored reverie
floating inside my consciousness
framing my extra-ordinary cosmos dream
.
dusting the tinsel dust away
and clear the fancy stars at bay
glittering colors of blue and gray
keep staring at me through halfway
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Image credit: Sylvain Claire Photography (sunrise)
as i close my eyes
i leave the worries of the day
the fears of the night
and the confusions of dawn
solutions are there to find
where the sun’s light
has no obstructions on its way
and the perfect picture can be drawn
sometimes the night in reverse
becomes the lighted day
it is in the dark
one can find the needle under the hay
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This flower has withered gracefully through the winter season in Japan. The harshness of the cold temperature has made this thing of beauty lost its grand color but grace is visible on how it has shrunk with time.
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The bicycle, or bike, is the most popular means of transportation in the world. This two-wheeled, human-powered and pedal-driven machine has provided effects on society’s culture and some methods in industrial manufacturing. In Japan, bikes are widely used by young and old of all genders and social status. They are best suited for running errands and making short trips in the city and rural areas. *Japanese bike riders are treated the same way as vehicles under Japanese Road Traffic Laws.
Most bikes are equipped with a basket and rack and an extra seat if you’re driving with a child.
In Osaka City, bikes are very common even in crowded city streets. When offices take their closing hours, bikes crowd the sidewalks and together with the human traffic they cross the streets with the pedestrians. Some buildings are provided with bicycle parking spaces. During office hours, sidewalks seem to be a lonely place to walk on.
Japan is a safe city and I really like to return for the snowfall and the cherry blossoms.
*some info from wiki*
Photo credit: Blurred Vision
even eyes burned up its use
images unseen but still heard
the sight of you still refuse
changing figures aren’t blurred
absence doesn’t make me blind
but it helps me clearly see
your heart and mine do bind
as one of you and me
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at this stretch of the moment
at this juncture of uncertainty
the reasons are there to see
why these scenes are meant to be
the separation of souls from the bodies
where bullets owed their breaths
unclear how reasons do the copies
multiplying the smell of wreaths
public judgment are circulating
motives are bound to lie
some loss of lives are worth debating
that left others to die …
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My fond memories of these places keep me long for home. I have moments of sentimental yearning for the happiness these places gave me and I’m always trap in nostalgia looking at these. Reminiscing the joy of being in these places in the past wraps my whole being. For nostalgia’s sake, my return to Guimaras Island, Philippines is a treasured moment that I will always appreciate.
It is something that we buy to help us remember an event, a trip, or a vacation that we bring home from places we’ve been. They are our Souvenirs.
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it’s your name that rings
to smile through the day
all the laughter that it brings
take my pains away
yes, it’s Patricia
it’s your name…
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’twas calling me
every night and
in the wee hours
of the morning
as i laid down
on my bed
’twas accosting me
to close my eyes
and along the way
a sob was heard
tears dropped
like it rained
time was inviting
me To Dream
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you’re my angel
jewel of my eyes
hater of the burning hell
a cynic of lies
in white robes with wings
representation of a being
a guardian spirit
sight all seeing
performing a mission
acts sent by God
keeping safe from harm
in a protective watch
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sometimes i fail to understand
grasp the question why
mind entangled and crammed
forced to present a sigh
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Batad Rice Terraces, Banaue, Ifugao
Philippines
back and fort
the swing moves
on a hot summer day
it dances ballet
no children
nor teens to see
activities have gone
space is on vacancy
wondering
how could it be
swinging all alone
it’s not even windy
Beach flags of Santiago White Beach in Camotes Island, Cebu adorn the wide beach front to attract more visitors. Coming to this island by sea could be easy if these flags are standing by the beach front for the visitors to easily pinpoint the beach’s direction.
she smiled at me
on a lonely summer day
our eyes met somewhere
felt the joy in the air
but there’s no company
that she asked of me
but the feeling has remained
in my thoughts she was chained
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from the box of The Hut Owner, I’m reblogging this poem which depicts his teen years …Please read the ORIGINAL POST…
This was supposed to be my Day 01 but I needed more time to finish it so, I made this as my last prompt instead.
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Inspired by Micaiah brought this into being
galvanized emotion dared writing to be conceived
the days rewound and moved into grinding
back where it started none will be deceived
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The memories when i was young and green
recapturing the thoughts when I was a teen
gone were the days parents have to discipline
correcting my actions most were all routines
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Mistakes were almost filling to the brim
all that overflowed they have to skim
young was I, my wants met resistance
scolded was all i got as their response
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Coming home late were always their worry
nightly events out with friends and buddies
drinking became my frequent nightly glory
friends and neighbors, nights of social sortie
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Curiousity
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Children’s playground at SM Coastal, Cebu
Still untouched by the development and growth of tourism in the country, this island is gaining the attention of domestic tourists as one of the alluring, unassuming and charming beaches in the Visayas region. A few minutes boat ride from Esperanza, Camotes Island, the white sand beach sparkles from afar. Glance at the photos and see in the cards its future as a major attraction in the region.
Carved out of the Ifugao hillsides in the Philippines, these rice terraces stretch like steps to the heavens which change colors during rainy and dry seasons. Some parts of these paddies are already facing erosion like the one in the picture. The center part is eroded by too much water brought about by rains. The mud walls of the terraces gave way to landslides. Considered as the Eight Wonder of the world, these terraces were built by the Ifugao tribes 2000 – 3000 years ago and still in use by the modern populace of the region.
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Bakhaw Beach, Camotes island, Cebu
listen to the rain
as it pours from the sky
the soil has to gain
the clouds bid goodbye
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photo credit: dreamstime.com
the tiger made a sound
when a mouse passed by
he trembled and made a bow
when the cat said, meow, meow
the kitten offered his paw
but the tiger raised his brow
do you want me as a friend, asked the cat
tiger, get the iron bar and kill the rat
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love found another
not as intense as the other
it blossomed into one
but friendship shone
’till love was gone
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everyday i see him with the same clothes
wearing the same intensity of smile
with hair not growing any length
he is not moving
stocked in a laminated cardboard
hanged on the left
side of the chest
he’s not breathing
…thanks
the identification card of mine
my ID is still alive and strong…
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cast
some doubts of tomorrow
ask
questions of uncertainties
bothered
of what it could import
be still
to carry out your fear
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I’ll fly you to the moon
to the endless space
of happiness and joy
I’ll fly your slumberous soul
and awaken you from the journey
of your repose
Taste the sweetness of my kisses
and surrender to the flowing juices of love
emanating from my heart to the cave of dignity
Press your head against the pillow
and arch your back against the newly shaved air
Feel the bulge as you open the fly of my soul
where love exits ready to reap your embraces
Close your eyes,
feel the heat of my toxic tongue as it burns your skin
and leave a heart-shaped scar
Blend the youthful corrupted liquids of our innocence
as it travels from mouth to mouth
As this moment of celestial concoction
nears the tip of the spire
Let me fly you back to reality as I whisper in your ear
I Love You, dear!
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I sat with my distressed memories
wandered in many unexpected places
in every battered nook that i stop
is a bitter sphere reliving the past
dainty spot where love has dawned
painted journals swirled and thawed
they rushed and flew out of my mind
in my heart they anchored those mem’ries behind
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love to read this again…
as i open a sea of thoughts
rushes of curling waves kiss the sands
gather no moss nor leave traces of gloss
a heap of dune boils my commands
.
erasures define as they swing to and fro
’til the wrinkled phase is ironed and correctly done
then it is set ready, aimed like an arrow and bow
shot into the target awaiting fate to be grand
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bottleofrhum 