Thursday, October 10, 2019

Daily Hope

Day starts at four dawn
With closed eyes to the Great One
Tranquility reigns

My heart in whispers
Gratitude is my first breath
For life I behold

Mindfulness I seek
No matter what the day brings
Be kind, true and strong

I can never tell
In a quandary I am
Will this be my last?

Poets United Midweek Motif - Everyday Living

Friday, May 17, 2019

the last picnic...

the family’s picnic on Easter weekend
painted the ocean blue
the sand, smoothly grayish and ashen
food, fun, laughter, we all had
stories were told
hopefully joyful to cover the strains

but life is uncertain
in one snap, everything breaks
and falls apart
even hearts mourned and wailed

will there be another reason to picnic?

Tuesday, October 27, 2015



                                      photo: Daniel Murtagh

a dreadful cold night
scarred body and spirit
ruthless souls ripped me

i can hear my mom
in the stillness, heaven cries
her shattered heart weeps

Monday, October 19, 2015


No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock

turmoil in my heart
enslaves my hand to depict
mystery in black

Monday, October 27, 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014

"Teodora"...My Mother

She is the SUN that rises in the east
radiantly streaming her rays through the trees.

She is the JEWEL in our palace
whose price is far above rubies.

She is the gentle BREEZE
that touches my skin in the morning.

She is the budding FLOWER
bursting with the scent of spring.

She is the ROSE CANARY outside
that sings the sweetest song ever.

She is the cool refreshing WATER
running down from the mountain.

And she is the HEART that never stops beating
to live in order to love and give life.

She is "TEODORA"….
my beloved MOTHER.

Goodbye in peace now with Our Creator. Till we meet again...
Thank you for loving me and giving me life...I love you...

Note: This was my tribute to my Mom when she died last January 14, 2014, posted on my facebook wall on January 21, 2014.

Monday, October 13, 2014


 Self-portrait, Vivian Maier

My heart bares all
Every beat on a gentle pace
Nothing is left to read.

Do you see myself?

Can you feel me?
I bet you don't
Because you treat me as trash

Don't look at me with your eyes
Only with your heart
Then and only then
You will see
That I am 

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