Scarred

 

i am a seashell

one among many

i have cuts in my shell

wounds in my skin 

because

i was tossed

to and fro

by the waves

and the winds

of life's oceans

calloused by 

the rough sands

i am complicated

mysterious 

yet

fascinating
inevitable change
comes
but the marks
remain

my uniqueness

stands out

i am

aesthetically
scarred

Note: A repost from my 2012 posts. This is how I see myself now.

Pain

 

Indescribable,

my lifeless heart’s agony

buried deep in pain

 

Unspeakable wrath

of your sharp-edged tongue

stabbed me to death.

 

Hatred overwhelmed

your jealous narcissistic

self and scattered plumes.

 

My soul’s rain of tears

drowned myself. I have lost you.

I only have me.

    

Written for: Poets and Storytellers United

Writers' Pantry #59: Love and Loss

Living a Smile

talk less and smile more

it will make your mind at work

heal you from the hurts

to die is easy

but you have to live harder

make time for yourself

talk less and smile more

from within, it's a call to

live beautifully

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #59: Talk less. Smile more.

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

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?

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/05/poets-united-midweek-motif-picnics.html

Nightmare

                                          

                                      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

mystery

No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock

turmoil in my heart

enslaves my hand to depict

mystery in black

Cold Morning

socks fit snugly mom

with toast and hot chocolate

your hug completes me

"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 Mommy..rest 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.

Mirror

 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 

Venus.

My Birthday Prayer

         Almighty God and Father, I love you and  I give you all the glory and praise forever and ever!  

        Gracious God, source of all goodness, thank you for the gift of life and for Your loving presence in my life for the past fifty-four years.  You have blessed me with another year to live which I am ever so grateful. By your grace, may I be able to continue to grow in your love and to serve You more each day.

       Thank you for Mommy and Daddy, whom You have already called to Your kingdom. This is my first birthday without them Lord. You know how much I really miss them. As I close my eyes, I can see and hear them singing happy birthday to me. They will forever be the pillars of my faith and strength for they have passed on to me the gift of faith that you have blessed them with.

      Thank you for all the blessings, as well as the trials of the past year, most especially, the loss of my Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Cesar, Lola Nieves and Ate Emma.  I will never understand why these deaths had to happen in a span of seven months.  But truly, my Lord, Your ways and thoughts are higher than mine. You allow things to happen for a reason and for the good of everyone.  All of these experiences did not only make me stronger in faith.  It made me hunger more for You and do what is pleasing to You.

       Thank you for my loved ones and for all the people around me whom You have sent as Your instruments to love, teach, guide, strengthen and humble me. They have made my life beautiful. I am what I am now because of them.

      For the times that I failed you, my Lord, please forgive me.  Lead me always to the path of righteousness and never allow anything to come between us.

      I do not know what lies ahead of me now, Lord.  What I know and believe is Your promise to me in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you…plans to prosper you and not to harm you..plans to give you hope and a future.”

      And so dear God, as I go through this year, my prayer is for me to be free from health concerns and financial worries, to always see and love you in every person I meet every day, to rise above my human nature in moments of weakness,  and to never cease to do better each day…all for Your honor and glory.  All of these I pray, in the sweetest name of Your Son, Jesus Christ.  Amen.

Mayari

  The moon god's light is all over the village.

I have to be up and about

in this wee hour of the morning

 to lovingly caress my strands

and lavish my skin

with sweet coconut oil.

The tall Caucasian man visited our tribe 

on the fourth day of this week.

 He said he will be back today

to teach me how to read this thing he calls book.

Oh gee! I love to touch his curly brown locks

and stare at his blue eyes.

Something in the way he gazes at my body

sends a tingly sensation inside of me.

Oh yes, he smells extremely masculine!

Unlike the men around here 

whose breath reek of tobacco 

and wild boar's stench.

Today, I will tell him who I am.

 My Ina named me after the goddess of the moon

whose beauty illumines the entire kingdom of 

Diwatas.

I am 

Mayari.

Image Credit: Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth

Secret Love

I have loved you

 from the moment you called my name.

Thinking out loud 

that it was meant for me.

Pain stifled my sobs,

echoed  through the abyss of my soul

wanting to reach and touch you

wake you up from slumber.

What will become of my tears?

Until when

 will your heart be deaf?

 So engraved in my bones

where no one will ever see.

This I have to hde

until the sun will set on me.

Soar High

 

    spinning movements

 in space and time

trapped  in a cyclone

two forces

in a tug-of-war

 down under

 gravity pulls me

to drink myself

in oblivion

soul drenched in pleasures

calloused wings dropped me down

up above

 the harp plays

cherubs chant

 hymns of hope

the Supreme's love

 raises me up

from the heavens

a glimmer of light 

 beckons

soar high

 never give up

never fly down

Posted for: Mag 136

Image credit:    Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle

Creation

words and soul mingle

a lazy walk in the park

creates this haiku

Posted for The September Heights, Day 14 Revelation

Revelation

shades of black and white

if i bare my true color,

will you love me still?

***

 

smile that you behold

hides scars of a wounded heart

pity i detest

 Posted for The September Heights, Day 14 Revelation

Image from My Album

Symphony

 gentle hymn of waves

plays on for sunset hues

 nature's symphony

 Posted for The September Heights, Day 12,Symphony

Divine

dense green foliage sways

as wind hums its lullaby

to Divine Presence

Posted for The September Heights, Day 11, Divine.

Image Credit: Google 

Cappuccino

 

from nightcap's hangover

her luscious lips 

meet his

sweetens cappuccino

  teasing touch 

electrifies

hidden passion explodes

breakfast at the nook

Posted for Mag 134
Image Credit: Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger

In Limbo

 

             Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch                                   

weary souls await 

eternal rest in comfort

moonlight's luminosity

reflects hope 

floodgates of heaven

an entrance 

to everlasting feast

they are drifters
for now

in limbo

Posted for The Mag: 133

The Presence

 

leaning against the window

the lady in white flowing gown 

tilts her head

flashes a saccharine smile

beckons me over 

with a wave of her hand

sunlight seeps through her

the clock ticks to warn

my bones chill 

the floating presence recedes

with my naked eyes

i see her

a spirit