Celebrating the sun
being in the same position amongst the stars
as it was when you were born
is an insane tradition
But like magic
Humans get to make things meaningful
by imbuing meaning into things
And as you
mean a lot to me
I celebrate
the sun's return to Virgo,
the fair maiden,
for my
fair maiden
857.
Sorry, Liberal
(1) Ako ay tutula nang maikling-maikli
Para sa 78th Birthday ng Liberal Party
(2) Isang tula ng pag-sorry
Para sa lahat ng nasa Liberal party
(3) Sana tayo ay magbati na
Dahil ang isa't isa'y ating kinontra
(4) Kinontra ko kayo
Kinontra niyo ako
(5) At dahil ako ang pasimuno
Ako rin ang tatapos dito
(6) Sa ating kaytagal nang hidwaan
Na parang wala na yatang katapusan
(7) Kaya bilang tugon sa panawagang pagkakaisa
Ng UniTeam o BBM-Sara na dakila
(8) Hayaan niyo po ako na makipagkasundo
Proverbs 16:8 ay iiwan ko sa inyo.
-01/19/2024
(Dumarao… my gift for the
78th Birthday of Liberal Party
of the Philippines)
856.
Salamat, Liberal
(1) Ako ay tutula nang maikling-maikli
Para sa 78th Birthday ng Liberal Party
(2) Isang tula ng pasasalamat
Para sa inyong lahat
(3) Salamat dahil noong si PNoy ang Pangulo
Ako ay ginawa niyong isang guro
(4) Sa Capiz State University
Kung saan 2010-2016 ako nanatili
(5) Salamat dahil may papel akong ginampanan
Dito sa Dumarao na aming bayan
(6) Kahit kayong mga Liberal ay aking kinontra
Ako'y binuhay at tinulungan pa
(7) Kaya bilang munting ganti sa inyong kabutihan
Proverbs 16:17 sa inyo ay aking iiwan.
-01/19/2024
(Dumarao… my gift for the
78th Birthday of Liberal Party
of the Philippines)
A birthday is to savor
celebrations never lose their flavor
It’s a milestone, not a millstone
queen or king, please ascend your throne
all these candles tell me to die,
but one is my wish to live
September is blessed with one of the best.
You'd remember him if you ever happened to meet;
Aaron is the name of that fine, dandy dude.
I'm building a tower of mirth with my virtuous dude.
We set each brick together - hand in hand always works best.
Today is his birthday, so for a fete, we should meet.
At a park, by a beach, or on a casual street is where we may meet.
Must it be a costly, boastful retreat when frugal is ten times best?
Simple but mellifluous harmonies created by a Pisces with her Virgo dude.
September's best, blessed to meet, and he's my dude, wholeheartedly!
I miss my girl; I miss my wife
on this, the best day of her life,
with no more pain and no more strife
dancing at the feet of her Lord.
I am told “Take time to grieve”.
I know it’s there; I’m not naive.
But when you believe what I believe,
that just seems untoward.
Shall I play a dirge and mope?
Am I in denial? Nope!
Just dance with her in joy and hope;
receive the gift you can’t afford.
*** BLESSED at 40 ***
Forty years of living
and I am still loving it.
Thank you Father God,
You have blessed my life.
As I walked to whereever,
pedal a cycle, drive a car
ride a small boat or a big ship,
fly with a plane,
tango with the times,
surf with the waves
of joys and tears,
conquer every struggle.
Battle each fear,
pray for every wish,
I never stop dreaming
I on becoming each year...
©Olive Eloisa Fraser
Written: August 13,2026
The day I arrived
in my own good time
(not at all shy)
neither early nor late
13th July
I remember it well
t'was a memorable date
as a present from my parents
(their pride and joy a baby boy)
a Wednesday I recall
some time in the morn
the best day of my life after all
for it was the one
on which I was born
I brought a lone red rose for you today.
I thought not to bring a glass and water.
We do not have much time here anyway.
I guessed it would be wise not to bother.
You would not want to pack a dozen more.
It would be a waste to leave them behind.
A bundle is often is hard to adore.
A rose by herself will forever shine.
I set the rose on the empty table
To lay alone with a simple grace.
It is the only way I am capable
Of giving your heart the proper embrace.
I brought a rose to celebrate your birthday.
As the years pass, I come to love you so.
The rose is a gift in my humblest way,
To return the love you have always shown.
To Dear Simar on her birthday
Adorable, charming,
sweet mesmerising smile,
Familiar grace,
twinkle in dreamy eyes;
Essence of wisdom,
unfolding humour,
You subtly touched
our longing heart;
Our son’s cherished soul,
You became our daughter
from the very start.
Watching you together
brings us joy,
For in your happiness
our hearts abide.
O’ dear Simar…
Treasure our love
endless unseen, crystal pure,
Feel in inner sanctum,
realm of myriad realisms;
Soft as mist of rain,
tranquil as moonshine,
Heavens will fall
as you requite.
On this special day,
beneath the birthday skies,
May the eloquent elixir
flow deep to marrow,
Abundance embrace
through dusk and dawn,
Wherever life may take
you both to roam,
May love and laughter
always lead you home.
We raise a toast
to this beautiful day,
To the lovely soul
who lights our way;
May your every dream
each wish come true,
How blessed we are
that life brought us you.
September 1, 2026
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ unwilling step ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Shuddering to the mirror.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
This morning she is thirty.
Shining ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ star,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ twilight shining,
Haunted ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly ¦¦¦¦¦ silver girl,
Draw ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ toward you;
Time ¦¦¦ makes the years to whirl
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ he adored you.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ timelessness for you;
Calendars ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
¦¦¦ Night will not see thirty again,
¦¦¦ soft ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda;
Pick up your glass ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
How old is Spring, Miranda?
(Blackout of A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash)
I am strong,
I am in control,
Today is my day —
I wrote this on the 10th of May.
On the 26th, I waited.
Two days before nineteen,
I did not want gifts,
Only love, only care, only effort.
A long wish at 12.
On the 28th, it was my birthday.
The clock struck 12, he did not.
At 6:30, a formal happy birthday arrived,
And it hurt me a lot that day.
I wrote my faults that night:
Overthinking,
Overloving,
Over-expecting.
But today I know,
Loving too much was never a fault.
Waiting for love at midnight was never too much.
My only fault was calling my love a fault.
Trapped in a cage wrapped in a rage.
Nearing to an age, bleeding page.
Forever in an age, vomit all over.
No ruffle saved a rotting brain.
Trying
to retrieve
the things
you threw off
the boat
before they
sink
and with them
my legacy
They drift
in the
saturation
of what never
should have
been said
and never
should have
been thought
I
fall into
the dark
water
where our
past
spawns in anger
treading
in desperation
Hoping
for a
last reprieve
still floating
on the
surface
of what
never really was
— and never will be again
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
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