Parang kailan lang,
ako'y takot pumasok sa paaralan.
Ewan ko, 'di ko maintindihan
kung bakit ganito
ang aking nararamdaman.
Sa kay habang panahon
na iginugol ko sa paaralan,
ako'y nasa ika-labindalawa na nabaitang.
Oo, minsan ako'y napapagod na rin,
pero ako'y magtitiis pa rin.
Ilang buwan na lang,
ako'y magtatapos na sa sekondarya.
Ang daming memorya
ang bumabalik sa akin.
Nagkaroon ng maraming kaibigan
na hindi ko talaga malilimutan.
Dahil sa paaralan,
mas nakilala ko ang aking katauhan.
Malungkot mang isipin,
ito ay isa sa mga susi na magdadala sa akin
sa buhay na aking nais marating.
Some say, 'There is no such thing
as coincidence,'
but I beg to differ,
for it has been my experience,
several I know have been seen,
and need no persuasion,
at the same place and time as me,
randomly, on more than one occasion.
Tossing a coin,
or rolling the dice,
the results may/may not
be identical twice.
Call it what you will; 'fate',
'serendipity' or 'happenstance',
but, whomsoever wrote the script,
is of the most significance.
The experience came fast
As streams flooded my soul
I had thought of an encounter coming
But slowly slowly it walked away from my worldview
Time is such a tiny vehicle
Driving life away from plan
I least expected streams to vomit water like a sinking body
The experience came prepared
Forming river links in my soul
Even in my dream
Rivers keep running after me
I could see ornaments coming along too
I lost fishes to the running splash
Fishes i had feed with the sand of life
Life is so vegetative in the pond
And fishes are interspersed among grasses
The experience came wild
Along with rain to share a particular relationship with time
Today
A beautiful sun is set above us
Giving us a flourishing light
As cassava stems
Stand looking gracious
I believe the last face of the sky
Gives hope in abundance
Today is faithful with us
And it's close to the end of everything
I am the mountain
sitting with silent stillness —
time is no concern
I found a picture of you
From years ago
Sitting in my desk in a drawer.
I looked into the photo’s eyes
So young and innocent
So eager and bright.
Those eyes carried no burden
From paying monthly bills
When the money ran out.
Those eyes showed no pain
From burying your father last spring.
But those eyes also carried no excitement
And anxiety of caring
For our young children,
The burden of bandaging their knees,
Holding them when they cried,
And the pride of teaching
Them to read.
Your eyes in the photo
Were neither filled
With the joy
Of holding our newborn
Granddaughter.
Another little person to love,
Another reason to serve our son
And daughter-in-law.
Your real eyes shine with
Radiance, a completeness
Only formed from years
Of overcoming the ups and downs of life.
Experience and shared wisdom
Look great in your eyes.
First published in Big Question Literary Arts Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved
My experience learning to drive was possibly lack of confidence. As iI went to a driving school; three months, not every day. Nor with friends or companion. I never knew if I would be a good or bad driver. My instructor,
only pointed to the things I didn't know. One of which was the parking brake.
That is crucial to know in driving. My guess is that I either needed more time
behind the wheel; daily or time to get over my fear. Too late! At any rate, I can't now, I'm 82, and time to get off the road.
I don't think I was given the ability of alertness. One needs to have that. I can't ride a bike or skate either. However, I am very creative.I can paint or draw by coloing. Write books and poetry; assemble greeting cards. This takes particular attention to the brain. So, although I can't do mobile object things, I can do something, that brings people closer together.
The fuzzy shadow
is never far away
from where I started
Everything feels familiar
at forty
The almost ripe tomatoes
are always more patient than me
From my uprooted feet,
I have become a stranger
The same crushed can
greets me on my morning run
when I wish I could see
something I want to see
I inconsequence am improving by an inerrant
hieratical intramural
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026) no 3
As trails of thought unwind
In the labyrinth of my mind,
Twisting, turning, weaving, dreaming,
My poetries start evolving.
The trails amble like a river in my mind,
Creating new paths – not leaving the old behind.
Each trail traces a story of old,
Leading to a poem – new and bold.
Steering through memories of joy and fear,
Some trails are familiar and very clear,
Others are unchartered, winding and free,
The outcome of the poem till the end, I cannot see!
Thus, in the trails meandering in my mind,
Beautiful treasures and wonders I finally find!
- Crystaldj
Copyright ©2022 by Crystal David John
Thinking,
Feeling,
Moving,
Breathing fast and slow.
Questioning,
Releasing,
Learning,
"Where will my life go?"
Extending,
Contracting,
Radiating,
Sometimes shrinking when need be.
Remembering,
Experiencing,
Calling,
Who you were always meant to meet.
Shining,
Climbing,
Sinking,
Bouncing off the bottom floor.
Enjoying,
Embracing,
Attempting,
Brave is the one who questions what it's all for.
ACCESSIBLE EXPERIENCE-:-
rationality
intuition
cognitive
active
awareness
in LAYERS OF MEANING
symbolize
apparent
abstract
expanding
energy
adding REALMS OF FEELING
action
happenings
succinctly
I Asked An Idea:
"Squirrel, What's
Righteous Indignity?"
[He/She/It] Had No Idea.
It Has No Imagination.
Imagine Anything!
Complete On
Your Own Time.
No Answer.
Don't Say It.
-Gray Squirrel
06-10-2026
Sometimes I feel a loosening,
not a rise or fall
but a sideways slip
into the body’s secret dream~
the one it keeps folded
behind the pulse.
Inside, everything is surreal.
The ribs bloom like pale petals,
opening and closing
with a slow botanical breath.
Capillaries curl like red vines,
twining around thoughts
I haven’t had yet.
I wander deeper,
past the soft machinery
of muscle and memory,
where neurons spark
like tiny bioluminescent fish
darting through a midnight reef.
The heart meanders by~
not beating, but floating,
a warm, wandering lantern
in search of its own echo.
I follow its glow
into a chamber~
where cells gather like pilgrims,
trading stories in chemical syllables
I almost understand.
Here, my body feels ancient~
a living archive
of every dream, wound, wonder
I’ve ever carried.
And as I move through it,
I realize I’m not leaving myself
but meeting myself
in places I never knew existed.
An inner-body experience~
not escape,
but entry
into the surreal biology
that has held me
all these years.
In the depth of my soul,
Lies nothingness next to my existence.
In a box lacking pure experience
Only one question is anchored in me,
“Is it mine purely, or just a monograph?”
A question with confusing philosophy.
Behind this social “instrument”,
Lies a resistant mind
Full of dreams and visions,
Not expressed due to fixed missions.
I say experience lies in uncertainty,
But told to trust the tangible
The “truth”punished for if questioned.
Truthfully, another question haunts me,
“Do I surrender, or do i explore the mystery?”
At this stage of life,a lot I have learned
From the experiences,that I have gained
Believe in yourself, believe in God
He is the Savior, he is the Lord
Never be impatient, never lose hope
There is always a way for opportunities and scope
Hardwork and strong determination
Will help you achieve your passion
Have patience, never grumble
A lot of courage, you need to assemble
A slow and steady ,is never a failure
Success comes to one,who is a true believer
Wait for your turn, play your part
You will rise,in the sky,you will dart
The feeling after success is so great
The happiness is priceless, no one can rate
Be always there to support and encourage
Quit the path,leading to outrage...
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