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Mist feathery drifts
last night’s breath loosening
above basalt slopes of Huatung
Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork
over Fuli’s rice paddies
new green scented with rain.
Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born
among ancestral stones
white willows in Ruisui weep
dew-kissed
cycad fronds catching first sunlight
Leaf pearls gather on my thatched sandals
Walami earth holds stories in its coolness.
Bihe Pond rests hidden in Wanrong’s stillness
waters reflecting the tribe’s quiet prayers
Bamboo leaves in green and gold
crested mynas gather in quiet repose
wind moves with the chime of a temple bell.
Ancestral path wanders into the Central Range
oolong tea clouds drift
above Qilai’s blue ridges
A white egret lifts over Guangfu’s terraces
air clear as poured Longjing.
A bulbul calls
blue magpie glides
the slow unlayering of day
Huatung Calligrapher’s span warm to newborn light
time unspools—
bright
unmeasured.
Light widens
dawn follows Yu Shan’s shadowed valleys
the world in quiet promise
soft light
drifting into morning.
Appalachian Mountains for hiking so awesome
Beauteously inviting while snow-blanketed…
Carpeted with ice, Niagara Falls stop cascading
Delightfully stunning along frozen water display…
Enchanting hot springs in Japan offer healing efficacy
Fascination-sites as macaques soak themselves fabulously…
Grand Canyon midst snowflakes shines radiantly gorgeous
Hoisting hopefulness for trekking, never hampered…
Interesting glaciers in Alaska with roaming moose’ impact
Jubilant indeed, along aurora borealis spectacle, wondrously joyous…
Kindled with serene ambiance is Swiss Alps of gorgeous viewing keys
Lake Geneva offering panoramic scenes likewise…
My birth province, blest by God* with garden terraces’ marvels
Nourishes Winter virtual vacation with gladness along nostalgic nurturing….
*1Peter 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.
January 16, 2022
"Modified Double ABC"
8th place, "Winter Wonders Within Nature" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser; judged on 1/23/2022.
BASKING IN LIGHT
I have no clue
Why you feeling blur
Forget about any overdue
Rather quest for various hues
Outside there's MR. Sunlight
Filling the sky with its bright
Men and women on sight
Wonderful in broad daylight
Come feel the humid hush of breeze
Don't worry it will not make you freeze
Nor will it make you grace
But sure, It will show you daze
Feeding light for the green grasses
Serene views of mountain terraces
Magnificent in God's unending grace
Never tearing us in a haze
By:
olive_eloi
6:13pm
10/08/2013
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Landscapes exposing nature’s grandeur
mountain ranges inspire great trip.
Cordilleras of welcoming marvels
propel refreshing ascent
amidst pure verdant sights.
Those delight me, the Earth’s firmament
while surveying the pine trees steadfastly queueing along hills
offering shade to blossoming lilies
with cabbage roses wondrously radiant…
oh, inviting faith-strengthening treks
driven by faithful stewardship with reaching-out pursuits
toward triumphant spiritual peaks----
Today’s awesome focus points me toward the third heavens*
as I hover above this certain magnificent vista**
designed by the sovereign Creator ---
giant mounds sprawling
cloudy crests and pinnacles ~
engraved terraces
*Hebrews 8:1 …We have such an high priest, who is set on the right hand of the throne of the Majesty in the heavens.
**Kibungan, Benguet Philippines is my Dad's birthplace.
September 17, 2020
2nd place, "Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/20/2020.
Wrap me in dreams, like a canvas of stars draped over my soul,
When the rain weaves its silver silk on windows like a veil of silence,
The cold gathers us like birds under the same sky, caressed by memories,
The sun, a weary painter, lays slanting rays on the terraces of our dreams.
Let dreams carry me through the labyrinth of deep velvet night,
Where shadows hide untold stories in the whispers of the wandering wind,
The wind, a messenger of lost desires, whispers forgotten secrets to me,
Fears and hopes intertwine in a breath like a dance of the stars.
Wrap me in dreams when the night stretches its mysterious velvet cloak,
I, a sailor on the seas of time, seek the lighthouse of your heart in the distance,
The ray of hope hides beyond the horizon like a morning dream,
Cherries ripen like unspoken promises, in your absence, like a vow.
Autumn comes like an old friend, bearing leaves of longing and nostalgia,
The news that our paths will meet again under the starry sky,
Wrap me in dreams, and let me float gently on their luminous wings,
A butterfly of light in the garden of memories, where every flower is a secret.
The deep silence of the night becomes a bridge of stars linking our hearts,
In the labyrinth of eternity, under the sky of an autumn morning, the magic of love,
Is reality, and dreams become paths of light that unite us forever,
Like a secret song of souls meeting in the eternity of shared moments.
Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or Gorgonzola and salami
The people accept him sitting there, because even if Italians drink they are not drunks falling about being aggressive as people from Nordic countries tend to be.
On a tall wall, a placard, partly torn depicting the face of a politician, they said he had been a good man for the locals and looked after his friends and family like an Italian man should.
When the war ended and since he was on the losing side, he fled, they thought he was in Argentina, he was of no interest anymore, better not to talk about him.
This sentiment is quite true, at one point we must look to the future and forgive those, who thought they had
done the best for their country but it turned out they had
failed miserably
Blest to behold Edenic paradise
Marked with grace, perfection never denies
My heart, awe-stricken, keeps on marveling
Wondrous nature wrought by Creator* Wise.
Mountains tower presenting grandeur height
As summits kiss clouds for celestial flight
Firmament lights witness the covenant
To exalt Designer's glorious might.
Flower terraces boast of vibrant blooms
Wafting redolence toward heaven zooms
Roses of Sharon greet waving Dahlias
Lilies of the Valley smite gloom that looms.
Ushered to Mother Earth’s orchard with bliss
My soul basks under fruit tree-canopies
While feasting on sweet orchidarium’s scent
Enthralled by herbal garden I can’t miss.
Cascading waterfalls of crystal gleam
Offer refreshing glow midst hope-filled beam
Reviving faith for serene service zest
To ripple along flowing freedom-stream.
*Isaiah 40:28 Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.
September 13, 2021
Edited on March 10, 2022
1st place, "Garden Inspirations" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 4/20/2022.
Surrounded by tranquil turquoise waters,
Guarded on sides by oceans three,
In the east by the Pacific,
On the south by the Celebes Sea,
And on the west by the south China Sea,
There is an archipelago on the blue water crescent,
A group of islands, called Philippines,
Encircled by a girdle of gleaming silver,
With its shores of stretching sandy swell
That lulls the restless waves to sleep;
A land of green vegetation and terraced terrain!
It houses picturesque and breath-taking views.
Vast beaches of ivory sand sprawl before our eyes
Dolphins leap over seafoam, palm fronds wink
Soft breezes waft and cotton clouds float above.
Anyone will fall in love with these tiny strips of land,
Of rugged hills and meandering rivers
Of placid backwaters and blue skies
Of gibbering monkeys and celestial monarch birds,
Of strutting peacocks, pigeons, pheasants, and parrots.
The powdery white sand of Boracay
The Chocolate Hills of Bohol
The Caraballo Mountain ranges,
And the Cordillera Mountain chain of Luzon,
The Rice Terraces of Philippine Cordilleras
All these give the country a solemn investiture.
Volcanic peaks, standing mighty and tall,
Proudly line the landscape, dotted with dense forests
Where birds sing melodies and Tarsiers with bug eyes
The tiny primates, endemic to the Philippines roam and jump
Amid the slumbering hills, there is fecund soil,
Turned into orchards and plantations,
Its population with perseverance and patience
Work in the soil relentlessly and in unison.
Well known for their hospitality, they receive tourists,
And outsiders with warmth and camaraderie.
In this paradise of mixed fortunes, tragedy comes unforeseen,
In the form of natural calamities like typhoons and cyclones,
But nothing can tear the people apart and they prosper,
With resilience, bent on sustaining their tradition,
Adding value to it each day and proud of an identity of their own
This beautiful land of velvet waves and crystal sands
Lying as a pendant in a crescent of emerald cluster
Rightly deserves the title- the 'Pearl of the Orient'
Some hotels have terraces.
Some hotels do not;
But I'm a guest at one
That's at an in-between those spot.
There clearly is a terrace
That was built outside my room
And every other room as well -
That's what you would assume.
But all the railings were removed,
The sliding doors sealed shut;
'Cause if you stepped outside and fell,
You'd win your lawsuit - but...
I wonder why the rails are gone.
What problem was addressed?
A hurricane, an earthquake
Or a suicidal guest?
The fact is, though, that jutting floor
Is like a little tease
And worst of all, I can't enjoy
The breath of any breeze.
So Mr. Marriott, I think
This place needs a revision.
To be or not to be a terrace -
That is your decision.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…I’m awakened by triumphant morning shows
radiating divine Artist’s pose
supremely perfect nature can’t oppose
along firmament’s celestial glows.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…my soul delights in haven of fellowship that does expose
gracious goodness of God* which I chose
basking under vibrant hope, surmounting woes
while communing with Him, intimately close.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…I see myself midst floral terraces of rose and aloes
enjoying paradise-wellness where liberty goes
yon serenity and bliss can enclose
grateful to the Creator that His omnipotence my faith knows.
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows…
…my spirit clamors for revival, arose
from rest of comforting night’s repose
to exalt the Lord with sincere praise, never verbose
inspired by His jubilant love, sans dark shadows.
*Psalms 34:8 O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
April 29, 2024
1st place, "Line Inspiration" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/4/2024