It starts as a thought,
a troubling notion far out
on the extremes of distance
making room for a lifetime
to occupy the intervening space.
Seasons come and go -
wildflowers ripple colour
across wide open plains
and inland rivers exhaust
into a shimmering heat haze
beneath an outback sun.
Fruits ripen and vines rush
to swell their sweet bounty
before the savagery of frost.
Love blossoms, grows, matures
into a silence, gathering all
that has been spoken
into an offering to transcendence.
Candles are lit in the crevices
of the soul.
It comes finally,
swallowing distance -
a whole lifetime -
and you stand paralysed
within your own sense of being,
powerless in the cross-hairs
of its sure aim.
Another spring
Counting rings
No longer dark
Dog days wait, for their bark
Signaling life has been in bloom
And soon
A beautiful reality will arrive
You do not really die
Glorious sunshine
Photosynthesis dines
Fed well
From nature's magic spell
Can't you tell?
Arbor figure matures
Always sure
About wilderness’ door
No one ignores
Relaxed, whistling tunes
Branches dance and swoon
Turning everything green
Shade is an escape dream
Then things turn
Brown and burn
Chilling breeze sighs
Giving a ride
To the foliage who occupy
Twigs ready to say goodbye
Fall scheduled to begin
Giving the end
A win
Low temperatures chattering bite
Haunting the cool night
Crumbled leafs descend
Crinkling no bend
Completing their beauty rein
Realizing it's just a plants game
Meeting with the rake
Realizing the bag is ready to take
Them to the disposable bin
No need to call a next of kin
Since they will be shred
Rip and dead
Until spring
And another ring
Appears
Exclaiming the tree is here
Giving a reason
To celebrate each season
Letting the seeds
Do their deed
And grow more trees
545.
Learning Child & Adolescent Development
A Prof. Ed. subject – Child & Adolescent Development
It is a study of human enhancement
From our pre-birth sojourn
Until we are born
We develop physically, mentally, holistically
We behold the changes in our personality
Just like our body that grows & matures
Teaching too must be developed as learning endures!
-03/25/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
One cannot reach and grasp them
pluck them from a dark branch of sky
shake the mystical glitters loose to rain
down heavenly treasures of knowledge
perhaps such contents should remain translated
only by the languages of prayers and wishes --
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Guardians of planet secrets --
light years apart by design,
some creation logic to great
distances I imagine
on our very own earth
often alien to neighbors --
fences and walls as those
regions of mysterious, isolated
space --
would be wise -- for science matures --
make note of knocking before we celestially enter
maybe the Gods know best?
Love is like a flower, it is beautiful, like a seed that grows and matures and gives us all a site of beauty.
Love is like a red rose, it gives you the feeling of soft petals flowing in the air, leaving the scent of rose as it moves.
Love is like a bright flower garden, it makes you want to sit and admire, all the colorful flowers.
Love is like the feeling of desire, it gives you motivation like only love can give.
Love is like the feeling of completion; it makes you feel like you won the best prize in the world.
Love has moments that stay with us forever, so love and forgive, and keep moving with love thoughts every day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Wounded by the weeping north wind, with the moon in my hands I'd bandage my longing,
Only now does love begin, a paradox that becomes my flight.
In your absence, I find you again, my beloved vanished from the world,
And the wounds will always sing, welcoming you in silent memory.
The waters of the world have swallowed you, and I, wounded, remain lost in the cold,
Gesturing toward the negative infinity, a love grown in silence.
We resisted, the sun and the moon, in a dance of celestial shadows,
And only now does love begin when I feel you'll forever be missing from me.
Our words, frozen, are foreign tongues that no longer unite,
At the border between yes and no, a silent witness whispers that I love you.
When everything happens naturally, and paradox becomes our law,
Only now does love begin, when you, my love, are the blue star.
In the silence between us, a song is born, an echo of longing and dreams,
I've loved you always, in the night sky, a promised beacon of love.
And in your absence, I find you again, like a light that dispels my shadows,
When I know I've lost you forever, the love within me deeply matures.
prime yellow matures ochre
spongy bananas
mottled flesh skinned, battered, baked
banana karma
dusted with walnuts
raised afresh
crunch
Datura(belladonna perhaps in another form)
Matures the galaxy in jealousy despising love
Releasing jasmines death twisting Aphrodite's heads upon loves rewinding failures
Creation in question
Call from my mouth your kindness
Respond silence
Squander obnoxious craft
Illness requires me
And again
I disappear your vapors
Love is born in our hearts
Our hearts make it grow
It matures within us unconditionally
Unconditionally, it grows among people
People from here and there
There is no limit for true love
True love has no explanation
Explanation makes it grow in us
Develops for someone on a foreign land
Love remains the core of our existence
Existence God put in humans
Humans across the borders
Borders separating people
People break barriers due to love
Love is boundaryless, colorless and ageless
And ageless develops another love in older humans
Humans of wisdom and natural affection
Poem by N. Mugisho
Man's Advocate, Christ, returned to heaven's gates
yet, earth's need for Light remained paramount.
God had planned remedy which illuminates
man's body and soul from within like a fount.
Thus dwells seeds of truth in all those who embrace
God's Spirit, causing man's spirit to be stirred.
Light makes Himself known and His raw truth we taste,
digested daily from the truth in God's Word.
With prayer, conscience matures and converys
nourishment for a new diet of service.
Reproof brings discipline when our spirit strays
feasting with him who vainly tries to swerve us.
Wisdom absorbed into its mind, soul and frame,
our being can bring glory to our Maker;
with thoughts, words, deeds that proclaim His holy name -
three-fold - Creator, Savior and Caretaker.
For its worth in forgiveness and redemption,
our faith is sustained to the endpoint of sight
when we join our Christ at the doors of heaven
hearing, "Well done, you've broadcasted My Light."
I keep asking myself - What is romance?
Why do people make a big deal of it?
I don't find it so special... at first glance;
- Just a strong attraction, you must admit.
But then I understood it's true meaning
- it's not just about doing things they like;
All it took was a little "mind-cleaning"
- it's not physical, or thinking alike.
Romance is more about understanding,
valuing and respecting their beliefs;
It's about commitment, notwithstanding
life's ups and downs, happiness and griefs.
The meaning matures along with our age -
That's why Romance remains such a huge rage.
Pink flamingo had a flaming personality for sure.
The highhanded words he used were always so pure.
He kicked off a shoe and it landed smack into manure.
This made him a little less uppity, but a bit more mature.
In the dance of time, dynamic and free,
Every second, a shift in destiny.
Life's canvas painted with the strokes so bold,
Static changes leave the stories untold.
The Childhood innocence transforms with age,
The Curious minds turn life's vibrant page.
Adult matures with the wisdom in years,
Change, the melody in our mortal spheres.
Omnipresent, like the weather's ballet,
The Nature's script changes on day by day.
Ocean tides alter, in a rhythmic boast,
Life's dynamic changes, we cherish most.
LIFE IS A SONG
Throat cleared and a first breath taken
Life has begun and it’s full of surprises
Soon to sing loudly, but softly at first
A few wrong notes, it’s not the worst
Then keep in tune as the melody rises
From deep within, a voice will awaken
It matures in pitch as the years pass by
From treble to tenor and then baritone
Reflecting life with its twists and turns
But in harmony with others’ concerns
Passionate voice, not a heart of stone
Yet in later years, it takes time to fly
At a certain age, sadly a singing pause
Listening brings back a choral memory
No more solos and a wide vocal range
Remembering a part now feels strange
And a rasping tone sounds like emery
One day, it'll be just residents applause
Somtimes the face mask is just a face mask.
Often the face masks matures
showing the life-roads that a person has chosen,
for good or worse.
Always forgiveness has no mask.
Sometimes beauty hides an ugliness,
more often ugliness hides the beauty.
Mostly, a homily face veils the light of God.
Appearance and perception are a magic trick,
not of any mask
but of those who judge it.
A mask cannot hide the perfection
from those who have taken off
their own masks.
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