They say everything happens for a reason,
Something I always believed to be true -
Reasons we sometimes cannot fathom,
But reasons just the same.
Everything happens for a reason,
I know this to be true,
But I just can't understand
Why it had to be you.
What plausible reason could there be
For you to be taken away from me?
"It was their time",
Is what everyone says to me,
However, I can't seem to agree.
Not when you had your whole life ahead of you,
Meant to follow your dreams
And make us prouder
Than life itself.
Not when you had so much to teach me,
So much left from you to learn,
For you to be there for the big moments
That you always so much loved to show the world.
You were meant to be glittering this world
With all the shine of your presence,
But instead you;re dancing in Heaven
While I continue to grieve
The gap of your absences.
Attractive lady with long shining hair,
nobody can resist such a charmer;
I bet you turn guys on to have fun,
and when danger comes, you run!
The one that promises the joys of Heaven
and make him walk slowly on rainless clouds
is a true deceiver who counts just to seven,
he's ready to give a handful of fake outs!
No man is prouder to show off his lady,
woe to her when she flirts with sweet eyes;
if nobody can resist a charmer that's sexy:
step outside and feel how my fist hurts.
Sensuous looks make you very desirable,
handsome men are full of vanity and drink wine;
if they make a pass, my rage is inevitable:
I'm aware of each move, don't touch what's mine!
So spin the heavy wheel, don't worry if it stops twice,
and spinning it makes all idiots bet much too hard:
I can lose, or even win some: I grab each winning dime,
risk all to gain more, look out for the clever bastard!
If nobody can resist a charmer with pretty eyes
he might as well challenge me to claim advantage;
winner or loser: blood dripping from cut cheeks
won't keep this guy from the fight and ditch revenge!
I chose her alone and not another
To be my children's MOTHER
She is my friend, wife, and also lover
And she he is my children's MOTHER
I am blessed and could not be prouder
Than the husband of my children's MOTHER
A search the world over would not reveal a better
Mother than my children's MOTHER
A girl silent as a flower
Never could be prouder
Never lost, always loved
Always mistaken, taken for granted
Careless and carefree
At most, clever and yet so anxious
Truthful but never enough
Here and there, never stopping
Yet she stays an unemployed babysitter
The whole of Eastern Samar
Is commemorating its historic
Battle joined by local patriots
Of Balangiga and neighboring towns
On September 28 1901, the only battle won
By fighting Filipinos against the Americans
That we call now the Balangiga Encounter of1901
This heroic act in that part of Samar
Placed the Balangiganons and the Waray townspeople
In the realm of historic significance
All for independence and democracy
The final return of the Balangiga Bells
Brought in a global laurel to this very remote town
That has now stood more prouder yet humble
For the ultimate sacrifice by their forebears
For love of country and people.
You threw me to the wolves
And I came back leading them
You stole my diamond ring and other things
But I had stopped needing them
You tried isolating me in a foreign city
But I attract more friends when I am alone
You locked me out of our bedroom not knowing
Your prison was never my home...
You lifted your hand on me to silence my opinion
It only made my voice as a woman louder
You felt proud for treating me like I was your property
But leaving you made me feel prouder
You tried turning me into your obedient slave
It only made my dominant side show
You made me do all the cooking alone
It made my reputation as hard working grow
You killed my joy by winning every battle
But by leaving you I won the war
You dumped all the housework on me not knowing
Being married to you was my only real chore
(The first stanza of this poem was written in 2016. The second and third stanzas were written in 2024.)
By now my perception,
so naive and derisive
going beyond intention,
should have changed;
blemishes spoil this appearance,
they are worse than any word said
to hurt and humiliate with vengeance:
sling no stones, no threats to shield!
I got through many hurdles,
they posed hard challenges...
and struggling with life I can say,
" I'm prouder than anybody. "
What held me back was constant fear:
how painful was to see all disappear!
I looked up and saw the grayest clouds,
soon it would be raining for eternal, dreary hours;
much sadness they brought with their darkness:
I couldn't find shelter into anybody's arms!
Struggling with life is wrestling with God,
it's the hardest fight ever fought;
nobody wins and we surely resent defeat:
we blame fate and cry out loud...
not appreciating what we have freely received,
and shunning what's good, we embrace deceit!
"The voices howl in the dark frightens even the brave."
Quote by poet
Voices, do you hear them in the pitch dark.
They drum from pressure within moist cold wind.
It's exfoliating and forced whirlwind,
Abstract heated amorous meadowlark.
Autumn leaves move violently battered.
Dancing, blind moving incoherent wave,
Surrendering to errant void then save,
In, under midair wheaten and scattered.
The voices in the wind echo louder.
Rose pedals flow upward like flaming tongues.
Rumbling voices which weave the ladder's rungs
Blow a slight prouder, dalliance power.
richer than wealth prouder than the jewel cost
- true perfection
~
28.02.2023
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Please don’t make a big deal about my birthday she said.
When you get to a certain age, you don’t want recognition.
She was wearing a pointed hat at the time.
I like to be incognito she lied.
Her six bracelets and fourteen rings begged to differ.
She was wearing a navy-blue strapless gown.
At her age it was remarkable, no one her age does this.
Of course, we do not know what age it is.
The necklace around her neck was a signature piece.
Louder and prouder than any necklace I have ever seen.
Her dangling earrings were fashioned from a designer.
Right, her sons said. “No attention tor you, Mom.”
Her daughters-in-law could not wait to get to the garden to discuss her.
He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground
I had wondered why...
Why did this teenage boy,
Build me up this way
No bigger than a toy?
No bigger than his dog
In fact, we saw eye to eye,
I looked around for answers
And still I wondered why?
Then I came face to face
With an answer that was clear,
When the boy in the wheelchair
Slowly came rolling near
With his teenage brother
Lending him a helping hand,
He placed a smile upon my face
A smile so wide and grand
My eyes, two big buttons
From Grandma's sewing kit,
My scarf, one of their Dad's
Was striped and hand knit
From their Mom's kitchen came
My nose, a long gnarled carrot,
My arms, two maple limbs
From the family's tree I did inherit
My heart, warmed by the boy
The boy who could not walk,
His eyes laughed when he saw me
Though he could not even talk
No prouder stood a snowman
That towered, oh so tall,
Than me, the littlest snowman
The proudest one of all.
Before me sight I Halting Dump
And I need to over it jump.
If my zeal be crushed into powder,
You wouldn’t see a face prouder.
Just asking that you retain The Lamp
That makes A Champ of An Agreed Tramp;
A firm will gives one to start chasing
After what Life holds in its casing.
Three years back uploaded not a verse
And the picture now a sweet reverse;
What if I’d lost to The Tightening;
Last air suck in face whitening?
Troublesome corpse after interment,
Quarrelsome Grave of heard rude comment,
The sky causing to be cloudier,
Disorganized systems rowdier…
Poetry Soup: second to just Nobel!
Why should I care if others rebel?
The honorable Charlie Brown’s Christmas show is a stable in my house
As welcome as “not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse”
Linus’s blanket was used to help the tree look prouder that day
I anticipate the personalities of characters as the story line gives way.’
Lucy is as arrogant and bossy as every overbearing cousin I had.
Schroeder’s piano-playing prowess makes the melody seem glad.
Snoopy gives his best performance in this show every single year.
Pig-pen, the dust-magnet has no other phobias to fear.
Franklin, Sally and Linus all have their individual parts to play.
I anticipate their personalities, there is Patty, so merry and gay.
When she calls Charlie Brown Chuck, there is a fondness felt in my heart.
Charlie Brown’s Christmas Show gives the holidays a wonderful start.
Thirty two years ago today
Our family was complete
With the arrival of a baby boy
Overdue, nine pounds, perfect and sweet
The purest love we had ever known
The day our whirlwind child arrived
Little did we know what lay ahead
Yet we all surprisingly survived!
A kind, caring ,affectionate child
With an angelic cherub face
With a spirit so wild and free
Life and its risks he did embrace
Adventuress and fearless
There was nothing he wouldn’t attempt to do
A childhood of stitches, bumps and bruises
Phone calls from schools and a policeman or two
His teenage years were the most daunting
Risks now being taken with alcohol and cars
Licenses lost , vehicles crashed,
Time spent at parties , pubs and bars
Tonight at seven pm he turns thirty two
He is loving ,kind hearted ,settled, happy
Genuine, funny and our lovely son!
No two parents could be prouder than we!
I knew it that you'll keep going
That you wouldn't give up on our dreams
Hi, I'm you, and you are me
The only difference between us right now
Is that I am the dreamer
And you are the fulfiller
We've gone so far
Look at what I put on your thoughts
When you were younger
Now you've reached them all
And our parents are prouder
I am so proud I was the past you
I've heard you've been working a lot
Have a little time for yourself, grown ass woman!
You deserve that treat after all
Remember me when you were 22!
You made millions of mistakes
That parents wouldn't be proud of
Make those mistakes again!!
It's not too bad to be young again
I'm the bad guy, expect me to say that
I'm proud to be you
And I know you will always remember me
Now you're 30
It's just been 8 years!!!!!
Last thing I'll tell you
Keep the feet on the ground, no matter where you are now
Give back to parents
Make them smile
Make them happy
Love your siblings!
They're grown up just like I was!
I love you, future self.
Read this when you're 30 okay?
Promise me not to shed a tear one day!
Kidding aside,
I'll wipe your tears.
You still got me.
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