Posted in original, self / self esteem

Hidden

I’m not seen or heard or noticed

I’m there yet no one knows

I am hidden, in plain sight, in clear view

Yet nobody knows

I cry but no one comforts ; I laugh but no one cares

I sing but no one applauds

I drown in misery and enjoy living

Yet nobody knows

My time is spent, my hours gone

My talents wasted and my hopes crushed

I triumph over obstacles that others don’t see

Yet still my struggles are hidden from view

And still nobody knows

 

All gone, all lost

All better and all fine

Yet still……..still

Nobody knows

Posted in favorites

I know why the caged bird sings

A free bird leaps on the back

Of the wind and floats downstream

Till the current ends and dips his wing

In the orange suns rays

And dares to claim the sky.

 

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage

Can seldom see through his bars of rage

His wings are clipped and his feet are tied

So he opens his throat to sing.

 

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage

Can seldom see through his bars of rage

His wings are clipped and his feet are tied

So he opens his throat to sing.

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze

And the trade winds soft through

The sighing trees

And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright

Lawn and he names the sky his own.

 

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams

His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

His wings are clipped and his feet are tied

So he opens his throat to sing.

 

The caged bird sings with

A fearful trill of things unknown

But longed for still and his

Tune is heard on the distant hill

For the caged bird sings of freedom.

 

-Maya Angelou

Posted in love, original

Falling

I fell…I fell

Oh! How I fell

The bottomless pit of falling

For him, and him alone

I fumbled and I stumbled and I lost my footing

His presence engulfs me

Drowns me, to a feeling that makes me light-headed

Oh, don’t be offended…..for it’s a good thing

 

I wait….I wait

For so long I have waited

For him to see, for him to know

Yet the shadow still covers me from telling the truth

To let him know

I struggle with this never-ending battle

Of me, myself and I

 

He knew

He knows! Oh! I’m sure of it

My eyes gave me away and he always knew

I grew weary and tired of this confusing dance

Although it was clear that I alone felt it

But he was too kind to say it

 

Yet I still fall and fumble and stumble

Like I’ve just learned how to walk

Posted in friendship, inspirational, original

Have Courage My Friend

The beautiful flower blossoms in the winter, strong and sure

No weather can whither it for it was meant to bring color

To a colorless world of white snow

 

The salmon makes its way home no matter how treacherous

It’ll swim against the current to reach is breeding ground

No grizzly bear can stop it from reaching its goal

 

Why should you worry about life and about your struggles?

No problem is ever too big to solve

Whatever your troubles are, it will have its end

It may not be the solution you are looking for

It may be even better than you expected

 

Do not worry too much, you will be alright

Face whatever hurddle like the flower that blossoms in winter

Or like the salmon that swims head on, not minding

the dangers

You can make it, you’ll be alright

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Playing With Words

when rhymes ceases and ends with a dot…..

the paper is blurred and the words are slurred

drunk by the words that fill its pages

 

then a wonder of sudden elation

envelopes the mind and settles down

Lo and Behold! it becomes beauty beyond any description

 

when the idea is there and it stops you cold

it ends with a question mark

now you’re at a loss

the meaning behind the words

escapes you

 

it is a wonder as a wonder it is

poetry so lovely, so magnificent

when you look at the fine print

it’s just mere playing of words…….afterall

 

Posted in original, special

To Be Twenty-Four

Twenty-four years ago, was nothing short of special

the world turned as it did like before

It was like any other day, in fact perhaps too casual

None may have noticed, except for two couples and their families

Twenty-four years has come by all too fast

she is now grown up and they reminisce the days when she was a child

How they wish those days could last

yet they knew growing up was part of it all

Twenty-four years and not a moment too soon

the clock spins and the calendar rolls

It’s already July, just past June

and a beginning of yet another chapter for her

Twenty-four years and perhaps twenty-four more

she wonders where she will be by then

she has so much planned and places to explore

She  knows her adventure continues even after twenty-four

Posted in miscellaneous, original

The Broken Pencil

it curves, it glides, ever so gently

sweeping an array of beauty

leaving behind a sketch that comes alive

as the artist’s hands stroke its brilliance

slowly it makes its way

through the pages of white

until an image shows; beauty on paper

 a straight line, a curve, a curl

a swirl, up and down the empty page is filled

the gentle hand, so light

works its magic

the page is filled and the work is done

only a master could do wonders

with a broken pencil in hand

 

Posted in loss / death, original

I Cried Without A Reason

Softly I wept, my tears just fell

I did not know the reason why

Time was frozen, and so was I

Lost in nowhere; your hand cold as ice

I looked up but the light hurt my eye

Below lay the darkness of the abyss

I looked around the crowded street

I see no familiar face

In between sobs, I hear a song

of whisper from afar

The sons came home to their families

resting in silence on the ground

Your eyes were hard, you looked at me

And instantly I felt the pain

Whatever it was for whatever reason

I cried without knowing why

Posted in favorites

All Things Bright and Beautiful

All things bright and beautiful,

 All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful:

The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,

 Each little bird that sings,

He made their glowing colors,

He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,

 The poor man at his gate,

He made them, high or lowly,

 And ordered their estate.

The purple headed mountains,

The river running by,

The sunset and the morning

That brightens up the sky.

The cold wind in the winter,

The pleasant summer sun,

The ripe fruits in the garden,

He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,

The meadows where we play,

The rushes by the water,

To gather every day.

He gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell

How great is God Almighty,

Who has made all things well.

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful:

The Lord God made them all.

 Ce­cil F. Al­ex­an­der

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Beautiful Cebu

Wide is the sun, light is the wave

Dark is the chocolate, the one I crave

Beautiful is the island, Pearl of the Orient Seas

Cool is the pineapple, wonderful is the breeze

The cross of Magellan, momentous where it stands

Near the church majestic, colossal and grand

Beaches, waterfalls, a paradise in Malapascua; a place you want to stay

Or maybe to a mountain top of a view that takes your breath away

Relax and unwind from the busy schedule

I stretch my legs and slice the mango; tasty, juicy, makes my saliva dribble

I listen to music from a guitar of awesome handicraft

This is Cebu, a place I call my home