Posted in miscellaneous, original

Cebu, Philippines

While l was looking for a particular post I did before, I came across an old poem of mine written in the early days of this blog.

I didn’t find the post that I was looking for (maybe I didn’t post it here or maybe I’m just getting old….er), but I found this post I made about my hometown. I think I should write more about the beauty of where I live.

This post also reminded me that this blog has been up for eight years! Wow! I didn’t think I’d be writing er typing or posting poetry for so long.

Without further ado, here’s the poem. You may also check the original post by clicking here.


“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

©Maria Michaela

Posted in life, original

Color of Morning

Hues of orange splash the sky

Splattered like magnificent painting greeting the early commuters off to work

I sigh a little as I saw only a glimpse of it

I wanted to pause the moment before the busy day and just bask in awe under it

The sun showing its glow but not quite the full show

I take a photo of it in my mind and I smile inwardly thinking how beautiful the day will be

©Maria Michaela

Posted in Balak (Visayan Poetry), original

Kasing-kasing (Heart)

Been a while since I’ve written Visayan poetry or Balak. Here’s something I came up with.

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Kasing-kasing ko nag pitik

Pitik, pitik, pitik

Gikulbaan

Gikuyawan

Unsa jud ning gipamati?

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Ulo ko nag labad

Sakit, sakit, sakit

Napasmohan

Nagutman

Wala kasabot sa gibati.

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Kasing-kasing nag pitik

Ulo nag sakit

Mata ko gisuwawan

Gihayagan ug taman

Sa kaanyag mo.

©Maria Michaela

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Translation:

My heart is beating fast

Thump, thump, thump

Nervous

Scared

What is this feeling?

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My head, aches

Aching, aching, aching

Loss of appetite

Not wanting to eat

I don’t understand what I’m feeling.

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My heart is fastly beating

My head is aching

My eyes can hardly see

Because your beauty shines brightly.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in original, writing

Sometimes I Write…

…About happiness

And then sometimes I want to write about sadness

Sometimes it’s a song about love

And then at times about heartbreak

Sometimes it’s about life and acknowledging the existence of death

Then sometimes I write about nothing

About no one

About myself

About others

About the world and the beauty it has despite the darkness it also holds

With all the sometimes, often I write with the aim not to please others

But just to bring joy

©Maria Michaela

Posted in love, Relationship

Innocence

Everything is wonderful and magical in the eyes of an innocent child.

The world is fun to explore and you just want to jump and run wild!

Curious of many things, everywhere you turn is whimsical.

In awe with a lot of things that seem astronomical.

You see beauty through your innocent eyes.

As for me, you are the beauty and it’s no surprise.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in miscellaneous, original, special

Snow Moon

Gazing up in the sky, I saw a bright light.

It was beauty I cannot deny, it was such a wonderful sight.

Then the moon hid behind the clouds

As if playing hide and seek.

Misty clouds acting like shrouds

Making the moon look sexy and chic.

It was a sight to behold, it was a sight to see

A story that needed to be told, about the moon and its beauty.

©Maria Michaela

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Photo from https://www.google.com.ph/amp/s/www.tampabay.com/environment/super-snow-moon-what-you-need-to-know-to-see-tuesdays-lunar-spectacle-20190218/%3Ftemplate%3Damp

Posted in original, self / self esteem

Different Kind of Beauty

I live in a country were pale skin is considered pretty

Which is an irony

Because most people are brown, bronze, dark, or colored

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They look at me with envy

And say I’m lucky…

Only because I’m pale, that they think me a beauty.

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Almost everyone here wants snow white skin

While I think “morenos” or “morenas” are beautiful

But I don’t try to change my skin color

Unlike most I see around me

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If beauty is just skin deep

Then I don’t want to be considered beautiful

I’d rather be seen as pretty because of my dry wit and sarcasm

Because of my intelligence and quirkiness

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I’ll shed this pale white skin

And be a different kind of beauty

Posted in love, original

Magic

As if by magic I am captivated

Drawn into

Lured by its beauty and grandeur

I can’t resist it

Can’t look away

I let it engulf me

Consume me

Embrace me in its grasp

Take hold of my every being

And whisk me away