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A Poem For No One

I write for no one, no one in particular

not to the boy begging on the street

not to the man playing his guitar

not to the old lady carrying a heavy sack

or to the woman carrying a child in her arms

I write for no one

not you not me

not him or her

not for the child who’s playing all alone

or the child enjoying an ice cream

I do not dedicate this to anyone

I dedicate this for all

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I’m Thankful For Yesterday

Yesterday is a day that you can never prepare for

It is a day that can never be erased or removed or deleted

One that you can never go back to

except only in memory

Yesterday was not perfect, as all days are not

Things may not have gone well

But, what else is new?

It may have been a wonderful day

Or the most awful one yet

No matter what it might have been

one thing is for certain

You survived that day and you’ll continue on

The task may seem too much

But look back on your yesterday and see

what you have accomplished; you made it this far

Be glad for you are able to recount your yesterday

as it molds your future

Let yesterday be your constant guide

as you move on for today and tomorrow

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He Laughed At My Poem

I wrote a poem for him alone then wished I never did.

I only have myself to blame and now I feel ashamed.

My love for him, to the world I confessed

They must have thought I was obsessed,

for I promised to move mountains and catch a falling star

As if I’m just taking cookie from a jar.

He read my poem but it was clear

that he really didn’t care

He wanted something so much more,

something more than I can share.


He read again the poem I wrote, he smiled the biggest smile

He said, “I didn’t notice this, it sure took me a while.”

I wondered what he meant by this,

not sure I’m catching up.

Is there something I wrote incorrectly?

I wondered what I messed up


He said, “what a fine poet you are, a very pretty way to write”

“Why don’t you and I have lunch? Let’s go get a bite.”

I did not know what to say,

was he just pulling my leg?

So I asked for the paper I gave him,

As a matter of fact, I begged

And there I saw the reason why he smiled,

why he laughed with such gist

The poem he read, after all,

was my shopping list.

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For I Am Unique

I do not wish to dwell in sadness

as I am a happy person,

I always have been

Lately though, I’ve been aware

of my own faults

and my self-esteem is not as keen

I drag myself into the wasteland

of hypocrites and parasites

who wish to pull me down

I let them do their job

as I plummet to darkness

they laugh at me as if I’m a clown

The worst part is I let them

make a fool of me

I don’t even bother

Don’t even struggle to fight

I just let them be

as they slowly conquer

Why do I let them dictate me?

my life, and who I am

they only bring me sorrow

I refuse to chain myself to

this so-called commonality

I refuse to be shut down, to be narrowed

There is nothing wrong with me

nothing, needs to be changed

or improved

I do not need to be compared

for I am unique

I refuse to be moved

Commercials do not define me

cannot change me

or fool me

Commercials are just lies

to try to define me

I refuse, I rebel

they can’t hold me down



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A Thank You

I feel so happy to have gone this far. I’m proud of myself for keeping up with my blogging. I realized that there is a person I’d like to thank for showing endless support by liking the posts I’ve made.


For Tracie Louise whose such a great supporter

although we have not met personally

Her photos, most wonderful that I’ve seen

has made everyday life less blurry

She’s my greatest critic,

though this she may not know

If she does not like my post,

it means it’s just so-so

I’m glad she’s around

though we don’t live nearby

She’s down under while I’m in the tropics

somehow, I feel a bond, a tie

May she continue to inspire

all people for years to come

And  may this little connection

become a simple friendship in blossom

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Broomstick for Love

A broomstick for love, a cup for a secret

It’s like a whisper in the air, filtered with tulips

A broomstick for love, a straw hat for respect

A weird and wonderful combination

Though it does not make sense


A broomstick for love, a pinch of silence

It seems a masterpiece for disaster

A broomstick for love and a hint of smile

Brings rainbows all around

They pale in comparison


A broomstick for love like salt and pepper

It’s like black and white, goes hand in hand

A broomstick for love longing to be known

Hidden in secret waiting for its time

Covered by the shadow


A broomstick for love, a penny for luck

A feeling so magical and everlasting

A broomstick for love is nonexistent

It’s like a witch in love with a prince

A love never to be? or perhaps….