Friday, November 05, 2010

Forever a dreamer...

I thought it would finally become a reality, I really thought that somehow I will be able to make my dream come true... the fulfillment of a lifelong wish... but guess again.

Maybe I am not really destined to have my dreams fulfilled. Something would always get in the way, making the obviously impossible... more impossible.

I dare to dream... and hope to achieve the dreams that I dared... because as I dream, I am working towards the fulfillment of my dreams... but being who I am, those dreams will always remain what they are... dreams... and I.. I... I will be...

I will forever be a dreamer...

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Because I am still human

So there was I throwing encouragements and giving my two-cents of words of wisdom left and right... talking sense to FB friends who seem to have their back against the wall.

Then, it hit me. My son was hospitalized. It didn't take much for me rant, just another son getting sick while another is still in the hospital. So I rant, because I am still human after all.

I rant not because I did not trust. I rant because I expected too much. I rant because I believed, and that was why I was disappointed when my expectations wheren't met. And I believe I have the right to ask questions, because I believed.

To make things worse, the sickness has to come when I am flat broke! Because of that, I had to beg again! Yes, you read that right. Again!

It's something that isn't new to me, and it's something that I was not really proud of. I really wish I wouldn't be in that predicament again... I really wish.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Coming Of Age

When he first came, I was unsure
“Am I ready?” I asked myself
And my first taste of fatherhood
He gave to me whether I’m ready or not

As the years unfolded, I learned a lot
Like seeing the world again through his eyes
Because he taught me what a father should do
Be tough, decisive, but mischievous at times too

Eighteen years passed and he’s teaching me some more
About humility, and why I can’t always be right
Listen to the young voice because they also make sense
Especially when that thought comes out unspoken

As he enters maturity, he already achieved quite a lot
A chess championship and being a literary staff
I guess I can be forgiven for saying it loud
Because there couldn’t be any prouder Dad!

That’s my boy!

September 10, 2010
9:28 p.m.
Angeles City

*Reply to “Challenge me to poetry” submission by Jan Geronimo“That’s my boy!”

Saturday, September 04, 2010

It all started with a single verse...

 It all started with a single verse… no! Make that, a single line. When the very first entry was made back in 1986a union of the pen and paper with the soul.

It was not the first attempt to write poetry, but it was the first act of commitment to express in verses what I felt, and preserve them so I can always look back and recall what compelled me write those lines… I did not realize then that I was actually planting the seed within me.

Slowly, as verses grew in numbers, there was the longing to share them with others. I wanted others to read them too.

So what I did was to ALWAYS bring the notebook with me wherever I go, and show them to whoever I am with, who I thought would appreciate raw, unpolished poetry.

It wasn’t really encouraging I tell you, and I need not go about the details. But it was not very encouraging.

As time went on, I continued with what I was doing, expressing myself in verses, in the way I know how – I did not follow patterns, never considered measurement, nor would always use rhymes in my works. In fact, I was using ordinary, daily, conversational words… BUT I dared call them poems.

It was satisfying, to see them… read them from time to time.

Poems that spoke of love, hatred, angst, pains, insecurities, inspiration, joys and other imaginable and unimaginable emotions.

After almost three decades (not four as I posted in my FB profile), and four notebooks later, the seed that was planted is now yearning to grow… to go out.

Am I ready?

Yes, thanks to my friends who are all encouraging, I am having the resolve to go for it.

But, am I ready?

Outside the circle of supportive friends, there are other people, who will see, who will read, and who will speak, and who knows what they’re going to say.

Uncertainty is not an easy evil to overcome, but definitely not a reason to stop.

And while there are self-doubts and mounting hesitations within, little steps are taken… baby steps, that would make the dream, from the seed that was planted, become a reality.

From four notebooks, of almost three decades, more than 100 poems… all part of one dream… soon.

I hope.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

A willing loser

Yes, I am willing to be the loser
I knew from the start I’m not meant for you
Yet I was stubborn and still took my chance
Hoping that somehow I could reach your heart
Because no other love will do for me

And even if I knew there is no chance
For me to be able to reach your heart
Hoping that you will see how true I am
Off’ring you a love to last a lifetime
Even if I knew it’s not meant to be

Tomorrow I know t’will be just the same
Playing this game where I’ll be the loser
If it has to be, I’ll treasure the pain
I will love you just the same... forever
Even if your love will never be me

August 17, 2010
9:56 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge by Jena Isle, a Jenanian verse about “a love that cannot be

Sunday, August 15, 2010

What if the heart got tired of waiting?

I said I will wait
and I will...
but, how long?
What if the heart got tired
of all this waiting?
Then, there’s but one answer
To go to a place
Where pain is no longer felt
Where time doesn’t matter
Where tomorrow could be now
And forever is real
There I will wait again

August 15, 2010
10:49 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge by Rose Almonte – “waiting

Friday, August 13, 2010

What should I do?

 I really don’t know, I am confused
Should I pursue it? Or just let it be?
If I let go, I might miss the chance
And forever lost what I thought could be mine
But if I insist, it could be worst
I could drive her away, and be forever gone
They say you have to fight if you feel it’s right
And I sure would like to take my chance
Then again I’ve also been told, patience is a virtue
Damn! I’m so confused! What am I to do?

I don’t want to miss my chance,
I don’t want to scare her away either
At this age, I thought I’ll be wiser
Is a ‘no,’ really a ‘no? ‘
Or ‘wait’ is an empty promise?
And ‘being friends’ is a kiss of death?

Should I fight or should I stop?
I weighed my options and I really don’t have a lot
If I do this, I could lose
But if I do that, it could be worse

Damn! I’m so confused!
I really don’t know what to do

August 13, 2010
10:35 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge by Yatot – “soliloquy

Honest intentions don't count

I am able to reach other people’s hearts
But why can’t I reach yours?
I can put a smile on their face
Or let a tear escape from their eyes
But I can’t even make you
Turn your eyes my way

Honest intentions don’t count?
Perhaps you just didn’t see
Just how much it means to me
And thought I am just
Not the truth I purport to be

Too much? Too soon?
But why wait when I am certain?
I cannot really fathom the problem
Was it you or was it me?
Or am I just too assuming?

And honest intentions don’t count.

August 13, 2010
3:15 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge “misunderstood” submitted by Dina Zulueta

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Forever won't be too late

Now may not be the time
Tomorrow could be too soon
I guess my chances remain
To wait for forever then

Be that as it may be
So be it
If that is what it would take
It won't be a day too late

For sure time will pass
And seasons will change
Yet one thing will remain
Strong... pure and true...

My love for you

August 12, 2010
9:08 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge submitted by Vi Santos Abella - "Immortal Love"

I'll paint scenarios instead

Because it couldn't be
I'll paint scenarios instead
I would just live in dream
Of what I wish it would have been

A blissful life
Tomorrow spent with you
Sitting under the moon
As I run my fingers through your hair

What a lovely picture
I've painted for you
A tomorrow offered
By a love so true

But I know it couldn't be
So I paint scenarios instead

August 12, 2010
10:05 pm
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge submitted by Ralph Emerson - "scenario"

Sharing is glamorous

An absolute beauty, inside and out
Unselfishly sharing what she has
Teaching everyone who wants to learn
Sharing secrets that kept her upstream

You don't get just a mentor, but a real friend
When in her class you're able to attend
The business that will keep you clean
Laundering up even the tiniest thing

My friend, thank you for being you
You have taught a lot of people a thing or two
A business that is so close to you
Making laundry look glamorous too

Who says poetry and laundry wouldn't mix?
If it's for a friend, there's nothing I can't fix
And I know I couldn't thank you enough
For being there when times were rough

Thank you my friend

August 12, 2010
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge submitted by Nette of Mr. Laundry - "I made laundry glamorous"

Monday, August 09, 2010

Gray Rainbow

What I thought was colorful
Was nothing but different shades of gray
Not one ray seems too attractive
Not one intend to liven up
Perhaps I just had too much
Of childhood fantasies
Colorful rainbow and happy dreams
Fallacy painted with lies in between
So when I chased my rainbow
I was met with the truth forlorn
That the colors were nothing
But mere reflections of what could have been

August 10, 2010
12:09 am
Angeles City

*reply to "Challenge me to poetry" submission by Rose Almonte with her word "Rainbow"

Saturday, August 07, 2010

100 things that make me happy

100 things that make me happy

I was asked to write a verse about
The things I am thankful and make me happy
And I have to enumerate them all
Count them ‘til they reach a hundred
Quite a tall order, but I’m not one to retreat
So here I am writing them here, listen if you please

My 17 years of married life, filled with memories
Joys, sadness and pains are all part of this
It’s always nice to look back at those times
When I was still a complete man

And now my source of strength at this time
Are my 3 kids, my gifts from my wife
My source of pride, joy and inspiration
Without whom, I’ll be lost and in oblivion

My 17 blogs that help keep my sanity
By helping me vent out my insanity
My 4 notebooks filled with original poetry
And a book that helped me fulfilled a fantasy

My guitar which helps me sing away the blues
My camera which help capture memories
My 2 dogs that are so noisy and pesky
But you can be sure, they’re as loyal as can be

Of course you know, coffee would be in this list
And throw in dark chocolate too if you please
My simple indulgence, I know you won’t deny me
After all it’s the simplest things that make me happy

 I wouldn’t leave out my mother who’s always there for me
And provides me comfort especially when I’m weary
And lastly, I’m thankful for my heart that beats
Which  enables me to feel all of these

Yes, those are the things that make happy
Yet if you count them they’ll only reach 50
Weren’t I asked for 100 things?
There’s a reason for that, listen if you please

I can only give you half of what was asked
Because the other half, I  still cannot speak
The part that would have made my life complete
Lie in the hands of someone, it is still a pray’r

August 8, 2010
2:14 am
Angeles City

*reply to the poetry challenge submission by Iva, who said "enumerate 100 things you are thankful for right now"

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Yesterday, my name was Happiness

I wasn’t wanting… or so I thought
I was fine… or so it seemed
Then you came and filled the void
That I never knew existed

And I started to live again
Whereas before, I simply existed
You have made tomorrow
Something to look forward to

I never really thought
I could feel this way again
I thought it was all over
And I’m just waiting for my time

You’ve added sunshine where there was gloom
Put in rainbows where there were only grays
Given reasons for me to smile again
Made me wanting to see life through the end

But that was all yesterday
Too fast… now it’s all gone
And just like a beautiful song
Our story has to end

It was all just yesterday…

August 5, 2010
11:45 PM
Angeles City

*a response to "Yesterday, my name was Happiness" submitted by Manuel Villoria to my call to "Challenge me to poetry"

Saturday, July 24, 2010

I'll bury myself instead

Since I am longer allowed to rant, wallow in gloom, or spew some ‘un-niceties’, by my own volition mind you, lest I cause to send more stress signals that may affect people close to me, I’ll just bury myself, instead.

“What?! Bury yourself?!”

Yes, you read that right, I’ll bury myself.

But what were you thinking? I’ll dig a pit, jump in it and shovel the soil back in? it’s like saying “I’ll choke myself to death!” You know that’s next to impossible.

So, what do I mean by “burying myself?”

I’ll bury myself with my writings… immersed my worries in words… rhetoric, lyrics, limericks, poems, and what-have-you. After all, I did say that poetry lives through me, and so I might as well make true that claim.

A wordsmith I am not, but as posted in my Facebook status update, “What I lack in eloquence, I make up with sincerity”

True that.

I don’t need eloquence to express how I feel. In fact, I can even say what I mean without really saying what I mean!

Did you get that? I don’t either. I wonder why I said that.

Anyway, I’m just dragging this thing and it’s close to becoming a rant, which I said I am no longer allowed. So I’ll just wrap it up by saying, “let the burying begin!”

Friday, July 16, 2010

Tracing the footsteps

tracing the footsteps I took with you
hoping it'll bring back the happiness too
the same feeling I felt at that time
when you were there walking by my side

it's rather funny that I can't help but smile
only to feel the pain after a while
because I now take the steps all alone
as I face the fact that you are gone

so here I am tracing the footsteps
as I try to relive those moments
the brief moment that I was happy
that very short time you were with me

July 16, 2010
8:34 p.m.
Angeles City

Where's my muse?

Where's my muse? I need to write
I can't find words, try as I might
Must be the pain I feel inside
That I can't find the perfect rhyme
Insanity is what it brings
When you can't write the word that rings
Now, hurry please. Come back to me
I Need to regain my sanity

Where's my muse? I need to write

July 14, 2010
5:14 pm
Angeles City

*a one-minute poem

Friday, June 25, 2010

Is there still time?

They say life begins at 40.

I am two years late, can I still catch up?

Is there still time… to begin… to fly… to dream… to love… to live?

Yes, I have existed, and I won’t deny that there were good times as well as bad. It was a rollercoaster ride. Nothing more, nothing less.

Used to be that my main goal was to make it through the day. No plans. No cares. No reasons.

But now, slowly I found, there could still be a reason… not just to exist, but to live.

Because after all these years, after a long time, I would like to say that “I want to live again”

I do hope that there is still time… I am ready.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

24th year

Today, May 19, is supposed to be our 24th year anniversary. It was the date when she first said yes to me... half-hearted... reluctant... hesitant.

But it didn't matter. It was good enough for me. I was given a chance to prove myself... so I did.

And five years later, that 'yes' led to a lifetime commitment. We got married.

Our marriage notwithstanding, I still make it a point to remember this special day. It didn't have to be an elaborate celebration. Cards were fine... containing personal verses of expressions of love, of promises of forever, of thankfulness.

Until this day, I still remember that special day... the details of that night... the nervousness... and the happiness I felt.

This will always be a very special day for me...

Happy 24th year anniversary, Mama. I love you.

Friday, May 07, 2010

A year older... not necessarily wiser...

Another year has passed... another candle on the cake... hmm... I don't think I have a cake... never had one.

Anyway, I'm just talking idioms. You know that. And as the title says, "A year older... not necessarily wiser..." and I wrote that in full honesty.

While others would say "Through age, comes wisdom," I immediately follow it up with, "A great alibi for growing old"

After 42 years, I still find myself still wanting. Wanting what?

I don't know really, perhaps a proof of my existence... or a proof that I existed, once I'm already gone -- a legacy, I think.

Let's say, 10 years after I go home and be with my wife, what would be remembered when the name Roy would be mentioned? In first place, would it even be remembered?

I still don't make sense... after 42 years.

Maybe I have good enough time ahead of me to fill the void that I feel. That last check up I had were all good. Nothing registered in my lab tests, xray and ECG. Of course, I won't deny that I do get tired easily now, which could easily be remedied once I have the will to exercise.

Okay, where was I?

No, this is not senility. I'm pretty sure I'm too far away from that. An added year doesn't automatically bring me there. I've just too much on my mind lately... and always.

To continue with my birthday post. I really planned on writing a poem, but I fear that I couldn't contain what I have to say in verses. But now, I don't know what was it that I wanted to say. Again, too much in my mind.

Oh well, I might as well wrap it up. There really isn't anything special going on. Just wanting to put a mark on this otherwise insignificant date... another year, another birthday.

Solitude rocks!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

It's been a while

Yes, it's been a while since I last wrote in this blog. Almost a month, actually. Does that mean I getting less emotional lately.


I just haven't updated this particular blog because I was busy maintaining the other blogs and all the while, i can't think of any topic to write on this blog.

I was suppose to write something about the Visita Iglesa but I was too busy and always tired during that time.

Now, I'm writing here again just to, sort of, break the silence. I could have written a new poem, but I really don't know what to write. And in instances like this, out comes blog fillers like this one where I continuously pound on the keyboard and type everything that comes into my mind.

It's been while, and there are no excuses.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

His name is Edgar Allan

"What's your name?" someone would ask, and he would answer, "Edgar Allan po!"

No, he is not kidding, that's really his name. "Po" however is a Filipino word which denotes respect and is usually added at the end of a statement.

Yes, his name is Edgar Allan, my second son and he turned 15 last Monday, March 29, 2010.

Being a middle child, Edgar should easily be left out - overpowered by an elder brother Ralph, and definitely outcharmed by a younger sister Angel.

But Edgar can more than hold his own. This multi-talented son of mine has been the go-to-guy of Angel and Ralph and when it comes to their drawing needs. I would often run to him when I need help in tuning the guitar, or need an advice regarding some color combinations because I respect his opinion in art.

He is often referred to be the "mini-me" or my "carbon copy" as they often say that he looks like me... and there are not few who said that.

I have no problem with that, I am in fact proud to say that he took after me... or should I say, a better version of me. He overshadows me in everything I used to do. He knows more origami than me. He played guitar better than me, he sings better than me, he dances (and I don't), he draws better than me, and he even beat me in Bejeweled!

And even his smart-alecky attitude reminds everybody of the younger me... and again, an improved version (you know what I mean).

The only field that he hasn't taken me (yet) is writing, although I don't know if it is one form of expression that he would be taking anytime soon. But then, I could be wrong.

My only problem, thus far, is that Edgar isn't really too proud of his talents. I mean, because he does all these things easily - guitar playing, drawing, origami, dancing, and more, he thinks these are all natural and nothing to brag about!

I guess I should just let him be for a while... at least it doesn't get into his head.

Yes, his name is Edgar... Edgar Allan, and he is my son.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I am at peace here...

I am at peace here... here in my own little world... here where I am myself.

When there's too much noise... when there's so much pain... I retreat, in my own little corner where no one can reach me... no one can harm... and no one can push me.

Here, I am nobody but myself. Not a presumed intellectual being... not an assuming warrior of the corporate world... instead, I am just me.

Let me be selfish for a while... let me forget all the cares... let me be with myself... let me be me...

here, in my own little world.

I am at peace here.

Monday, February 22, 2010

WOOF contest winners for February 19, 2010

WOOF Contest – Top Picks


Jena Isle – “A Tryst on Valentine's DayBeing so in love is heaven.

Roy – “Candles, not flowers” - A valentine poem?

Prose / Memoir

Ajchtar – “Tales & Diary of MoccureedThe ravings of a 17 yr old., aspiring to become a writer.

Roy – “She will be 80 next monthA request for prayer.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the February 19, 2010 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends March 5. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other Contest Entrants for 02/19/10


Dragon Blogger – “Thaw OutPoem about an ice storm meeting a warm front, inspired by 22 random words.

Zorlone – “A Poem for Valentine's DayI love you, should I say hello or goodbye?

Song Writing

Jena Isle – “The Perfect LadyWhen is someone perfect?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

She will be 80 next month

I have always known her to be a strong woman. She never showed any sign of weakness, never seen her cry, and I do not even recall seeing her sad.

Last night, we took her to the hospital. She was complaining of pains in her stomach. The pain actually started Sunday night. Monday, she was seen by a doctor and tests on her blood and urine showed she has infections. The doctor gave her medicines and recommended soft diet. She also advised her that should she feel the pain again, she would be admitted.

Tuesday, as she was about to sleep, they heard her murmuring in low voice, as if not wanting anyone to hear. But they heard her, and so they immediately took her to the hospital.

The last time my mother was admitted in the hospital was almost thirty years ago, if not more.

Like I said, she was strong and never showed weakness. She never even showed any sadness when my father died last year, and readily greeted and talked to all sympathizers who came. I don't think it's not because she loved my father less, but it's because my mother is the kind of person who accepts all realities of life.

Last night at the hospital, I was looking for the glow that used to be her, but all I can see was her effort to hide all the pains, as if not wanting to make us worry. She is strong, that is one thing I should be thankful for. I hope that, that inner strength would see her through this time.

Next month, March 2 to be exact, she will turn 80. I do not know what are the plans, but I'm sure there would be at least modest celebration for her.

I pray we celebrate her 80th birthday at home.

Please, help me pray.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Candles, not flowers

What good would flowers do?
You can’t even smell their fragrance
Their colors are of no use
Cause you can’t even see
Satin petals, no matter how soft
If they cannot be touched
Is just a gesture in vain
If I offer them to you

So I light candles instead
And whisper my prayer
An unconventional gesture maybe
To express an affection
But a faint heat may float
A soft whisper may travel
And just like kisses blown in the air
I pray that they can get through to you

February 14, 2010
11:58 p.m.
Angeles City

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

He will blog soon

He expressed interest before. In fact, he already had his blog in Friendster account before which he hasn't been updating because he no longer visit the said social network site - he's busy farming.

Since he has interest, and I was really hoping he would, I have already reserved a domain which he can use once he begin to be serious.

I'm talking about my eldest son, Ralph Emerson.

As of late, he was asking me more often about blogging, the latest of which was, "Can I blog too?"

Of course, I am more than willing to allow him and make him use the domain that has been parked for almost a year now.

So I changed the name servers, created the databases on my Hostgator account and installed WordPress so he can start his blog.

His blog, Realm of Thoughts, is already up. I already gave Ralph his password and told him how to create a post.

I was excited the whole day, always checking his site while I'm at the office if the "Hello world" post has been edited or deleted to give way to a new post.

On the first day, the blog didn't move. I guess, I should not hurry him up... but I know, he will blog soon... and I also know that his blog name, Realm of Thoughts, fits him well..

Saturday, January 23, 2010

I want to write

If only I knew that it is writing that I wanted to do earlier, I would have saved a lot of people from trouble. I wouldn’t have wasted anybody’s time, resources, and efforts… I would have just kept myself secluded in my own corner, with my pen and notebook, my computer and my keyboard.

I would love to be just that… uncaring of the time that would pass, nor of the world that evolves around me.

Alas! It’s too late, passion keeps burning but the flame is always being doused… too much of “other” things to do… much MORE important things to do.

And writing… it’s just there.

It is something that you-should only-do-when-you-have-a-free-time-because-you-do-not-earn-anything-from-it-and-it-does-not-put-food-on-your-table-nor-send-your-children-to-school kind of thing.

It’s irritating!

But what’s more irritating than that, is the fact that it is true.

I want to write, it’s the only thing I want to do.

If I would have my way, I would write until my last breath… if only I could.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Forever, my baby you will be

I blinked, and there you are
all grown up...
a young woman
I fear not the future
cause you're with me
tomorrow I know
you'll find your own life
but I'm sure you can do it
you have your mother's genes
you are strong and smart
when things don't always go well
you know where to run
no matter how grown up you've become
no matter how far you have gone
I will always be here for you
as I have told you
when you were still so small
my promise to you I'll keep
forever my baby, you will always be

January 13, 2010
11:00 PM
Angeles City

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Woof Contest Winners - January 1, 2010

Not a bad start for a new year ;)

WOOF Contest – Top Picks


Zorlone – “Planet's Saviour” - After seeing the movie Avatar, I just needed to express how I liked the story with a poem.

Roy – “Hope, growth and prosperity - symbolism... color... vision... hope

Dragon Blogger – “A Life Ended” - A Life Ended is a poem about someone depressed and contemplating, then finally on the verge of committing suicide. This is dark poem and ironic considering it was written on New Years Eve and many people played happy words, for some reason my mind just formulated a dark poem today.

Zorlone – “Battle Court” - For someone who is passionate with badminton, this poem takes it to a whole new level.

Brought to you by PlotDog Press with the Serial Suspense Screenplay "Intervention"

(WOOF participants should re-post all the links above by next Monday. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Presenting the finest of the writer’s blogs by the bloggers who write them. Highlighting the top posts as chosen by the January 1, 2009 WOOF Contest participants. Want in to join the next WOOF? The next contest ends January 8. Submit a link to your best writing post of the last 3 weeks using the form on this page. Participants, repost the winning link list within a week and you’re all set.

Other Contest Entrants for 1/1/10

About Writing

Kaze (Steve Altman) – “Kaze: You Must Remember This - Rick Blaine wasn't the only guy who ever got rejected. So has every writer. And so was "Casablanca!"


Jennifer M Scott – “Matches” - A thoughtful essay on change and the New Year.


Jennifer M Scott – “Santa's Reindeer” - A poem for kids about Santa's reindeer.

Friday, January 01, 2010

Hope, growth and prosperity

like the leaf of the tree
it signifies growth
a continuing process

for prosperity
a pigment that shows
proof of productivity

like grasses in the meadows
peaceful and serene
a place to play and be free

Ushering a new day
moving on to face tomorrow
bonded by tests from the past

while flames of zest burn within
with conquest and triumph as ends
no rush nor haste will be taken

after the storm that has come
one thing remains strong
we hold on to it as we stand

January 1, 2010
11:23 PM
Angeles City

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