Without HIM

Without Him

My Life is hollow

Like a bottle

My Mind trips as a running brook.

Without Him

Who gives Beauty to

My Soul?

Yet, how Great is my God

For He fills in the

Emptiness in my Heart…

Though shadows lurk

In the path I walk

His Love protects

And shields Me

From every evil

I meet…

 

 

 

Hope Eternal

There’s a smile in

Every flower I see

There’s a melody in

Every bell that chimes…

There’s a goal in

Each bird’s flight,

As well as a gold pot

At the end of a rainbow…

There’s solace in

Every tear I shed

There’s hope in

Every tomorrow…

There’s peace

After each trouble,

As well as calm

After each tempest…

Yes, there’s love in

every man’s heart

And tenderness in

Every mother’s eyes…

There’s always joy

In each one of us

As well as goodness

In every worst in us.

Unspoken

For one brief moment
in the great sea of eternity
we have met;
We’re both small drops of seconds
in the river of time…

Like a single pebble
I’ve caused a ripple
in your cool pond of serenity;
While you’re the soulful wind
that kissed the splendid pearl
from out her shell…

I remember the beautiful name you gave…
You must have loved me then…somehow;
A treasured pearl…could I really be
that way for you?

Whatever that lies between us
then and now…
is like dewdrop from Heaven
so refreshing and sweet.
Yet…life is still far from crystal clear…
The pain of silence torments
and we’re both sad…

For one brief moment
in the great sea of eternity
we have met;
but I know
Immortal we’ll always be
In each other’s heart.

 

This poem also appears on Writing.com together with some of my other poems.



My Favorite Activity

 

I wrote this as an example of a stand-alone descriptive paragraph which I often use in my classes (EFL Intermediate level). Students do benefit a lot from others’ examples: student-written compositions; especially, they appreciate teachers’ own writings, and articles by professional writers.

 

As far as I can remember, there is one special activity that I have always enjoyed doing, and that is stringing words together in a poem. I started writing poems when I was only thirteen years old, but even before that, the rhymes and rhythms of children songs and verses I was learning in school had already fascinated my young mind. The personal poems my parents wrote to each other, which I would chance upon, also delighted me so much that I would recite them to myself, in secret. Reading them aloud would make my heart leap with joy at their melodious sound, especially after I discovered in first year high school, that the beautiful sound they produced was brought about by the way different words were woven together. At that time, too, I remember, I was fond of reading love stories. Hence my very first verses were all inspired by romantic thoughts, even though I had never had any boyfriend. I also remember using the simplest words I could think of and just coining them together to form a very short but rhythmic verse. Here runs one of my earliest verses: “Love me truly…This I ask of you…Be sweet and sincere…Like I have been to you… Say you love me…Oh say you do…I love you dear… So love me too.” Seeing my thoughts on paper then, and listening to the way these words convey my feelings, thrilled me endlessly. Because they were like music to my youthful ears, my poems comforted me whenever I felt bored. Then too, I gradually discovered that for every fleeting thought or emotion I experienced, there would always be a phrase or two that would dramatically paint whatever I was going through. To illustrate, here is a part of the poem I wrote when I was already eighteen years old: “Suddenly, the whole world seemed to crush down on me; an all-confusing pain swept over me as my last straw of hope…Was taken away from me…While my whole being and soul ached for him…He, whom I desire so much, stood there desiring another! How I’ve winced at that gleam in his eyes as he looked at her…How I’ve recoiled at the hurt, at the stabbing pain in my heart it had brought me…How bruised and battered I felt…Oh, how I wished I’ve never seen him again!!!” Whenever I wrote, a great rush of blood would race through my veins, sending me to fantasy land. Pen in hand then, my mind would take me as far as my imagination would let me, and the result of all these are the several collections of my own poetry I have kept all through these years. Even to this day, my spirit won’t rest until I have composed a verse or two that mirror my feelings, thoughts and observations. Writing poetry has always offered me a never-ending excitement and a deep sense of fulfillment for having created something beautiful that records my life’s fondest moments. This is, therefore, the most significant meaning of my favorite activity – that of defining myself as a creative artist who is able to partake of her God-given talents and share in His creative powers.


Life

Life is an adventure

Whatever its course,

At each bend, at every turn,

There’s a hurdle to leap

Sometimes life may be too

Strange for us to behold

Too complex for our naiveté

To comprehend

Times when the things we want

For ourselves

Belong to another time and space

And we try to capture

Just a semblance of those things

In the time we hold now

It isn’t always easy to answer

The hows and whys we encounter

Why we do things the way we do

Stranger still are

Some of the people we meet…

Just like you and I

There’s more to us than meets the eye

There’s always something deeper

No one could just fathom

Not even ourselves at times

Life indeed can be puzzling,

Mysterious and full of rarity…

Like you were my least expectation,

Now you’re a big difference

It isn’t easy to answer the questions

But sometimes all we need to do

Is just to understand

 

* I wrote this poem about 18 years ago; I also presented this in a Speech-craft session of the Toastmasters Club, Casino de Espanol Chapter, Manila, in 1999. I shared this too on Writing.com, where I go by my username Summerblossom.

A Message for the Youth

 

Youth, you still have a long way ahead
Take your time but use your head
Life is easy if you work hard
Enjoy each day as it passes
Just be sure to leave your mark…

Never take anything, anyone for granted
Youth is not a licence to do as you please
Be daring and adventurous —
That’s your privilege
You’ll learn a lot if you don’t
scoop yourself in
Just remember not to go overboard…

Be gentle and firm with yourself
And with others, too
Remain friendly, but be a friend loyal and true…

Look up, aim high
Discover yourself truly and honestly
It’s in accepting yourself as you are
That you’ll be able to see others
as they are…

Do not try to search for everything
For what is truly yours will surely
come your way;
As you go on with your life
Once in a while try to look back
at where you’ve been
Remembering the lessons you’ve learned…

Remember, too, to bring along some memories
Look at the past and remember
That once you’ve passed this way

Lastly, no matter what Life has to offer you
Give thanks and be humble
Know that if you walk with God
You will never be lost.



Message For The Youth is my reflective sharing of wisdom to all young people whoever they may be…— Marichu – I shared this poem on Writing.com