Haiku for Mayon Volcano and the Super Blue Blood Moon

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Earth’s fiery cone
A super blue blood moon ~~
Nature’s perfect collision

                                        perfect phenomenon

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Mayon’s fiery perfect cone
January’s Super Blue Blood Moon ~~
Beauty and Beast

I wrote these two haiku – in tribute to two of the world’s most awesome natural phenomena in recent times, magnificently caught in one stunning shot! Writing these in February, I also shared them on NaHaiWriMo’s community page on Facebook.

 

Image by Filipino photographer, Paul Quiambao

My February Collection of Haiku

My February collection of haiku is composed of my responses to some of the prompts in last month’s NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing Month). More on this below. Meanwhile, please enjoy my feeble attempt in this fascinating poetic form.

Day 1: biting into a taco
biting into a taco
hot and red with chili ~~
the waning moon bids adieu

Day 2: railroad ties
wooden railroad ties
old, beat and creaking ~~
peals of children’s laughter

Day 3: Greek coffee
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in the kitchen lay waiting
warm pot of Greek coffee brew ~~
lips locked in a kiss

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flowing from cup to cup
mid-morning Greek coffee brew~~
ears plugged to jazzy notes

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cup to cup
Greek coffee brew ~~
scent of burnt haystack

Continue reading “My February Collection of Haiku”

Twilight Sky

Imagine
the twilight sky after it’s been washed by rain
One of the coolest sights you can ever behold…
No moon nor stars;
Just sunset hues of fiery orange and gold;
Smoky greys and cottony whites —
What a dramatic sweep across the once blue heavens,
Now merging fading light and deepening dark
Yet
Weeping hearts in wait of an uncertain tomorrow
Remain drenched in tears

Life Is What You Make It

 “Do you believe it’s possible for some people to get that fairy tale ending of happily ever after?

As my response, I wrote a poem I specially dedicate to my dear granddaughters — who just like me so many moons ago, are also fascinated with fairy tales, including the musical fantasy-comedy film, Frozen.

 

Life is what you make it

Not frogs turned into dashing princes

Nor talking mirrors that say you’re the fairest of them all…

No glass slippers will transform you into a beauty

Nor knight in shining armor will kiss you awake

No magic potions to make people love you…

Life is what you make it

And if you want happy endings

You don’t need elves or fairies or icy powers to make your dreams come true…

For no amount of “abrakadabra” or magic words

Can open the door to happiness for you

with no shed of sweat, tears and heaves of sighs…

The road to bliss is long and winding, yes

full of twists and turns, twigs and thorns,

Yet it takes work, honesty, and faith to find your way…

Life isn’t a fairy tale, yet you can make things happen

and life becomes wonderful in a flash.

Just a great ounce of perseverance, and a heart filled with goodness:

love, kindness, respect, humility, understanding;

hands willing to sacrifice, clear vision to help reach your goals;

Life isn’t a fairy tale, yet you can make things happen

and fairy-tale-like endings will be yours, happily ever after!

February Has Come ~ Haiku

February is special to my family. It is the month of my parents’ wedding anniversary. Oh how romantic of them, you might think, to choose this month because of its connection with Valentine’s Day, but no, far from it.

You see, my parents have always had a special devotion to Our Lady ~~ so they chose to wed on her Feast day, or rather the day after. It would’ve been their Diamond Anniversary last year, but Mom had gone on just a few months before. Now, their wedding anniversary is almost near, and while my Dad finds strength and consolation in his faith, I know sadness and longing linger in his heart as with the rest of us. So here’s another verse for my Mom…

A Poem at Dawn

Sometimes, the Muses come visiting at unexpected moments, just like in the early hours this morning. Thus this reflection-poem of mine came to be.

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 Waking up at dawn

 I see darkness around

 Only flickering lights

 Beaming from buildings afar

 Cast a shimmering glow

 to everything below

 For a second I wonder –

Who’d need the stars?

 Nothing ever though

 can Overshadow

 the Wondrous shine from

 Those heavenly bodies…

 Yet

 in that hour,

Blackness covers the sky.

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Sleep still tugging at me

 I recline on the seat

 By the window

 and turn my gaze

 at the sleeping city

beneath my feet…

Everything is still

 Everything quiet

 Save for the rumblings

 in my mind

 which I quell

by my Prayers

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Gazing by the window

I wonder

Could there be any other soul

Brooding as I do

Over the vast view

of our side of the metropolis…

Or perhaps someone

from his own window

Watching me

Watching the world outside?