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.

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A Great Author’s Tip – On Writing

 

“Don’t be a writer; be writing.” — William Faulkner

 

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A Great Author’s Tip

 

If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time – or the tools – to write. Simple as that.” — Stephen King

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A Great Author’s Tip: On Creativity

 

” The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”  — Sylvia Plath

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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.



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Ash Medal!! by Cezz

 

With each rotation of the earth, you understood it? You, do you know where the world toward which we live? Do you know the stop-over of the route?
Are you in journey or you are left behind?

Long years have passed by since the history of man or before the beginning of man. Thenceforth began to travel the world. But how is traveling the world in which we live?
Do you agree that the route was in rough-road?

Every day we are bombarded by sad news reminds that human society is declining in the quagmire of confusing problems, the quicksand of endless trouble – and this despite
the wonderful advancement of technology and science!

True, people have made to rotate the world even though the moon. People able to walk on moon, but he does not walk on his own planet streets without fear. Can a person put
his home of all its fittings and furniture; but he was not able to fill it with love and stop the destruction of families. Mankind was able to do the dissemination of information through TV, radio, and phone but he did not teach people to live together peacefully holding the values and unity.

With education, mankind is equipped of knowledge and wisdom but it can never be able to inculcate in the minds and hearts of people the self control and not be taught as
communicative human beings. Mankind has amazingly joined the two ends of the earth and splices the separate continents and in the marvelous way people have had constructed the laboratory’s space. But despite the things he did not build a community quiet and at ease in his own planet.

Man has known the temper and circumstances of the weather but would not it be able to prevent or hinder the arrival of any neither disaster nor calamities. There are satellites roaming in the galaxy but despite this they still not able to explain the intricate universe and the things contained herein.

Nowadays, we have progressive medicine and will continue to progress; but why was not possible to treat the human disease and the emergence of various types of illness, nor the age and especially not the death that brings pain and grief to mankind.

We have reached the peak in the sciences and technology and still headings for great advancement but despite this, the number of poor is rapidly grown, there are still large numbers of hungry and do not prevent malnutrition in all the inhabited earth.

Different types of government tried but remain the division, rebellion and terrorism. It does not stop the war of the country to country, kingdom to kingdom, religion to religion, race to race or ethnic fighting and government versus rebellious group.

Mainly the sudden and rapid deterioration of human morality. There is the chronic abuse of drugs, alcohol and cigarette addiction, addiction to bad habits and obsession with money. An uncontrolled epidemic in the prevalence of common landscape prostitution and only increase the number of unintentional and unexpected pregnancy of young, wherefore the abortion was common solution to this situation. Fornication, adultery and even third sex is a stylish in-that-in the human society.

Where is the victory cry of humanity? Not the success that it is a great irony?

Thus, it’s true that man cannot direct his own steps perfectly or righteously!!

Now, can you halt the earth’s journey?  Can you tell me where it moving towards?

 

 

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A BEST FRIEND by Cezz

A best friend is always there for you,
Like a shadow will always within you.
Whether you are for an advice or need a pep talk,
Or even a shoulder to cry on.

A best friend is keen and always listens with her heart
A best friend always honest with you and speaks truth.
Even though the truth may not be what you want to hear.

A best friend knows all your secrets and will detailed about you.
Understands your fears and have shares your dreams.
A best friend never stops believing in you
Even you already give up on yourself.

You are my living mirror.
You my shadow that even in darkness never left me.
You are that kind of friend to me.
And no matter what happens, you always will be.

You are my best friend….my forever friend.

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MAGNIFICAT

MY MAGNIFICAT

My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, the   greatness of His love, fidelity, mercy, and forgiveness.

My spirit rejoices in God my Saviour, for He has given me my religious vocation, and my missionary life.

The Almighty has forgiven me all my sins, purified my heart and holy is His name.

He has mercy on those who fear Him in every generation.

He has shown the strength of His arm, giving me courage to follow Him and maintain firm in my vocation until now.

He has cast down the mediocrity, lies, cowardice, fear, lethargy, and anger from my life.

He has filled my life with peace happiness, faith, hope, and love.

He has come to help me in my difficulties, sufferings, and pains.

In remembrance of His promise of love forever.

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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.


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The Great Healer

Withered roses can be fool

Withered paradise of promises and chaos can go nowhere in pool

The claps of crowd proclaiming in Sunday’s Best

In His gentle and greatness with complete unconditional love

 

Maybe He is just listening of your wishful thinking thoughts

How critical you are

How crucial you are?

How faith isn’t it?

The line and it’s rope that full of hope and holiness is coming near.

We are savoring the celebration but all of sudden the empire of darkness always ruining our mind.

 

How bad isn’t it?

But the light of glorious surroundings will bind us to lead in Him

 

We can say…we want to…We want to fed up!

I took all the chances you provided but I am not satisfied, indeed!

 

“Son! I have better plan than yours!”

 

Those words…those voices from enlighten ones we heard.

 

We can take lots of medicine to cure our external wound but our mind and soul how?

 

Think but thank You!

Gave up but He Blessed us!

Mistakes but He taught us to do the righteous deeds!

 

He cured us! Not humankind but the Greatest Healer of our all wounds.

 

 

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