Escape to Talaingod

 

From the city's heat, where buildings rise,

We chase the road beneath open skies.

Leaving behind the concrete maze,

For mountain air and misty days.

The tires hum a wandering tune,

As valleys dance beneath the hazy sun at noon.

Rolling hills in emerald hues,

A painter's dream in misty blues.

The cold breeze whispers through the trees,

A lullaby of tranquil ease.

Forest cover, deep and wide,

Cradles us in nature's pride.

Wildflowers bloom, their colors bright,

Scattered like stars in golden light.

Rivers weave through earth so free,

Singing songs of destiny.

Here, where time slows to a sigh,

We breathe, we laugh, we touch the sky.

Talaingod calls -- soft yet strong,

A home in nature, where hearts belong.

Poetry Prompt: 

Sherry's prompt "Landscapes" at What's Going On?

A pocketful of sunshine and 

The Forgetful Philosopher

 

Oh, memories of sorrow, please take a hike,

Pack your bags and catch the next bike.

Life’s too short for brooding and tears,

I’ve decided to laugh for the rest of my years.

That breakup? Who? Was it Joe or Jon?

Can’t recall—was it nine or ten?

The time I tripped in front of the class?

It’s now just a tale of my graceful sass.

Bills unpaid and that dent on my car,

I blame it on Mercury retrograde’s bizarre!

The boss who yelled, “You’re late again!”

What’s his name? Oh, it’s gone down the drain.

I’ve trained my brain to misplace the gloom,

Stuffed it all in a forgotten room.

When sadness knocks, I just giggle instead,

“Sorry, no vacancy in my head!”

So here’s to amnesia, my new best friend,

A goofy companion until the end.

Forget life’s troubles, let joy be your blast,

The future’s too funny to dwell on the past!

Poetry Prompt: 

Sumana's prompt "Forgetfulness" at What's Going On?

A pocketful of sunshine and 

Red Roses For Dad

 

Bright blooms of crimson, petals wide,

A memory of love, my heart’s soft guide.

They speak of warmth, of joy, of grace,

Of moments shared, your smiling face.

Oh, red roses, so vivid, so true,

Each petal whispers, “I remember you.”

Your favorite flower, a beacon of cheer,

Now carries my love when I draw near.

At your resting place, I gently lay,

A bouquet of roses to brighten the day.

They stand like sentinels, strong and proud,

A tribute of love beneath the cloud.

Though you’re gone, your spirit remains,

In laughter, in lessons, in life’s refrains.

The roses I bring are more than they seem—

They’re pieces of love, woven with dreams.

Poetry prompt:

Say It With Flowers at "What's Going On?"

A pocketful of sunshine and