OF LIVING AND LOVING... AND COPING...: poetry potluck

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15 May 2011

Mother's Lullabye

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sleep my baby sleep

mommy's here for you to keep

together we shall be counting sheep

hush my baby hush

can you hear the mocking thrush

singing like a nightingale at first blush

rest my baby rest

i shall hold you close to my chest

on my shoulder your head may crest

03 May 2011

Lost In Reverie

you are
the silent witness
that tells
no lies

a mute confidante
that holds
all secrets

behind the smile

no line or flaw
is hidden

you reveal things

as they are

without fear
of reprisal

you bare both
beauty and blemish

with cold neutrality

the phantoms
crawling
in one's head
the angst and
trepidations
buried deep in
one's heart
all these chimeras
remain
clandestinely
subdued

unless the master
so exposes

and as the day dawns
when you
can no longer
hold your
silence
you shatter
into pieces
carrying with you
a thousand riddles
ensconced in
countless
glistening
shards

Posted for The Thursday Think Tank #46, The Poetry Pantry #47,

Poetry Potluck: "Doubts, Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations"

and Thursday Poets Rally 43

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26 April 2011

The Rhythm of My Soul

alone

in the dark

my heart beats

a nagging rhythm

a wordless song

of love and longing

deep, intense, immense

revealing my soul's passion

yearning for connection

perhaps a song from

distant shore

can lull me

to sleep

Posted forPoetry Potluck: Muse, Art, Music and Poetry

One Shot Wednesday-Week 43 and The Poetry Pantry #46

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17 April 2011

Summer Musings

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sky imitates sea

days of eternal sunshine
and resonant waves

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powdery white sand

and crystal clear blue waters...

who wants to go home?

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golden sun lingers

time to bask in its glory

summer fun begins

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giggling and screaming
riding through gigantic flumes
with childish delight

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traipsing barefoot as

the tide calmly hits the shore

reflective summer

Posted for Haiku Heights: Resonance, The Poetry Pantry #45 and

Poetry Potluck: "These are a few of my favorite things!"

05 April 2011

I Finally Did It

for one

last time

i looked

back today

and took

one last step

into

the past

so i could

move

forward...

finally

i closed the door...

hopefully

this is my closure...

let this be the

last time...

because...

now i am

free!

Posted for Poetry Potluck: Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia

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31 January 2011

Peace, Relaxation and Spirituality

sweet solitude reigns

unperturbed by winds of change

sublime bliss unfolds...

as turmoil eases

and turbulent passions calm

halcyon days begin...

the soul rests easy
whatever this life bestows
faith mutes all the noise...

Posted for Poetry Potluck: Peace, Relaxation and Spirituality

and The Poetry Pantry

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30 January 2011

The Last Dance

the

swinging

rhythm

was

spellbinding

the

pounding

beat

was

enthralling...

she slipped on

her white

nightgown

as she

prepared

for bed

but the music

playing

outside her

room

beckoned her

to heed

its call

listen she did,

and more...

the

swinging

rhythm

was

spellbinding

the

pounding

beat

was

enthralling...

she stepped

into

her red

stiletto heels

and started

swaying

with her eyes

shut closed

she finally

let go

unaware

of the eyes

that were

watching...

the

swinging

rhythm

was

spellbinding

the

pounding

beat

was

enthralling...

he knew

she was

still mad

at him

but the

lovely sight

was too much

to resist

he took

his chance

and took her

in his arms

their eyes locked

his gaze

drowned

her anger

there was

nothing left

but

burning
passion...

the

swinging

rhythm

was

spellbinding

the

pounding

beat

was

enthralling...

and so,

together

they slowly

swayed

to their hearts'

content

as if

in a

trance

they danced

there

was

no
tomorrow...

the

swinging

rhythm

was

spellbinding

the

pounding

beat

was

enthralling...

unbeknownst

to them

their

time

was

running

out

and

tomorrow

would

never

come...

the

swinging

rhythm

was

spellbinding

the

pounding

beat

was

enthralling...

Posted for WritersBlockDaily,

The Poetry Potluck and The Poetry Pantry
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26 January 2011

The 6th Year

i leave all pain and tears behind

as i walk towards the rising sun

confidently i take my stride

knowing all is well and fine

lessons learned by heart

regrets, i have none

expect, i'd rather not

with acceptance i shall

embrace life as it is

i am stronger...

i am better...

Yesterday marked the 6th year anniversary of James' disappearance. My children and I honored him through a Catholic mass offered in his memory. For the first time since 2005, I did not go through any melancholic episode. Instead, my heart was filled with gratitude for having been part of James' short-lived existence and for my own resilience. I felt the blessedness of life itself as my 3 kids wrapped their arms around me. Tears rolled down my face not because I felt sorry for myself but because I was truly THANKFUL for the way things turned out.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past.

~John Dryden

It has been a long blogging hiatus for me here and I was pleasantly surprised to read:

Review Tuesdays - OF LIVING AND LOVING

which was written by esteemed poet Someone is Special at Jingle Poetry. SiS, your kind words really touched my heart and I thank you for that. In reply to your article, let me quote an old comment I posted here also in reply to a fellow blogger's encouraging words, to wit:

"I started this blog with the hope of inspiring others and helping them deal with the overwhelming aftermath of a sudden loss or tragedy in the family. I love to write. I went through my grief process by writing in my journal every single emotion that I felt and every single milestone in my journey towards healing. I didn't get here easily, you know. Believe me, I had all kinds of criticisms for staying so long in my grief. But taking my time to heal was all worth it. Grief is a normal and natural response to any loss. Have no fear and let it run free. It is OK not to feel OK. Express it and then release it.

I created this blog to share the light I have seen at the end of the tunnel with everyone who is in the same journey. The comments I have received from all of you validated that I have somehow achieved my purpose."

SiS, although I would have easily chosen pink as my background color because of my pseudonym, I instead opted for red as I felt that, at this stage of my life, this color defines me more now - i.e., intense, fearless, enthusiastic and passionate about life.

I was an accidental, albeit reluctant, poet, mind you. Ji (Jingle, as she is commonly known) was the one who prodded me to take poetry seriously and join her Thursday Poets' Rally. For that, I am most grateful to her. .

I would also like to thank everyone in Jingle's community who voted for me for The Celebrate Poet of 2010 Award.

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11 December 2010

Leap Of Faith (A Haiku Collection)

taking that big step

blindly towards the unknown

that's a leap of faith

an embattled soul

down a winding path of grief

tenacious spirit

if you ask me how

i got to where i am now

prayers led me here

let go of your pain
healing will not come easy

learn to forgive first

"Faith is being sure of what we hope for

and certain of what we do not see."
-Hebrews 11:1

Posted for Haiku Heights and
The Thursday Think Tank #27- Forgiveness

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06 December 2010

Believe It Or Not

set me free

from all the rules

you have made

for yourselves
i'm no longer
part of it

accept i'm gone

you have no hold

on me anymore

for so many years

you ruled my life

i was scared

i was blind

your traditions

dictated my world

back then

i had no choice

now i have

reclaimed

my life
you can say
what you want
but

you can't

hurt me

again

Musical Monday... What Moves You?

Believe It or Not by Joey Scarbury

[Theme from TV series "The Greatest American Hero"]

"Believe it or not,
I'm walkin' on air,
I never thought I could feel so free;
Flyin' away on a wing and a pray'r,
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.

Just like the light of new day,
It hit me from out of the blue;
Breakin' me out of the spell I was in,
Makin' all of my wishes come true. "

Posted for Musical Monday... What Moves You?

The Poetry Pantry Week 20 and
Poetry Potluck (Theme: Dreams, Visions and Reveries)

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