#365daysofpoetry Days 90 to 102
And as I sat
Looking out towards the sun,
The rain on my face subsided
A calm washed over me.
Then He said,
"Behold, I am making all things new."
(And I knew that He was; my heart smiled)
What keeps you awake at night
When direction does not seem right?
Sort through the rubbles
Figure out the riddles;
With a few simple tips
To help you get my drift;
What the heart holds dear
Helps keep the mind clear.
But where did you go, 91
I have suddenly lost count;
So I must post double
Though there won't be trouble;
Finding my quick inspiration
From Hoche's grid exploration;
So I can finally sleep
Before daylight whispers creep.
Pour into me
I want to know you
The shades that color
your everyday;
The brights and the darks
of your soul.
For a moment
Be still
Look beyond
What you see.
I am made of
Simple lines:
Swirls
Of tangled worries;
Straights
Of measured strength;
Slants
Of burdened rests;
Waves
Of hidden tears.
Be still.
Just for a moment.
And see.
Me.
I am tapestry
Like no other
Woven from
Memories,
Colored
By history,
Enfringed
With dreams,
Layered
With possibilities.
I stand
Tall and proud
Of my heritage
My forefathers' legacy.
I forge forward
Sure-footed
Make way! Make way
For the little brown man!
In the chaos of everyday
The incessant noise of the grind
I look for the steady beating of your heart
And mine, dancing to our song.
On overlapping days
When dawn comes too soon
I am grateful
For rare windows of quiet.
My travel buddies
All in a row
We're all set
And ready to go!
warm and fuzzy
soft and homey
hide within me
i'm your blankey.
The beauty of empitness
Is the promise of being filled.
For, in truth, there is no difference between 100 days and 100 years;
Only the many shared moments and the moments of unwanted solitude.
In awe I watched the stars
And in curiosity they showered down on me.
 |
| Photo By Paul Resurreccion (From the "Philippine Landscapes" Exhibit) |
Looking out towards the sun,
The rain on my face subsided
A calm washed over me.
Then He said,
"Behold, I am making all things new."
(And I knew that He was; my heart smiled)
 |
| Art By Inadoodles on Instagram |
When direction does not seem right?
Sort through the rubbles
Figure out the riddles;
With a few simple tips
To help you get my drift;
What the heart holds dear
Helps keep the mind clear.
 |
| Art By Hoche_art on Instagram |
I have suddenly lost count;
So I must post double
Though there won't be trouble;
Finding my quick inspiration
From Hoche's grid exploration;
So I can finally sleep
Before daylight whispers creep.
Pour into me
I want to know you
The shades that color
your everyday;
The brights and the darks
of your soul.
 |
| Art By Ronnie Pascual |
Be still
Look beyond
What you see.
I am made of
Simple lines:
Swirls
Of tangled worries;
Straights
Of measured strength;
Slants
Of burdened rests;
Waves
Of hidden tears.
Be still.
Just for a moment.
And see.
Me.
 |
| Art By Rovi Salegumba |
Like no other
Woven from
Memories,
Colored
By history,
Enfringed
With dreams,
Layered
With possibilities.
I stand
Tall and proud
Of my heritage
My forefathers' legacy.
I forge forward
Sure-footed
Make way! Make way
For the little brown man!
 |
| Lumad Coloring Book Cover by SaveOurSchoolsNetwork |
The incessant noise of the grind
I look for the steady beating of your heart
And mine, dancing to our song.
On overlapping daysWhen dawn comes too soon
I am grateful
For rare windows of quiet.
My travel buddies
All in a row
We're all set
And ready to go!
 |
| Philippine Airlines Blanket! |
soft and homey
hide within me
i'm your blankey.
The beauty of empitness
Is the promise of being filled.
 |
| Photo By: Jacob Maentz |
Only the many shared moments and the moments of unwanted solitude.
 |
| Art By Inadoodles |
And in curiosity they showered down on me.
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