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Joy of Waiting

A JOY OF WAITING 

An old lady, encountered a little girl in the park where she played after school. She was crying over the lost of her shoes and was devastated of her beautiful red shoes

The gray haired lady offered help to look for the child lost red shoes at the park.  The next day, they met at the same spot, where she saw the child still crying, after a deep grasp of air..she gave her a hug.

Frustrated to find the red shoes, she made  up a parable, about the lost shoes and will tell her about the tale, when they meet up again at the park. The little girl sat besides her on the bench and listen.

“Please do not grieve my dear little friend, 
I walk a mile to see what is beyond this town, I rode a train to see the big city
and my eagerness, took me to explore the world. I will tell you more about my adventures, when I return”.

Every time she and the little girl meet, 
she’ll continue telling the adventures of the red shoes. The little child agreed with the old lady and she can’t wait to see her red shoes back again.

It was Christmas morning, the old lady has a brightly wrapped package on her hands with letter attached. She’s eagerly cant wait to see the child’s face but was surprise after  seeing a new red shoe...
the letter explained;
 
“My trip have transformed me”, I’m more beautiful and polished. Years past, the little child has grown up and saw the dusty letter inside the box of her favorite 
red shoes, kept in her closet. 

She dusted and read..”don’t weep over the lost, for you’ll find a better one after missing a lost love, a rainbow will appear after a dark rain clouds poured in and at the end of a dreary tunnel, a bright light awaits you.”

Now, a young lady, away from her family for the first time, to pursue her dream and left her hometown crying. She travel a long miles, carrying only the dream, she kept in her heart.. after graduation, she was back, wearing a crown.

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Beloved Child Jesus

BELOVED CHILD JESUS 

You’re gift from above, our savior,
Jesus Christ, we treasure your coming
You will forever keep you in our heart.
Waiting for your arrival gave us hope, 
love and peace.
 A sign of redemption, for us sinners.
 
Your beloved mother, felt your
presence, that you’re special,
you came from heaven, brought by
angels and gave birth to you
in the image and likeness of men.
 
Your blessed mother, nurses you and 
wrapped you in a swag clothing and
place you in manger. She shed tears 
of joy, for your existence and made 
the animals and shepherd boys rejoices.

Three kings honor you,for a King was born, when you learned to walk, you left your mother and obey God’s call. No matter how old you are she cares for you, in her heart, you're always her first born child, to share all your pains and joys. 

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Time Heals

Like a withered rose laid bitter 
on a dark winter with all my petals fell 
with the autumn wind.
Will I grieve forever, the loss? Shall it bring back 
my life whole again in spring?

Part of me fell apart like a crunchy 
autumn leaves and waiting for another 
season to sprout the same, after a long 
hibernation of sufferings...
in a cold winter nights of sorrowing.

In reality, the grieve was still there, 
haunting forever until the season folds, 
no matter how hard I rebuild back my life, 
the brokenness was still there and 
will never be whole again.

But, my spirit will remain withered,
from the painful grief.
A deep scar of sorrow, left my heart,
ripped. How can I move on 
to make myself strong? Tell me how...

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Lost Habitat

Life in a grain of sand

We all leave this earth but once..
any good deeds that I must do, 
I must do it now. 
Any opportunity to share kindness 
to my fellowmen, I must oblige.. 
for I will never be given the chance 
to pass this path again.

Don’t let the sand of time 
passes by..time is linear and 
very precious.. 
to miss every minute of it, 
for the cycle of life will 
continue to move on, 
as time goes by.

We can’t go back in time,
to reset and finish what’s left behind, 
wasted time, just floats like a dust 
and blown away with the lazy breeze.
The hour glass capsule remind us, 
how much time we have on earth. 

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Coronavirus Outbreak

COVID-19 a contagious disease
inherited from SARS-COV-2 borne
a new killer disease, called coronavirus.
Weak immune system, a havoc to your
frail body, exposure can kill anybody.

Quarantine, I’m afraid they’ll force, if I didn’t 
cancel my flight to Japan, to meet my 
Gogyoshi Master Taro Aizu san this coming 
March 10, hoping,won’t offend, to cancel by 
choice due to pleading voice and pandemic panic. 

Cancelling flights a toil, for some airlines, who
don’t care, the money you paid, will fade.Not a 
penny reimburse, for traveling expenses was not 
properly address. Spending 19 hundred dollars, 
a dread and hard to tread, to recover the bread.

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Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland

Most awaited season of the year, a fairytales, in the midst of a mystique planet, where children becomes alive.
You’ll be lost into a winter wonderland 
of an enchanted kingdom but you’ll survive.

The vast horizon, are blanketed in crunchy white, trees, turned lifeless. Snowflakes and icicles looks precious on ice covered twigs and looks like a mess.
Innocent child, becomes fascinated with the magical grandeur of the earth even on our own planet dearth.

Naughty children start throwing snowballs and sculpting snowman. This cold and unwelcome scene are children’s delight but, not for old folks, for it’s a slippery sight and unfriendly when excite.

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Old Scent of Love Poem

A cobwebby, antiquated and
moldy. Folded pages marked by
dried tears and pressed flower
from an unforgettable love from
former sweetheart.

A classical romance, aged and
lovingly kept in between the 
layers and pages, with yellowish 
color from pressed flower. A memory 
of a deceitful stained sin heart, left 
no traces in the midsts, except,

Old scent of love poetry book at times, 
overwhelming the senses, the sweet 
fragrance of staleness, haunting, the
old crispy pressed flowers, reminiscing 
the nostalgic love, hanging in mid-air.

It tricks the sense of smell, mind 
and heart, agreed that the old scent
of poetry, still swirling the fragrance 
of a lost love, haunting a desolate
soul, still longing for him to return..

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Morning Splendor

St Jones River, gently flowing, 
wild geese gently ride with the breeze. 
A quacking sound of excitement at the 
break of dawn, gently breaks the drip 
of a slow motion dew.

Soft pink sky, silhouette the golden 
rays, greeting the morning splendor..
as the sun radiantly raise. An ode to 
a glowing dawn, a breathtaking sight..
and I moan.

Inhaling the fresh spray of a new day, 
from fragrance of wild flowers, 
gracing the river bank in rainbow hues. 
My soul surrender and mesmerize the 
glorious natures, I muse.

The serenity of the natural landscape 
is hypnotic to my sight. Ahh…
my spirit is rejoicing, at peace with 
the gentle water, cascading through 
the river rocks, in slow pace.

I felt alive, mellifluous sound,soothe my skin..
I begun to dance with the breeze. I captured 
a blessed moment of bliss, my monotonous 
day, stimulate. The serene ambience of nature, 
a soul searching pleasures. 

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Strolling the Vibrant Autumn

STROLLING IN THE VIBRANT OF AUTUMN 

Strolling down the park, marvelous sight of wonder, 
God’s beautiful landscape in kaleidoscope. My heart
in salutation in vibrant color of the leaves. Celestial 
spheres, seems to meet the earth and sky, in bright 
hues of stunning red, orange, yellow and purplish 
nirvana.

Hand in hands, we strolled, emerald green and
gold splashes walkways. Beds of mums in rustic 
classic, some view in bright solid chromatic hues. 
The kinder breeze, sending the aroma of 
thanksgiving feast. 

We felt melancholic in the woods, trees dressed 
in elegant gold, tears of farewell,  to find rest 
on cold grave.The sounds of crickets, signals 
male calling, a night of dating. Migrated monarch 
butterflies, finding a warmer home, to lay eggs.

Squirrels and herbivorous hare, busy digging burrows, 
storing food for winter chill. That afternoon walk brings 
romance in scented cold air. We tap dance to the tune 
of crunchy leaves, stomped, laughed and rolled on the 
bed of crisps and colorful leaves.

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Life In a Grain of Sand

Life in a grain of sand

We all leave this earth but once..
any good deeds that I must do, 
I must do it now. 
Any opportunity to share kindness 
to my fellowmen, I must oblige.. 
for I will never be given the chance 
to pass this path again.

Don’t let the sand of time 
passes by..time is linear and 
very precious.. 
to miss every minute of it, 
for the cycle of life will 
continue to move on, 
as time goes by.

We can’t go back in time,
to reset and finish what’s left behind, 
wasted time, just floats like a dust 
and blown away with the lazy breeze.
The hour glass capsule remind us, 
how much time we have on earth. 

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