Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul





She is beauty personified, goddess of unending love;
Her lips speaks of desire and of undying love.

She winks to the sunny sky and breathes the morning air,
Walks amidst the splendor of a purifying love.

But mortals have shaped, altered, and clouded,
Of what she once deemed as gratifying love.

They cradled what’s tantamount to treachery and deceit,
Dimmed the lights to the road of a terrifying love.

Some old souls, however, continued to believe,
In the true charm of Aphrodite- a mystifying love.

Poetry Form: Ghazal


Another out of town that called for an absence in the blogosphere. This is me catching up to NaPoWriMo. Here’s for Day 15. XD

Day 15: Because today marks the halfway point in our 30-day sprint, today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles.



Photography by Hideaway Girl

Dripping sweats, muscle strains, and beating hearts
The world stops for this game of dominance
Slam dunks, alley-oops, and fadeaways
Fluctuating figures on game charts
Hearts thumping; an otherworldly performance
Spinning world carved with names and legends
History forged in a hundred plays
Hearts and games; dribbling world never ends.


Day 14: Today’s prompt comes to us from TJ Kearney, who invites us to try a seven-line poem called a san san, which means “three three” in Chinese (It’s also a term of art in the game Go). The san san has some things in common with the tritina, including repetition and rhyme. In particular, the san san repeats, three times, each of three terms or images. The seven lines rhyme in the pattern a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.

Inspired by two major events on NBA history:

1) Steph Curry along with the Golden State Warriors, broke the all-time NBA record by winning their 73rd victory of the season, eclipsing the previous win record of 72 games held by the 1995-96 Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls.

2) Kobe Bryant finishes his farewell game  with a grandeur, scoring 60 points on 50 shots, in a win over Utah Jazz.

Fortune Favors the Brave

© Huffington Post

Fortune favors the brave
Stop wishing; start doing
Do not fear what you do not know
Unleash your life force
Let your fantasies unwind
Good things take time
The best is yet to come
Become who you are
Pick a path with heart—
Never quit;
See the light at the end of the tunnel
Affirm it, visualize it, believe it, and it will actualize itself.

Poetry Form: Found Poem


Day 13: The number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies. 

Picked these fortune cookie messages for all of you. Have a lucky day, everyone! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Portrait of a Killer: An Index Poem

Jack the Ripper

You left me a crime scene
Down in the basements, dark, 
Etching ground, bloodlike, 
Severed arm, severed leg, 
Blood; instant death.

They call it paranoiadelusional thinking
When I saw men as mere murderers
Bloodhounds, arsonists, actors
Disguised in painted letters and poetry
Secret rooms and music halls.

Look into the eyes of dead people
Trace the fingerprints
Smell the nauseating blood
Tell me, are these mistakes made by
A mere impotent fury?


Day 12:  Today, I challenge you to write your own index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index, or you could invent an index, somewhat in the style of this poem by Thomas Brendler. Happy writing!

P.S. I took the highlighted words from the index of Patricia Cornwell’s Jack the Ripper book. I’ve had this book since March 2016 but I haven’t got the chance to read it yet (Arghh! Work.). Did this poem make enough sense? Ha! It sounds sinister to me. 😀

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The Trek


Long winding road awaits an uphill stride
Patch of clouds over cerulean skies
Sunrays piercing through the haze
Nature’s raw beauty wrapped in silence
With nothing but birds singing of mirth
The gentle rush of trees to the wind’s caress
Climb the jagged, rocky mountains petrified in gray
It’s the south’s Middle Earth, so they say
Eyes squinting to the beauty beforehand
O-Peak boasts such scenic mountain range
Two eager feet race to reach the summit
I receive more than what I seek


Day 11: Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing!

P.S. This poem is inspired by my weekend getaway with friends. The photo above was just the beginning of our long-winding journey to the Queen City of the South’s pride, Osmeña Peak. YAY! *flags up*

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Stay: A letter to John


Dear John
Love and Misadventure
Pride and Prejudice
Angels and Demons
Lock and Key
This is What Happy Looks Like
A Catastrophic History of You and Me
Unravel Me
Ignite Me
Shatter Me
I Wrote This For You
For One More Day
Every Day
Stay With Me


I just got back from an awesome out-of-town weekend with friends. YAY! So for the late submission, here’s a little something for Days 9 & 10 of NaPoWriMo. Good  morning! 🙂

Day 9: Today, I challenge you to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable;  something that you’re genuinely a little scared to say.

Day 10: Today’s prompt comes to us from Lillian Hallberg. She challenges us to write a “book spine” poem.

Morning Glory

She was morning glory personified
Beautiful and stunning
Her radiance glows with the sun

But more than being a hardy vine
A scenic perennial flower
Morning glory symbolizes her life

She’s a hopeless romantic
Who loves in vain—
Even a forbidden one

Spent all her waking days
With a hopeful heart
To an unrequited love, she smiles.


DAY 8: And now, for our prompt (optional, as always). It’s Friday, and writing poems isn’t easy! So let’s give ourselves a break with a simple prompt today. Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time. So today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor. Happy writing!

I like flowers but I don’t really have a specific favorite. I got this idea from my A to Z post a while ago and I couldn’t be happier with the choice. I never thought morning glories have interesting meaning and symbolism behind its gorgeous petals!

Did you know that it morning glorry could mean?
Unrequited love
Mortality of life
Love that is in vain
Restricted love

To read more about it, click here. Photo credits goes to the author website.

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© Copyright 2007 Corbis Corporation
© moodboard/Corbis

I hold the keys to your heart
But afraid to choose one
For I only have this last chance

Spent a lifetime to get a chance
Poured my soul— my whole heart
Love, you are my only one

Let my heart and yours be one
Take my hand, give this love a chance
Hear my voice— my beating heart

With these keys I’ll gamble my heart; love, give me one last chance.

Poetry Form: Tetrina


Day 7:  Today, write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

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Meals & Musings

© Filipino Food Aficionado

Fried fish in sweet and sour sauce
Tart tamed with sugar
A sumptuous morning delight
Garlic and onions
Peppers and carrots
Adds the charm

Luscious treat on my table
Couldn’t help but think
Of our own famished farmers
Denied of their lands
Deprived of support
What dismay

Poetry Form: Epulaeryu


Day 6: Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food, like David Ignatow’s “The Bagel”. Happy writing!

This is a continuation of my tribute to Kidapawan farmers.

April 1 ended with at least two farmers killed and 116 others wounded when police dispersed a drought protest action in Kidapawan City. The Kidapawan farmers held the demonstration to demand that government release 15,000 sacks of rice to them after being severely affected by El Niño for the past several months. But instead of resolving the issue in a peaceful way, armed forces fired shots on protesting farmers which led to deaths and injuries.

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