I’m a ringmaster
In-charge and in control
With my whip and a rein
I lead life proud or vain
I’m a bouncing acrobat
Swinging on a trapeze
Breathless on a tightrope
I slip or somersault
I’m a clumsy juggler
Of choice and relationship
Of job and passion
And of yeses and nos
I’m a Poi dancer
Flirting with the fire
I either burn or tame the flames
Grasping my desires
But most often than not
I simply clown around
Amid twinkling lights and dusty trails
I smile for better days
A blank page is no empty space. It is brimming with potential… It is a masterpiece in waiting— yours. A.A. Patawaran
Masterpiece in Waiting
Each day is as blank a sheet of paper
Empty as a white canvas
Quite as a still guitar
Bare as the starless sky
But as magic slides through our pen
Ink drips from our paintbrush
Fingers play with the strings
And stars twinkle in our eyes
A masterpiece takes shape
Out of nothing, a glimpse of something divine.
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.
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! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Flatterers and fools To power they drool Honeyed words, sugar-sweet Night and day, they breathe of cheat Savages in polished suits To vagabonds they stomp their boots And if in frivolous pledge we fall In misery we shall crawl
A little over a month from now, PH will be having its national election for the next governing body. As much as we would like to have ideal leaders that are dedicated to public service, we couldn’t really have that. Can we?
“Choose the lesser evil,” this is the very thing I have in mind. It’s saddening that we are left with this choice but that’s life. It happens.
For years I have knocked on a closed door Each thump was a plea, A prayer from a fervent soul My hands never ceased to rap- Slam, hammer, and whack At the threshold of dreams I won’t let go But years have passed And the door remained closed I should have gambled at the window Which opened a chance, A possibility of luck- An opportunity I mustn’t let go
I have finally decided to climb over the windows of my dreams if I can’t walk right through its door. HA! Is that metaphorically insane? *fingers crossed*
Sadly, this would mean I have to take a break from blogosphere for the rest of March and will have to miss some flash fiction/poetry prompts. 😦
BUT… I’ll be dropping by every now and then to read your posts. That’s a promise. 😉
Win or lose We are what we choose Gain or loss We all have our flaws Good or evil A constant tug-of-war But we’ll fight wrestle and brawl Until our wickedness Is distant faint and far
Stretched across exposed walls Shelves filled with different worlds Rising like warriors, they whisper a story to one’s ears Thousands of pages waving to thee
Five be the things I am better of without:
Hatred, envy, pretense, pessimism, and self-doubt Four be things on my treasure box:
Faith, hope, kindness, and love Three be the things I’ll forever thank:
God, family, and friends Two be the things that shaped me:
Mistakes and success One be the thing that I’ll forever have:
Happiness