Chocolates nor roses he gave not,
But a poem he wrote, my heart he got;
He wasn't much of a poem writer,
But his poem got my yes for an answer.
I see him more as a guitar player,
All sorts he can play, he was a rocker;
At a moment's notice he changed to classical,
Now he can play both, it feels magical.
Today I'm flooded,
Tired, I'd like to be abed;
All sorts of bills, grand,
Without the funds at hand.
It's one of those days,
That's common, always;
I'm like a butterfly,
Halfway out the cocoon to fly.
It's part of those training days,
Optimism upheld, it stays;
It's part of life, I know,
Should overcome it with glow.
Tonight's the last night,
To score highest, I'll go fight;
It's the prize I really need,
I'm living the poverty's creed.
See the picture above,
The cheque is what I love;
The trophy beside it,
Will my hands match the feat?
Today I was surfing for ways of monetizing,
I need more money, so contests I tried finding;
I clicked here and there, from Google's search result,
Until I reached a link to a contest that made me halt.
So now I am here, I just signed up today,
Poetry Soup it's called, I think it will make my day;
I do have a blog, poegging is what I do,
It's blogging poetically, my own coined term too.
You might want to visit my humble home,
365-days-of-poem-blogging dot blogspot dot com;
It's actually a challenge to write a poem every day,
This is the second for today, I'll add it there, okay?
Before I forget I'd like it acknowledged,
What a wonderful site Poetry Soup has managed;
I know there are poetry scams that linger around,
I hope this site's contest is for real, to abound.
*I just joined. Of course my time reckoning here is +8.*
Esther Grace is turning eight this October,
A mix of elder siblings together;
She's got very keen memory,
Can be domineering, her siblings agree.
Living up to her name, she's like Queen Esther
Who did not fear the foreseeable danger;
A natural leader is what I can see,
With the right guidance, she can grow up to be.
Competition can make her day,
Your patience can be tested today;
Born when we were financially poorest,
Yet God's grace blessed this girl as fairest.
She is my miracle baby,
Why? I'll tell the story;
How twenty three weeks old,
In my womb survives another gold.
Ovarian cyst ruptured inside me,
It did not scatter miraculously;
The loss of our baby was more likely,
Mother and child survived rarely.
But God was so gracious and kind,
I know He's got a lot more in His mind;
Myrrh Raquel was delivered normally,
By the same midwife who delivered Wrestley.
My Raqy was born in February,
She's a bit slow and sickly;
Perhaps the kick of general anesthesia,
But always survived all the hoopla.
She is so smart when it comes to money,
I see the entrepreneur of the family;
Patience is high but gritting inside,
Especially when her sisters jokingly deride.
She loves to sing Josh Groban songs,
Very shy to perform where I think she belongs;
She ape's Mr. Bean, she's really so funny,
The stage is for her, but she plays not for many.
My eldest daughter, Wrestley,
Academic, among the three;
She turned thirteen last April,
Time flies so fast like a whirl.
Reminiscing her inside me,
She moved so restlessly;
Heartbeat's fast, the midwife said,
I'm going to have a boy instead.
At four months I told my employer,
I had to quit to care for my daughter;
Full attention is what she needed,
To raise her up as my God intended.
I remember so vividly,
Too many tricks she learned from me;
At eighteen months she plays with a PC,
At two her hand knows A-B-C.
What used to be my little baby,
(Now the eldest among three;)
Is now grown up and still fast growing,
The lessons in life, she is now learning.
Blogging efforts of What's On My Mind,
Is now paying off, I am extra kind;
Xoom zoomed over my delivery,
In just one day, I got my money.
I gave the kids some extra today,
My phone bill's crying, "When will you pay?"
A pair of jeans, I'll give my hubby,
I'll treat my kids to Jollibee.
When you wake up each morning,
Your day is beginning;
Will you rise up, start stretching,
Or go back to what you were dreaming?
If you decided to get up,
Halt your dream, make it stop;
You're faced with another choice,
This or that, what's your voice?
As the day passes you by,
You've got to think and ask why;
For every choice you make today,
Will hone your life from day to day.
In case our choice is a mistake,
It's still a choice what road we'll take;
Will we spend our time blaming,
Or just pick up the lessons and start living?
What you do after you're done reading,
My entry for today's poegging;
It's still a choice to discard everything,
Or to share this page if you think it's worth sharing.
Do I need inspiration,
To have a new creation?
Do I need the experience,
To write about it with sense?
Do I have to wait for the moment,
That I feel each segment?
Or can I just write when told,
When issues at hand unfold?
The game tonight was so disappointing,
Scored one fifteen, very humbling;
Payed one game after being a loser,
Got one fifty seven, ahh, that felt better.
I'm not really sure if I lost this night,
Until I see the tally, got two wins, right?
One more game next week to close the fight,
The trophy and cash, still blocking my sight.
I can't seem to think,
What to write, my brains stink;
My advantage using a computer,
Only one key acts as eraser.
What subject, what topic,
Got to be eclectic;
What's on my mind now?
Writer's block. Bow.
Hungarian is this dance,
Full of jumping from start to end;
I feel like in a trance,
When dizziness seeps in, shouldn't bend.
Watch the video my daughter took,
From my phone camera, move with the beat;
I think my flabs got all shook,
If I do this every day, will I slim fit?
It is a practice in preparation for October,
For our Festival Show up in Baguio City;
Less oxygen, it's cold up there,
Try it yourself, how long can you jump with me?
It may be real difficult at first,
To esteem others better than ourselves;
It's but human nature's thirst,
To hide our skeletons in closets and shelves.
Stop awhile, ponder about it, think,
If we set our minds to esteem others better;
That 'other' will feel better, you can wink,
Peaceful aura, positive outlook, the world, livelier.
We all have differing priorities,
What's gold to you may be my pennies;
Whatever you choose, it's a choice you consider,
What you gain for one is your loss for the other.
What you decide to do is of your own doing,
If results are bad, don't waste your time blaming;
Look for solutions, better ways to solve the problem,
Go on with life, don't just shout about them.
We've often heard that time is gold,
How much of it do you really hold?
How much would just slip away,
How much is lost from day to day?
Maybe I should not really meddle,
With your time, how you settle;
If no one else is affected,
You're not late, no one's connected.
If you are late, consider this thinking,
You don't respect the person's being;
If you're going to a hundred-person meeting,
Five minutes late means five hundred minutes of wasting.
Do not say it's "Filipino time" so it's okey,
Shameless bragging that's eats up your day;
It also shows what you're really made of,
It shows your character, for me, a stand-off.
Thank you, all, for the attention,
For blogging your Congratulation;
I didn't know until you told me,
A milestone I got at PPP.
My friends who blogged about it,
Reyna Elena, who's attention deficit;
Chuva Chienes made me a star,
And Diwa was mega excited from afar.
All my friends congratulated me,
I wondered what makes one be;
JC, Bea, Ros, Joyjoy, Ghandee,
Bluepanjeet, Rieaanne, many thanks, from me.
Bowling is a sport I learned, love, and got addicted to,
Though I rarely got the chance to play as much as I used to do;
I remember vividly the the day a mere lineman taught me,
In three days, through loser's pay, games I got for free.
In less than a month I got my first champion trophy,
When a fun game was held, I was really happy;
Five months later, joined a citywide tourney of bowlers
Third in Women's Singles, bested by five- and ten-year players.
I had to transfer from Olongapo to Quezon City,
My bowling career stopped, can't afford it, really;
Seventeen years later, that was last year,
My vice was awakened, champ again, a trophy with cheer.
Today's my second game of the year, last week was a low score,
I got better today, I feel the trophy once more;
Two more weeks to go, the worst tourney I got into,
A game per week??? That's so scant! Still, winning is what I'll do.
What does the future bring,
What hope can we see?
Envy and strife unending,
How will our children be?
Look at our leaders today,
Most are corrupt to the marrow;
As a child what were they,
That shaped their way to their morrow?
"Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old, he shall not depart from it."
The parents should be the ones to know,
I know, it's a long-standing feat.
Children learn not by mere words you say,
It's what parents do, that is more effective;
The child emulates many tricks when you play,
Why not teach morals and values, and be infective?
The powers that be, they're all old trees,
That can't be straighten if they've grown bent;
We blame the government, almost all families,
Why not instead think to whom our time should be spent?
I just finished reading bluepanjeet's post,
Admired what he did, I'm sure nothing's lost;
By identifying what is really important,
He finally discovered what he really would want.
I'm not afraid myself to go against the tide,
I always have, and it feels good inside;
What's important is you're doing what's right,
You can do it, as long as God's your might.
Another week is over,
Tomorrow starts another;
Saturday's always the best,
God's Sabbath, His day of rest.
I get to see my family,
One hundred of them today, see;
Amidst trials and tests I face,
This day lightens the load like no trace.
We get ourselves ready around nine thirty,
So we can fellowship while having coffee;
We often leave for home at seven,
Rejuvinated, the week's faceable again.
We see each other everyday,
It's different today;
Got too much to do,
I hope you understand me, do you?
This is why I'm writing on paper,
My thoughts are with you, ever;
Sunset's coming, tomorrow's a new day,
We'll meet again tomorrow night, if I may.
I've fallen asleep on the keyboard,
So I shut down, oh, I'm so tired;
But having hurt my forehead,
I got awake, enough to post this, instead.
From the time I woke up at three,
Till now, and it's already ten thirty;
I feel my head splitting, cracking like a bamboo,
Perhaps because I drank less coffee yesterday than I used to.
Let me shut down.
Nagsimula ang torneyong pinagkahihintay-hintay,
The most awaited tourney started,
Lahat sami'y dumalo, walang sumablay;
All in our team came, all attended;
Alas tres ang simula, kami'y dumating,
It started at 3pm, not a minute later,
Lahat ay tuwang-tuwa, baguhan man o magaling.
Everyone's excited, hustler or beginner.
Ngunit iisa lamang ang bawat laro,
But there is only one game for each player,
Yan ang problema, magiinit lang ako;
That's where the problem lies, I'll just fire up later;
Pero walang susunod na larong gusto ko,
But no game will ever be set for the same bowlers,
Dahil ang maglalaro ay ang susunod na grupo.
Because the next batch will be next to be strikers.
It's been a year I last got a shot,
Too expensive, can't afford a lot;
Tonight, I was chosen to take my share,
In my hand lies the addiction I won't spare.
Tomorrow, I'll get another dose,
The real one, heaven is so close;
I hope to score the most, if not 300,
Another dose for my addiction: code red!
I'm on the lookout right now,
For the seven hundred dollar opp to show;
Yes, the PPP opportunity,
Last time now, please show up to me.
It's supposed to show between 9am to 12 noon,
I'm not yet late since I'm twelve hours off-tune;
It's only ten-o-five, says PPP's clock,
I hope I get that 700-dollar stock.
I've just visited Janette Toral's tally,
For the famous Top Ten contest started recently;
Now on it's fifth week, six to go,
My poegging site, no one voted for, oh no...
No one cared, no one dared, maybe too trivial,
No one found this site influential;
It's a new concept, everyone's feeling,
You couldn't believe yet I'm serious in what I'm doing?
I even invented a new word, "poegging,"
As you may know now, it's poetically blogging;
More often than not, I love spontaneity,
Just like now, I'm poegging from my head, directly.
I've poegged about My Blogpals,
My first set, the originals;
I've poegged about a Hongkong friend,
To her serious problems, I've listened.
When I was looking for someone like me,
Beaman's World really gave me glee;
Even just to reply to a posting,
With idea different from my thinking.
I can only fully agree,
To a post I replied to immediately;
Even in my own dialect, I replied,
To Pazing's complaints, I tried.
Mitchteryosa made me cry,
It cut my heart, that's why;
And it was really Zubli,
Who got mystified to my ability.
I plan to visit as many blogs as I can,
To feature them, would you be my fan?
I wish to be voted as Top One,
But only you can help me run.
Who knows, you might even win,
One hundred dollars, come do the spin;
When you visit the rules of the contest,
Remember my site, enter with zest!
I'm thinking of applying this blog for PPP,
You know, posting of ads in exchange for money;
Monetizing my blog for maximum usability,
There's just one challenge that will face me.
This is a poegging site as you can see,
Every posts I've had, I've done poetically;
Can I keep up with my poegging ability,
Will advertisers want to hire me?
I wasn't over with my internet activity,
When I got disconnected around two-thirty;
I tried to reconnect but it failed repeatedly,
When I manually dialed, I got disconnected already.
I meant my phoneline couldn't call no more,
This cannot be, the internet's my store;
I went to Digitel, paid bills that soar,
Now I'm back, great to be connected once more!
There's a man named Zubli,
Who focused on synchronicity;
He tries to promote everyone,
In his booklike blog, while having fun.
He said he's shy, I don't know,
He looked so friendly, though;
Maybe he's just being modest,
He exudes salesmanship at his best.
If you don't believe me, look at his site,
And you will see that I am right;
He isn't shy, just look at his pic,
You'll probably be one of his picks of the week.
Zubli, Zubli, listen to me,
This is what's brewing, can you see?
A poem for you, only for you,
As I poeg for the day before it's due.
My townmate shared a story,
Showing her father's glory;
Father's Day will soon be,
Her story brought out tears in me.
Tears of joy and happiness,
The fulfillment of one's success;
Amidst troubles and sacrifices,
Love abounding, hearts caress.
In his time when kids were much younger,
He went abroad to solve the hunger;
But when the wheel of life rolled and he got under,
His elder child was blessed to share her shoulder.
It took some years before she came home,
When finances allowed, 30 days she got to roam;
It was so short, time to leave for work again,
When she will be back, only time will tell when.
I was already dreaming on my bed,
You could consider me then half dead;
When I suddenly remembered,
My challenge, poegging that mattered.
So I got back up, now half awake poegging,
Typing while currently composing,
My head hitting the keyboard sometimes,
As I wake up from snappy oblivion at times.
Guess what I have beside me?
It's almost midnight, you see...
If you guessed I have coffee,
That's just perfect, it is, to me.
Well, I'm still doing my laundry,
The machine is spinning as it should be;
While I'm poegging tonight, till laundry's done,
Blog-hopping too, while my time says I can.
Some opportunities knock on your door,
To have more money so we can enjoy more;
But what's the consequence, what will we lose?
When you answer that door, what's your excuse?
You'll have to go, leave us behind,
We'll be apart, you'll be so unkind;
Ideas and thoughts, who will I talk to?
Muscles I depend on, you're much needed here too!
What will the kids miss when you leave them behind?
The times when you play, oh don't be so blind!
The stories you tell each time every night,
Your experiences in life, it is the night's highlight.
The lessons you learned, to them you impart,
To fight life's battle, to be street smart;
How can you be the man of the house?
If you'll leave us behind, you can't, I suppose!
Life may have always been a struggle for money,
But God provided everything, can't you see?
It is more important to have a whole family,
For better or for worse, God designed us to be.
Hindi mahirap magkunwari,
Kung dugong artista'y namamayani;
Imahinasyon lang ang kailangan,
Konsentrasyon ay dapat galingan.
Malungkot ka man, pwedeng masaya,
Kung ang nililiyag mo'y maligaya;
Malakas ka man kay Darna,
Tanggal yan pag lashing ka.
Kung kalungkutan ang gusto mong ipakita,
Kahit sa kalaliman ng budhi mo'y masaya;
Maghiwa ng sibuyas na sangkaterba,
Ewan ko na lang kung di ka magngangangawa.
Bakit mo naman gustong magdepre-depresan,
Pangpaawa ba yan kung kanino man?
Pero kung ito'y tawag ng tanghalan,
Isipin mo na lang ang laking kawalan.
"Everything is beautiful," you wrote,
I'll only agree, if I have to vote;
Though others may not see,
What eyes we have, really.
Beauty comes from within,
In our hearts and minds, it's believin';
There's good in every bad that we encounter,
It's the mindset, the outlook we deliver.
When bad things happen that's our concern,
There's always a lesson for us to learn;
We may have fallen to the ground,
Enjoy the beauty of the lesson found.
If you are a real friend,
And think not to offend;
You'd never think of lying,
Whatever reason you're thinking.
A lie is a lie is a lie,
However small, big, short or high;
There's no such lie as white,
Black, dark, nor bright.
If you are a real friend,
The truth you'll always defend;
If your friend listens to you,
You've gained respect from God too.
Beaman, Oh Beaman, I just saw your world,
I was so engrossed it got my coffee cold!
Was just blogging about how I haven't found,
Yet a writer like me, spontaneously sound.
I said I would visit all who made a mark,
Who visited my ceefive MyBlogLog park;
I clicked each of them, especially those new,
To my surprise, I'm glad I have found you!
So here's greeting you, a wonderful poegging day,
(It's a word I coined, it means poem blogging, okay?)
Because it's what I do, and you too,
My second poem for the day is all about you!
I may be strong yet I am weak,
Too many faults I make in a week;
I hate myself when weakness reigns,
It's just too hard when it's long lived in your veins.
O God, help me, help me overcome,
I want to be perfect in Your Kingdom;
Alone I am helpless, I always fail,
With You it's possible, all hail!
It doesn't matter if you were hurt before,
What you have right now is what matters more;
The past was allowed for you to go through,
That you may appreciate what's now laid before you.
We learn from the past, that's what's important,
The future is yet, ever so distant;
Now is here, live for what today brings,
So tomorrow when you look back, joy, it sings.
I had some brandy,
Now I'm still tipsy;
Spent some quiet ecstacy,
In his arms, oh so dreamy.
I realized suddenly,
A task I got to see;
Done, it has to be,
Before twelve, this post is free.
I know that you are undergoing,
Trials deep, I'm here, listening;
I won't stop you from your crying,
Loosen up, let tears fall, draining.
I won't pretend to know how you feel,
But for every hardship, look up to God's will;
For every seemingly negative situation,
Hold on, stand still, see His salvation.
On my end, there's nothing else I can do,
But to lend my ears and pray for you;
Hold your hand till you reach the finish line,
Don't give up, you're not alone, you will be fine.
I woke up at four,
Just like before;
I found you gone,
What have I done?
Did I miss to remind,
Myself, was I blind;
To always remember,
You, I should consider?
My heart is longing,
My head is aching;
I am in wanting,
Be with me, I'm waiting.
My head is splitting,
Eyes are straining;
Neck is stiffing,
Brains are filling.
Too much blogging,
and of course, reading;
Thought, can't be skipping,
This target of poegging.
In my room, I undressed,
I'm so tired, you caressed;
My whole body, smoothly,
Let me dream, wait for me...
I'm in a jeepney,
My eyes, very sleepy;
With strong humidity,
The rain is good to visit me.
Five minutes passed, maybe,
Everyone's leaving me;
I realized that my jeepney,
Kissed the side of an AUV.
Came to my senses suddenly,
Awake, I have to be;
Rode another jeepney,
But missed the stop I should be.
The rain fell hard so suddenly,
Ran to a nearby shed so slippery;
When the rain got drizzly,
I reached my mom's house safely.
I was the stone you once found precious,
The others you threw, kept me, gracious;
Years have passed through all sorts of weather,
Despite my weaknesses, we still stuck together.
Many times I am the reason,
You curse the day you chose the stone;
Please be forgiving, my love is true,
I am nothing without you.
Many times I've failed you,
Your little patience grew;
Not your normal way,
You got better, day by day.
The times your fuse snaps,
I know it's just a lapse;
I hold on to what you uttered,
You love me, though you suffered.
My eldest is a high school sophomore,
Last day to enroll, can't be late;
Out we went, all us four,
Happy kids, to Jollibee we ate
I am nodding my head,
Not in agreement;
But to the call of my bed,
I'm a wasted element.
I almost got home at midnight,
After an exciting eyeball;
It was really a delight,
Than mere having a call.
Finally we met Chuva,
Of chuvachienes.com;
Excited me, JC and Bea,
The Philippines is our home.
Weeks ago it was with Ros,
From Italy she came;
Who will be the cause,
Of the 3rd Grand EB fame?
I'm not in the mood,
Right now I'm no good;
Headache's at war with my head,
I think I must go to bed.
Got my ASUS V80,
To function, finally;
Now I'm mopoegging,
Check if it's working.
I'm so tired today,
Good thing it's Friday;
In a while I'll be resting,
Sabbath is such a blessing.
Been tired of nonstop blogging,
My eyes are swelling, begging;
Almost sunset, I'll be away,
Will be back evening of Saturday.
Five minutes left, I almost forgot,
The challenge I face, to quit I cannot;
Was busy today, can't just agree,
With the answer that Globe Telecom gave me.
Was setting my phone, though was told it can't be,
To keep up with communication's technology;
What if I'm away, can't log in someday,
I just can't give up, so I'm cramming today.
I just have to focus, can't entertain panic,
It will not help me, not a good tactic;
I'm almost there, two minutes to go,
I'll end this now, can't be tense, no, no.
One day, while surfing, I saw a link,
That curiously got me to think;
What could be over there,
That makes it famously everywhere?
I landed on Reyna Elena's site,
Some posts are heavy, mostly light;
Remarks are so funny,
I almost laughed endlessly.
And then I met Kutangbato,
A teacher who speaks gay linggo;
Yet deep inside of Kuta's mind,
She is the intelligent kind.
Let me tell you about Diwa,
Who loves to shoot her camera;
With pictures sublime--
Do it again, sometime.
The StarTalk of the palace,
It's Chuva Chienes, who else?
Also a netrepreneur,
Finding ways to earn, for sure!
All four are from the USA,
Filipinos at heart, what can you say?
That's just half my collection,
Of friends I made with blog addiction.
Let me introduce Ros to you,
Who just came home while skies are blue;
The only Filipino in Italy,
My quotey friend speaks fluently.
Bea may be small, but incredible,
Although shy, she's amicable;
If you think your comments should be censored,
Use parentheses to have them covered!
The youngest is JC, the mountain climber,
Don't underestimate her, I thought she's taller;
She goaled to climb as many mountains she can,
Before classes start, to blogging, she'll be back again.
Last but not the least, in comes Ghandee,
Who got addicted to the palace as we;
She read all our posts from down memory lane,
Done her assignment well, I'm glad she's still sane.
When Ros came home, we had a grand EB,
Myself included (of course!), Bea and JC;
We had our moments at Max, Festival Mall,
Priceless pictures, I took some, if not all.
I blog because I love to write,
Can't speak my feelings right;
I blog because my thoughts are heard,
Even if some think I'm weird.
I blog because of technology,
That makes the world closer to me;
I blog because I was told,
That I can earn from posts I hold.
I blog because of friends I've earned,
From them so much I've learned;
I blog because I want to share,
What I know, for those who care.
I blog because, most especially,
Of hunger I keep patiently;
Just so I'd see what you just said,
That's how I miss your cracking head.
I hate being late,
It irks me if you be;
Though my patience you will taste,
You'll turn me off badly.
As I entered the MRT,
The train's coming, oh no!
I had to run speedily,
I'm getting off my stop now.
(Composed on my way to a 1pm meeting while
boarding the MRT from Magallanes to Quezon Ave.
I was the first to arrive, 30 minutes early.)
It's ten twenty-four according to my status bar,
Just got home after a long day from afar;
It's but normal every Saturday,
To church we go, very glad for the rest day!
I switched on the PC as soon as we came,
To meet my deadline, poegging is my game;
It's just Day 2, just barely beginning,
Three hundred sixty three more days of poegging!
After this post, I'll go blog hopping,
Check my visitors, I hope they're enjoying;
I'm almost done, I don't have to worry,
I'm meeting my deadline, it's just ten forty!
The title says it all,
A challenge I did call;
For fun, if indeed I can,
Blog poetically until when.
Just for myself, feel free,
Don't fret, enjoy what you see;
It's impromptu, dear reader,
And I'm the happy player.
'Tis a challenge I'm not sure,
If I can make it truly pure;
But how else can I know,
If I won't start now?
Mostly, maybe, each will be shallow,
Depth will come as I grow;
Meanwhile here's my post for the day,
I'll be back Saturday evening, okay?
