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.
