the attempt to capture you on my lens that cost next to nothing the image would stand out among the few in millions worth without retouching
a frame would make it so fancy others would command a price that’s costly ‘though they see it as a thing of value to me it’s priceless, ’cause I have you
they didn’t evolve as one of what they were conscious of two distinct people each has different dreams to pursue together they exist but it didn’t make them grow a brighter one, their future might be so let them be apart, let each be free
today, i woke up with some thoughts should i write or just forgo the day noises i heard of today’s punches are lifting me up from the bed intensity of spirit is driving me out away from the usual me
i saw a caravan of weakened souls heading to a point unknown with open hands raised to the heavens their faces looked tired and blown
from my window i heard the blubbering shouts of anger i could hardly understand an inspiration, a subject, should they be? paper and pen… an echo, be the draft’s body ?
when no dreams are left to dream no roads to tread and shadows to follow no hints of footprints to trace and track a calm sleep tonight is hard to wish for will the sunrise wake you up and greet tomorrow with a wooden smile a star-gazer in an angry sky tonight delaying chances is another time wasted dreams don’t speak when and where to begin dreamers wait for hell to freeze over
feeling the cold wind in an open sea of guilt warm as a summer’s heat i could never see where hatred was built
a castle made of stone at the top of a lonely throne people living in there can’t find a little love a simple, warm, and tender care
friendly a smile, sincere a hug can the utmost difference make where kindness could be plucked from anyone else down the road not from the one whose heart is locked...
i walked into the center of broken reveries befuddled and flummoxed, i shared a stumped image of the beginning’s birth marked moments at the spilled beans captured the past glories and shames with recognition or admission of guilt…
the green leaves dancing with the wind whichever direction they sway to they’re all hostile to my sentiments which exude from an empty smile, many have observed that i hoard a lot of winter’s dreary lonesome smirk …
a place of withdrawn importance left to the exclusion of comfort he’ll live with it inside always welcoming a silence
at the boundaries of grief and laughter hurdling human nature’s limits inside his heart, mind and spirit he would be blowing victory’s trumpet
euphoria of stars will finally spark flashing a thousand words of joy truth running its course on rivers and streams launching a thousand honest dreams
the certainty of things bound to begin driving on the road through thick and thin shattered struggles breaking some efforts and kill the prize awaiting up on the hill … ___________
sometimes dreadful words will hurt sharp as the thinnest edge of a knife at times a rose can bring the sun up lighten the sky unbending your twisted life flowers can be the talk of wisdom the sunshine of long awaited hope your source of envisioned strength to win back the better life you once owned
a prophet speaks theatrically what tomorrow would bring his eyes would whisper either the truth or the lie but your heart could feel his heart his truth is another one’s lie another’s uncertainty is his accuracy neither he nor the other can’t tell the genuineness of reality
This is one of my first posts trying again to present myself to the WordPress world as a result of forgetting my password in my other account. I’ve decided to open another account rather than trying countless passwords that flash into my mind. Let me post this again to add a little more readers in my favor. Here it is…
I have few friends. Befriending anyone demands my feel. A feeling of lightness towards a person may lead to consider opening up a conversation. Physical appearance is insignificant. Through a conversation, my first impression could be partially based and I could gamble for a second plunge.
This is how friend is defined by the dictionary. I took only three significant definitions. I thought that using pictures will further boost what the dictionary says.
It is a noun.
1.a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
Photo by Manuel Torres Garcia on Pexels.com ________________
i shot the moon with my eyes i fired bullets and hit it twice first, it landed on the crust but missed Lunar Maria and Lunar Terrae it bore a deep hole into the mantle reached the core, outer and inner the hardest part the inner core like your heart i can’t ignore
the second bullet passed thru your mind it made some convincing to be noticed not playing blind thanks god your outer core have melted that left the inner core be thawed softened, moved and beat towards this heart of mine may you shine bright all thru the night…
In the midst of the olden days reeling off from my mind it lays gone-by moments years i’ve used-up I only take-in the good ones back
rough forbearance triggered my tears hurting my heart and it did coerce rebounding memories keep talking in silence knocking at the door of my lucid conscience
i will be home i know not when the good, the bad the excuses and then prayers were said its righteous acumen so be it, judgment among men
memories of laughter and delight saved and secured in my mind maintained and guarded by my heart locked with honor and pride
of all the happy journals and notes i’ll wish that i could remember the days of my notable enduring youth that were swarmed and blessed with love and cheers from my family and friends during the puzzling and tricky moments trekking the road, crossways and bends
it was a time when teens were so careless and free not yet ripe as a fruit they thought abstractly grasping cognitive changes while in puberty they wanted a life lived independently
building identities approaching adulthood parent’s conveyed some guidance teens resented creating a feud feelings of indifference taken as an insult things not ironed out too hot to handle and wrinkled
through the passing of time differences collided but chances were so kind complexities changed and adjusted as parental love is forgiving and so does of teen’s i felt overjoyed and sunny kisses and hugs done just like a movie…
As I scrolled down my works for a visit, I passed this poem of mine that I wrote two years ago and read it over.
I came to realize that although the bridge was built with bamboo materials it has served its purpose appropriately well.
I was certain that bridges are of help to people to move around and it couldn’t be denied that it has served the community in many ways. Credit goes to the BAMBOO and its builders.
a kettle in an open flame half filled with water i laid my eyes on it and saw scratches of the past walled with some grains of rust like the knights of an era who encircled a palace and defended it triumphantly against the foes of fire
as the water boiled loud bubbles cried to be freed from internal heat and into my cup filled with coffee, sugar and cream
a little swirling with a spoon brown pool of liquid into my system down into the sea of troubled mass gave some satisfaction to the body …
golden trees of summer with foliage in gold together with its flowers are maturing tenfold season’s period is ending a new one knocks to begin autumn will be unfolding life’s new chapter is calling as the cycle goes a-changing the elders will be retiring at this season’s end autumn leaves start to fall
it might be, you were not aware
when you were young, you were under my care
i fed you when you were thirsty and hungry
the available meats, chicken and turkey
i remember how your growl rumbled
and i felt so afraid
your eyes met mine like a spear
piercing the deepest part of my fear
reminiscing, how sharp your fangs were
i really felt very scared
the first time you bragged about those teeth
i felt i'm already dead
through the shivering fears
i've seen you grabbed and attacked your prey
biting those cuts and deep-rooted wounds
i was a witness on how you slayed
now we've met again after so many years
your presence i missed, made me shed some tears
memories of you being ferocious in the wild
made me wonder how gentle you were, when you hug me
like a child
i wish we could be together, even for a short time
so we could play again i missed to act in mime
kindness and love i have shown you then
i say, goodbye for now, 'till we meet again
_________________
i don’t have to dream anymore i don’t have to touch the clouds and ride the moon i don’t have to reach the stars, the milky way to roam i just don’t have to…
whenever i think of myself the things that i want for me the future i want to be i just think of you from here to eternity
i don’t want to dream anymore if i’ll fail having you i don’t want to dream anymore what’s the use of life without you
but i will find you even if i cease to dream someday the dream will find me looking for you
then we’ll meet halfway between the clouds and the moon among the stars and milky way and we will be the stars of the dream….soon
by : Bacardi Gold the story will be said to unfold and launch a narrative score of truth releasing unfounded pickled flaws snaking through the jagged stones . winding erratic lines submerged deep in a silent sea of myth talking heads with mouths unturned leading its way out sitting on the tongue . heart pounding […]
“I will not do this again, I swear !” (Anicycle at Kampo Juan, Bukidnon, Philippines)
____________________ Anicycling – biking on steel rope (Zip Line ) _________
The photographer said, “At the count of three, raise your hands, 1, 2, 3 “. I did not do it. The order fell on deaf ears. My knees were trembling while my companion was enjoying the thrill of his life. He was at the peak of fun while I was in labor finishing the distance of toeing the line.
not yet a seasoned one tending a younger heart keeping it from the rain guarding it from harm
the past was a lovely thing we said okay and willingly reaching the stars without wings our world was never empty
we filled it with bliss and laughter with pleasure and blessedness the nights were in rainbow colors words were sweet without bitterness
we’d like to sing the same old song playing all over again the melody love notes of trust that went along lay open that life is beautiful…Happy Valentines Day !
when your voice speaks from nowhere it echoes in my mind from somewhere often i hear it so gentle and meek your soft voice is the tone i always seek
when your heart and mine beat as one exploding like the sound of a gun i knew your mind was speaking to me so i gave myself so easily
but one day my tears were unnoticed on my lonesome self i cried the loudest with my pillow i embraced the tightest ’cause i considered you my very best
why did you give me this freedom i didn’t ask for independence felt your worth since the welcome need nothing so far the distance
but you confessed there’s another love you played it so well thru the years leaving me here hurt inside of me you will always be the echo in my ears…
i hear what’s left behind the wall voices of thoughts in the annals of history colorful as they go, gently fade and fall from the shaken leaves of charred antiquity
golden recollection glitters with fire imprisoned by the scorching heat of desire hot quill and boiling ink in dipping stance to write and sculpt budding minds of the young
in time the world will know how it was being caged like a slave in a time when roads laid with iron thorns way to adore a king with ivory horns
suppressed rights no longer act what’s free afraid to talk against a king of mystery appropriately termed him a monkey dictator his every word done in shades of color…
generations of life slipped through the canvas trampled people’s rights remained harassed hearts and minds that constantly bleed Freedom, sidetracked by ill power and greed…
like a bird made captive by a man sad and lonely, guarded by a gun… love in the wild, happy being free jubilant and playful, living on a tree…
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Reading sad love stories or watching emotional TV series can easily make some people cry while others find it hard to shed some tears.
It is a normal thing seeing most people cry at funerals. It is in that situation that arouses their emotions that make them cry. Losing a loved one can have an immediate emotional response that may eventually lead to crying more than the normal.
Sadness, anger, and even happiness can induce crying. It is believed to be an outlet or a result of a burst of intense emotional sensations during happy events and painful occurrences.
In a study, most people feel better after the crying episode. It activates the parasympathetic nervous system (PNS) which help people relax. It regulates their emotions, helps them to be calm and reduce their own stress level.
Crying is primarily an attachment behavior, as it rallies support from the people around us. This is known as an interpersonal or social benefit.
Additionally, it makes people feel good and may also ease both physical and emotional pain. In this way, crying can help reduce pain and promote a sense of well-being.
It helps lift people’s spirits and make them feel better. As well as relieving pain, oxytocin and endorphins can help improve mood. This is why they are often known as “feel good” chemicals.
Researchers believe that crying could reduce the levels of these chemicals in the body, which could, in turn, reduce stress. More research is needed into this area to confirm this.
However, it follows that the calming, mood-enhancing, and pain-relieving effects of crying may help a person fall asleep more easily.
Crying helps to kill bacteria and keep the eyes clean as tears contain a fluid called lysozyme. The fluid had such powerful antimicrobial properties that it could even help to reduce risks presented by bioterror agents.
Basal tears, which are released every time a person blinks, help to keep the eyes moist and prevent mucous membranes from drying out.
As the National Eye Institute explains, the lubricating effect of basal tears helps people to see more clearly. When the membranes dry out, vision can become blurry.
“Another interesting discovery about the content of tears was made by Dr. William H. Frey II, a biochemist at the St. Paul-Ramsey Medical Center in Minnesota. He and his team analyzed two types of tears: the emotional ones (crying when emotionally upset and stressed) and the ones arising from irritants (such as crying from onions). They found that emotional tears contained more of the protein-based hormones, prolactin, adrenocorticotropic hormone, and leucine enkephalin (natural painkiller), all of which are produced by our body when under stress. It seems as if the body is getting rid of these chemicals through tears. That explains why we usually feel better after a good cry.”
So, there you go. Cry as much as you want – it is probably good for you. But no cheating by inducing crying with onions. Your tear glands know the difference.” _________________________________________________________________________________
Little rains, whispers of the twilight want to know where you’ve been sunset hides from the clouds they fell in the silence of the world’s noise Little rains, droplets of diamonds glisten through the near-night sky catch the weakened rays of the sun comfort the tears, smile and dry your eyes
To be a recipient of an award is a humble achievement. A justification of all my undertakings in blogging. It is a gesture of recognition and an inspiration as well.
Rajani Blogs wants to know more about myself and he asks the following questions :
What inspired you to start your blog?
I retired from work on July 2013.I started using and playing the laptop on October 2013 but blogging was not taken seriously. It was just an amusement cheering myself how to pass the time. Sometimes it was a learning process, but most of the times, it was just for fun. I did not exert so much effort on blogging until I have read an article from WordPress which the writing style of the author caught my attention. I really like how she went around about her subject. It was the number of comments and Likes that attracted me to be one of those future commenters. I began exploring how to be in the world of WordPress which required a great number of hours patiently studying the hows of laptop operations. Learning a little, I started to write musings, and poems until it blossomed into full time writings. Serious compositions began in October 2014 and up to this day, I’m enjoying the pleasure of blogging. On May 2018 I stopped my laptop adventures because traveling grabbed the opportunity to blog further. Intermittently, I’d post something produced by inspiration once in a while. The whole year of 2019 was a lazy year for me until March 2020, where the lockdowns were implemented and I was caught and entangled in the province due to those limited acts of movement due to the corona virus pandemic. These lockdowns made me to be confined in the house for four months, thus, doing nothing kept me busy again in my beloved blogging thing.
2.Which type of book do you like to read?
It’s been gathering dust since we graduated from college a long time ago. It’s browning now, and those volumes really need to be browsed. It’s the ENCYCLOPEDIA AMERICANA in 30 volumes.
3.Write a short note about gender relating to your place’s culture.
Nowadays, gender equality is not only a fundamental human right but a basis for a peaceful, prosperous and sustainable world. In my place, it has been accepted in society that women has to do the household chores while men has to do the odd jobs as he is the head of the family. But slowly, females are catching up what men can do. There are already female taxi drivers, female tricycle drivers, female welders, female mechanics, etc. But it will take a long time for females to fully adopt to changes, that is, to be fully absorb in the workforce where men dominates.
4.What type of lifestyle do you prefer?
I like the city life but, once in a while I’m missing the provincial life style which is slow. In the city you have to rush everything. You have to run after your time. There’s so much traffic. Everybody is in a hurry. So now, I prefer the slow style of living, provincial life style.
5.What is your advice to all people of the world at this pandemic time of COVID 19?
My advice is : Follow what your government tells you. It’s for your own good. If you want to die early, don’t use your pandemic paraphernalia. Don’t observe physical distancing. Don’t wash your hands properly. Stay outdoors. In a week’s time you’ll die on the street of no return.
My contenders for the Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award are:
“Travel far enough, you meet yourself “- David Mitchell
“I love the feeling being anonymous in a city I’ve never been before” – anonymous
Traveling alone can be engaging and fun. But it depends on the place you want to go. To a place where it’s only me and my shadow are making the journey is somehow a gratifying adventure. Being adventurous is always an all-knowing task. Making it a point that you’re fully informed of the place you’re going to. Making sure that you are alert on other people’s advises. In my case, I searched the internet for possible advisories. I armed myself with enough instructions and tips about what, when, where, and how’s on my way to and back. Monetary considerations is always a must. To be a tourist in the eyes of my host is satisfying but I need to act both, a tourist and a traveler. I look braver as a traveler.
“The arch, 18 metres (59 ft) wide, 4 metres (13 ft) deep and 11 metres (36 ft) high, is surmounted by a 10 feet (3 m) tall brass image of Our Lady of Peñafrancia and two angels on each side. The main portal’s two small gates each accommodate three persons, while the central portal accommodates at least eight persons.“
“The arch was commissioned by the Archdiocese of Cáceres, and its construction was financed by the Peñafrancia Devotees of Metro Manila Foundation Inc. with General Salvador Mison as its director.[1] It was designed by architect Gian Paolo P. Priela and completed under the direction of engineer Noriel L. Villar. The Porta Mariae was blessed and inaugurated by Archbishop Leonardo Legaspi on 9 September 2010.[1]“
The first time I saw it, I wondered why they painted it black or somewhat like dark gray. Perhaps to look elegant and in harmony with the other colors of the surrounding which is gray.
This is the altar of the Basilica of Our Lady of Penafrancia . That’s me.
This is the glass dome fronting the Basilica.
There are other beautiful churches in Naga city worth visiting. This only proves that Naga city is a devoted Christian city. They are a very religious people and adhere to Christian values .
Is it unusual to make a post out of a comment from a confidant? This concerns about the images during my sleep. I am a little bit distracted about the causes of those images . Why that kind of images in succession was created in my mind as I was at rest.
Last week, I wrote about my dreams and at the last part of the post I ask if there’s anyone who can interpret scenes in my dream. Tony A. was the one who made an “in-depth analysis” of my dream. He replied intelligently about the images that appeared in my dreams. He acted like a psychiatrist, scientist, and a fortune teller at the same time. (smiles) But thanks to him, he was right. His interpretation was exactly what I was thinking everyday after all these months of the pandemic. Here’s the portion from my post last week for those who were not able to read the part:
Scene 1 :
“The queue was long and people were conversing with each other and overheard this. “What’s the job you’re applying for?” I was puzzled to be in that queue, lining for a job interview. ………I heard it. “He’s too gentle for the job.” I got more confused and clueless about the whole thing. “
Scene 2 :
“In that space of nothingness, I met my brother-in-law on a bike while I was waiting for a ride. I don’t know where I was going to. With my knapsack strapped on my back, I saw his face. He was a little bit concerned where I was going.“
Tony A. :
Here is Tony A.’s analysis :
“The queue outside the church represents the work and social connections of the society you live in. The ‘too gentle’ advice is you accepting you don’t fit into the pattern. The link with your brother -in-law shows you have a desire to travel and leave your present environment but have no definite plans -hence the look of concern on his face.”
I find his dissection of the scenes correct. The interpretation was precise. In anticipation of my desire to return to the big city was a big obstacle for me since I keep on worrying when it would be possible. Since the first lockdown in the country was imposed, I have already spent months in the province. And that’s what I’ve been thinking of. In addition, I really miss travelling inside and outside the country. One trip has already been cancelled due to this virus pandemic.
I tried searching
searching for something
something I don't have
I tried looking
looking for a thing
something i don't own
I tried claiming
claiming something not mine
words were said but not done
having something to own
but i didn't know i have it
surely,i don't know it
hard times were crossing my path
until my knees were wounded and torn
embracing my will to go on
my face was slapped a hundred times
my back was whipped a hundred more
but i didn't think of death
with cries of agony
i fought back with Hope
that it will end soon
but my life was hanging
with a tiny thread of chance
little did i know that i still have Strength
i hold on to that strength unknown to me
persevered and endured the pains of a fight
i crossed the inmost depths of ravines
and ignored the ravages of storms
dived the deepest of the ocean floors
survived the horrors of wars
now i know what i've been searching for
now i know what i'm looking for
now i have the courage of claiming it
it's the COURAGE that was hidden within me
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I have few friends. Befriending anyone demands my feel. A feeling of lightness towards a person may lead to consider opening up a conversation. Physical appearance is insignificant. Through a conversation, my first impression could be partially based and I could gamble for a second plunge.
This is how friend is defined by the dictionary. I took only three significant definitions. I thought that using pictures will further boost what the dictionary says.
It is a noun.
1.a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
to add (a person) to one’s list of contacts on a social media website:
An idiomatic expression of friend.
make friends with, to enter into friendly relations with; become a friend to.
There are many sub-topics about friends that could be discussed. Idioms, quotes, quotations, sayings, poems, and songs could be written about. Its significance could not be ruled out in our everyday undertakings. Its meaning could be put to practice. We could find friends anywhere. And enemies, too. But who needs one. I prefer trustworthy friends rather than bitter enemies. The world would be peaceful with friends. Count on me and let’s make this universe happy.
Friends could be an animal or nature. It doesn’t always mean to be humans. Even beasts could become a sweet friend. In some instances wild animals could be domesticated and eventually adopt our ways and behavior and become our dearest friend.
This is all for now. Be a friend to everybody. It’s worth to be one.
I’m waiting for a spark to strike me to begin a topic of discussion. Something that will ignite my mind and feelings to write. It hasn’t come to me at this moment. Maybe at the stretch of this piece it will come slowly and without my knowledge this writing is finished.
Inspiration ! This is what I am waiting for. Ideas. Feelings. Arousal of my mind. I still can’t advance the continuance of what I am looking for. Maybe I have to concentrate a little more. I have to do away with a little disturbance. But the distraction is making me think deeply enough. Hoping my train of thoughts would not be disturbed and break its continuity. Again, concentrate.
An inspiration is what I need to start coining some phrases and conceiving it as a sentence. Agreeing to what it means needs a little pondering of the mind. Sentence construction is of the essence. Stanzas will be formed as my sentences are grouped to one thought or scene.
Inspire me more !
Express a thought one after another. Write what my mind is reeling at the moment. Continue until it stop. Stoppage gives me the chance to think further to give me more millage. Continue as I begin again to step on the pedal of speed.
Is it time to end? Have my ideas been expressed to the limit? Tenses and others, checked? Did I picture it right about my ideas and views of what I have expressed in my sentences? The whole stanzas? The whole piece? Was it the truth?
Teacher.adventurer is a blog recounting my nostalgic experiences during my travel. I had visited many countries and territories already (about 17 nations) nevertheless, I am still looking forward to navigating the world like a free bird- a citizen without borders. Traveling for me is a wholesome stress relieving, a feeling that I exist like the wind, the water and a silt that go where they are destined to go, believing it will end up to certainties somewhere else. I TEACH to spread goodwill,environmental sustainability and peace in the world! #Travel.Environment.Advocacy.Culture.Harmony
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Hell, ruhig und klar, an wehmütige Erinnerungen rührend, zugleich aber mit einer milden Strenge in die Tiefe gehend. Schön wie ein Traum und greifbar wie die Wirklichkeit. (Tamiki Hara)
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