Playing Savior

Every day,

I take a step,

and each day,

you walk,

away.

 

If only…

you would,

 get close enough,

to catch a glimpse,

of my Light,

 in your pupils.

 

Why won’t,

you let me,

save you?

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 14 word-balintataw (n.) The pupil of my eye

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Challenge set by, A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles

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Independent Cords

As the stars hung softly,

In the night sky,

You serenaded around me,

Moonlight dancing,

In your eyes.

 

Coaxed,

By a tone of sincerity,

In your wooing,

Heady from your,

Sweet words spinning,

 

My heart-strings took to vibrating,

reverberating strongly,

And of their own ac-cord;

An accompaniment, 

To your soothing vocals.

 

Is my heart really fluttering?

Perhaps, it’s just the wind.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 13 word- Harana (n.) The act of wooing someone by serenading him or her.

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Challenge set by, A Reading Writer blog, and Doodles and Scribbles

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For My Son

God broke off

a piece of the sun,

when He sent,

my son.

Passionate and fiery,

such a brilliant light!

Bursting ball of energy,

of creativity, of love.

Beams of exuberance,

dance from his eyes,

while streams of joy,

trail his laughter.

A smile to capture,

and warm the heart,

of every storm cloud,

passing through dreary skies…

Sharing this “humaling,”

for my son.

Love, Your Mom

-Gilda Patricia

Day 11 word- “humaling” (n.) Extreme fondness

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles.

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A Letter of Longing

Dear Lord,

This place with many,

              Neither happy, loved or free,

 Away from here,

    Won’t You please take me!

I’m tired of the pain that surrounds,

Dear Lord, why must this be?

         When I long for sunny faces,

Of singers crooning,

Children laughing,

    Lover’s swooning,

People dancing,

     Flowers blooming,

           Poet’s minds wandering,

          Senior citizens meandering,

Economy booming,

  No need for pandering,

  Starlight flickering,

Fiddlers fiddling,

No more bickering!

 

   Days of joy,

   For future generations,

   This poet’s letter is

   My pagsamo.

   Love, me.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Written for Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles

Word of the day, Day 9-pagsamo (n.) The act of pleading

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Waves of Forgiveness

Your heart like tranquil waters,

Smooth sailing,

On peaceful seas,

 

Suddenly halted,

By the crashing wave,

Of my outburst.

 

Set adrift,

By my choppy undercurrent;

 

The life inside your heart,

Now as tepid water,

Stagnant and clipped…

 

Thankfully raised up,

In the wake of,

My amends.

 

Your waves of forgiveness,

Soothe my silakbo.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Written for Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

Day 8- silakbo- meaning: emotional outburst.

Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s Blog, and Doodles and Scribbles.

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/