Wildflower

There’s a fine art to 

Being polite and authentic, 

At the same time…

Drawing outside the lines,

Without stepping on anyone’s toes?

But only doing “as is expected…”

Stopping at predetermined red lights,

And moving when they say go,

Stunts our personal freedom,

To live and grow,

Putting a shade over life’s

Intuitive inner glow…

Freely being ourselves would surely

Throw some messy incongruity

Into otherwise stagnant spaces…

Mixing things up,

Firing off synapses,

Causing seeds to become wildflowers.

Stirring up all kinds of trouble…

For those who prefer plastic roses,

To the real thing.

 

Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

God’s Property

Too complex (complicated)

To be fully known, understood.

Too fragile to be

Used and abused,

Had and discarded,

Controlled and pinned down.

Too sensitive to accept or live

Inauthentic lives.

Too protected

To claim “victimhood,”

Defeat or despair.

Too loved to

Hide away, lie in fear,

Or shrivel up and die…

God’s Property

Through and through…

100% Eternal life,

Freedom, peace, joy, love,understanding,

Eternal bliss…

My birthright.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Born Free

I needed to learn the value,

Of the freedom found,

In rewarding myself,

With my own being-ness…

To light a candle,

Put on my favorite music,

Do something just for me…

Draw,

Journal,

Take a bath,

Write a poem,

Read a good book…

Fill myself up, to overflowing,

With Love Divine,

Because,

I’m worth it.

I just forgot…

I was free since birth.

 

Gilda Patricia

Freedom for Rainbows

If we could, would we…

 Tell a star,

Not to shoot across the sky?

Not invite all their friends,

To  come out after dark?

Prevent a rainbow from stretching,

Arm long,

Through firmament…

 Instead, stealing pot of gold?

 

Unfair as,

Clipping child’s angel wings,

Curbing sweet dreams…

Only biting words,

And unbroken silence,

Swallowing their mirth…

 

JUST BECAUSE CAN.

 

Thankfully God fortifies children,

Rainbows and shooting stars,

With splendid and resilient spirits;

Colorful and glorious,

When unmuted.

 

We can’t stop rain clouds  from crying…

But if rainbows and shooting stars,

Have full license to shine,

Would not God’s children,

Most adored and protected,

Also get their time?

 

Rainbows of joy, love and freedom,

For all God’s children,

To come… 

After the rain.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

 

 

Dangerous Bedfellows

Out on a limb,

 Hanging over the precipice,

 Terrifying and thrilling, all at once,

This risky business, of being me.

 

Does life offer a more sensible solution?

Would it be better,

To “lie” around in bed,

With the living dead, instead?

 

Wrapped up,

Nice and tight,

With my “comforter,”

Of false security?

 

Siping with vampires and zombies;

Those depleting,

And troublesome bedfellows!

Sacrificing my life blood?

 

No thanks!

I’d rather dip my toes,

In humanity’s living sea,

Swimming naked, shameless and free…

 

Risking being me.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

Day 15 word-siping (v.) to lie down beside someone

 

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

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

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

Before My Eyes!

Crossing over multidimensional lines,

Where dreams,

Simultaneously collide,

In vividness and color,

 

Closing the gap,

Of separation,

And erasing,

My sense of loss.

 

Pupils dilate,

In fascination, wonder and awe,

As eagles soar,

On wings of Love.

 

Unearthing and retrieving,

Lost pieces of me;

Discovering a new country,

Of freedom.

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

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

Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words

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

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