Fear
Arrested
In
Trusting
Heart.
Heavy
Oppressive
Pain
Exits.
Lord’s
Omnipresent
Voice
Endures.
-Gilda Patricia
Tag: poetry
The Lone Poet
Scaling the endless,
Breadth of the imagination,
And braving the solitary,
Depth of the human spirit,
With surprising grace and ease.
Capturing life’s elusive,
Inner rhythm,
Single heartedly;
The Lone Poet.
Traversing the inner landscape,
Of the human heart.
Stepping gingerly,
Through pathways and corridors,
Overgrown with richness,
And brimming with life;
Such a beautiful sight!
The Lone Poet,
Whose lines and verse,
Keep pace with humanity’s,
Brightest days,
And darkest nights,
Never really walks alone.
-Gilda Patricia
‘Kilig’-Butterflies in One’s Stomach
Keeping
Impassioned
Laughter
In
Gastro
-Gilda Patricia
Written for WordHighJuly, and the July 1st Filipino word is ‘Kilig’
meaning- butterflies in one’s stomach. Set by https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/
In My Element
(This is Part II of my last poem “Deep Sea Inner Diver.”-Further explaining why I dive.)
Some would call my diving,
Reckless, pointless, morbid, or just wrong,
But not all hear the call of the Sea.
Some are children of the Earth and Sky,
Still others dance with Fire,
To come alive.
Four elements making up,
One body of explorers,
No one less necessary.
A true Piscean at heart,
Most at home,
In the ever-gifting, ever-shifting,
Ever-loving sea.
Reclaiming lost pieces,
And reconnecting with humanity.
Truth be told,
If it weren’t for God,
And my fellow soul companions,
I’d have long ago drown.
-Gilda Patricia
Deep Sea “Inner” Diver
Diving bravely into the
Murky mess of my emotions,
If I go down deep enough,
The water becomes,
Crystal clear;
Revealing facets and aspects,
Of a life once buried at sea,
But never lost there.
Encapsulated only,
In pretend coffins,
As nothing left unfinished,
Really dies.
Shipwrecked chambers,
Of my heart,
Resurrected.
Sunken treasure found.
-Gilda Patricia
The Starless Day
A man without a shadow,
Is equally displaced,
As a star deprived of,
The night sky,
To shine it’s lovely face.
-Gilda Patricia
Brick Walls and Butterflies
You say you love me,
But you don’t know me,
So how…?
The weight of this question,
Hangs oppressively,
Over my bones.
Why this brick wall,
Barricading my spirit?
And yet, I don’t even,
Really know me.
The more I live,
The deeper I go,
And the more I see.
Gathering small pebbles (of truth),
From this unknowable,
Free flowing Stream.
But God, You know and love me,
And so my heart is joyful, light and free,
As a butterfly taking it’s final flight home.
Infinity’s daughter,
Blessed by life’s endless discoveries.
Carried softly on the wind,
Of God’s love,
Accompanied by other,
Beautiful butterfly souls;
Our collective humanity.
(Because brick walls can’t fence butterflies in…)
-Gilda Patricia
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fence
Emptying My Suitcase in Heaven
If I was given the chance,
Before making the trip to heaven,
To pack up one suitcase,
Full of heart memories,
To take with me,
Upon my arrival,
Through those pearly gates,
Stopping immediately,
To empty my suitcase,
The first thing to take out,
Would be the memory of your smile;
Those pearly whites,
Shining their bright light,
Back at me,
Having lifted and carried me forward,
Through most of my days.
And so, there is no question,
When moving upward and onward,
They’d remain with me.
-Gilda Patricia
This is not Unconditional Love
What’s more romantic than,
Giving yourself away,
For love?
What’s more meaningful?
What more is there worth,
Living for?
My mind is your mind,
My soul is your soul,
We are of one heart,
One body, one life;
Once my only wish.
But love doesn’t require,
Giving myself away;
Only God is capable,
Of surviving,
That sacrifice.
God protected me,
From myself;
Set me on a healing path,
So many years ago,
Against my smaller will.
Thank You God,
For showing me,
Real Unconditional love.
-Gilda Patricia
Seasons of Love and Hope
God’s love cannot be held in any container,
But permeates out to touch us,
Pouring forth like sunlight.
Maybe we can’t always feel the warmth,
Directly on our skin,
As we do in the summer of our lives;
As the Summer sun warms us,
Like no other season.
There’s a million sad stories in the world,
Every one, to me, a thing of beauty;
Stories of our fragility and our humanity.
Somehow the Springing forth of new life,
Or new love, like the first bud from a Winter‘s thaw,
Will always capture my hope and imagination.
The most beautiful gift a human does possess,
Is the power within, to keep loving,
In spite of a Fall.
These are the stories I never grow weary,
Of seeing or reading or hearing,
Like an Adele love song.
–Gilda Patricia
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/summer
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