Minarkahan niya ang kanyang kalendaryo Taon taon ay napupuno nya bawat petsa dito
Lugar na kanyang napuntahan at pupuntahan Gayundin ang nakasamang pamilya at mga kaibigan
Ginawa niya ito simula pagkabata Bawat kalendaryong sinusulatan ay naiipon na Mula sa pagkadalaga hanggang mag asawa Hanggang sa mag ka anak at mag ka apo na
Palagi niyang plano bawat bagay na gagawin Nakamarka doon lahat ng mga bagay at habilin Sapagkat ayaw na may makaligtaan lalo ang okasyon Ang petsa sa kalendaryo nararapat na siya ay Naroon
Sa pagkalipas ng panahon kanyang mga naililistang mga kaibigan ay kaunti na Dumaragdag naman ang pag marka sa pagbisita Sa klinika Pakiramdam iba’t ibang lugar na tatanawin ay limitado na Sapagkat katawang aktibo noon ay unti -unting humihina
Sa kapal ng naipong kalendaryo laman ay masasayang bagay Mga petsa ,tao ,magagandang pook, mga ala ala na may saysay Mga minarkahan at pinunan ng sariling mga kamay Ala ala na mananatili hanggang sa kabilang buhay
Sa mundong ibabaw bawat galaw man ay nakaplano Iisa lamang ang nakaka alam kung saan ito patungo Ang mahalaga ang mabubuting bagay na nakamarka sa ating kalendaryo Ala alang mananatiling buhay sa mga maiiwang mga puso.
Dexter Amoroso is a registered writer and book editor at National Book Development Board. He authored the 5-star rated “Rustic Charm” and “STAY-AT-HOME DAD: Makin’ Popcorns and Wiping Their Turn To Pop Is Coming, but Don’t Poop At The Same Time!” and co-author of a number of international anthology of poetry, short stories and flash fiction books. He is a member of Pinoy Writers Toastmasters Club and one of the administrators at Filipino Poets in Blossom. He also wrote a short story titled “A Jungle At His Doorstep” and got published in ILA Magazine, an international and prestigious literary magazine. He is a former quality professional who has changed careers and wants to enter the world of teaching.
He subscribes to Gardner’s Multiple Intelligences as it is one of the highest truisms, but he adds another intelligence called “intuition”. And he argues that intuition is the highest form of intelligence as it can identify and target a particular thought or feeling. Intuition is instinct…you don’t think at all but it just comes to your mind…a thought, a feeling, a gut feel. He believes that intelligence cannot be measured only by the ability to do one task. As per what institutionalised education does to gauge intellect. Exposing children to various stimuli will expand their horizons. This will also deepen them as individuals.
While at home fathering his two little boys, he formed a small team and named it Mount Thesis. They assist clients in their thesis writing. They are Mountain Guides like Mt. Everest Sherpas. They guide climbers, they are ahead because they lead …but clients climb with them, so they learn too.
Becoming a father is the best job he has ever had.
Sunita is a software engineer by profession and a poetess by passion. She hails from Odisha, India and loves composing poems, short stories and flash fictions of all genres. She is a voracious reader too and loves reading novels, fictions, non fictions and poems as well. Her literary oeuvres have been published in multiple Indian and International zines and websites like Pure Haiku, Wolff Poetry, Dream Noir Journal, Poets Choice Zine, Indian Periodical, Poesis, Wales Haiku Journal, Chrysanthemum (German Haiku Magazine), Spillwords, For Women Who Roar, Formidable Women Sanctuary, I’m Not a Silent Poet Magazine, Drunken Pen Writing, Writers Cafe Magazine, Wax Poetry Magazine and many more . She has also received multifarious accolades from various literary forums like ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlor, Beyond The Box, Literoma, Penmancy, The Passion of Poetry, The Pink Comrade, Pen Wonders International, Literary Creations, etc. and has also been selected as the winner of “Literoma Young Achiever Award 2021” for her outstanding literary contributions. Her hobbies include travelling and cooking. She loves dogs and is a proud owner of two (German Spitz and Labrador Retriever).
My Poem titled "The Warrior Grandma" is based on a real life experience. During my childhood days, I used to visit a shrine every Thursday and in a corner, an old lady used to sell berries. She was in her seventies, but young at heart. I used to buy a few berries from her whenever I visited the shrine. I wanted to know more about her and so I asked a few villagers and then got to know that this lady had been abandoned by her sons and daughters, but she never lost hope. She used to stay in the same dilapidated hut and followed her passion as long as she was alive. My poem is a tribute to her and all elderly ladies out there who have been living on their own, defying their age and setting examples for others to follow. - Sunita
B_e not afraid in chasing your wonderful dreams E_ven if you have told yourself you have done enough L_ive your life with determination in times darkness bask your schemes I_n moments of sorrows , don’t give up, be tough E_ven if sadness persuades everything, never stop V_ictory will be acclaimed from essence of courage E_very dream can be attained no matter what’s your age
I_mpossibilities become possible if you believe N_o one can ever stop you for your dreams to be achieved
Y_ou have to trust in something, your talents and skills O_nly you can tell yourself you can ,when no one else will U_nderstand in every plan you have you think positively R_eason we get discouraged because we listen to negativity
D_on’t let people pull you down even if they’re your friends or family R_each your dream , but remember that you must be happy E_verything fails, if your success puts your life in misery A_lways look after yourself, your health and your spirituality M_ake your dreams come true, through the guidance of the Almighty S_et your goals , do it now , blessings & success will follow tremendously
I opened my eyes to your caring eyes and face, I witnessed your patience in your care and nurturing ways, I’ve felt comfort and joy in your soft voice and loving embrace, You have instilled in me the meaning of love since my childhood days
As I grow up, I always long for your touch when I feel sad I search for your comforting words when things get really bad, And whenever I feel hopeless and lost, I wish I could lie in your lap as I used to do Cause it’s always there where I feel protected, Secured, and rested , that nobody could assure but you.
I can just imagine how beautiful our world can be, If only all children will love their mothers as they should be, If only all people will respect each other as they should respect their mothers If only all God’s children will treat love and respect as must in dealing with others.
Jose or Joey was born on Dec 30, 1962 in Pangasinan. He graduated from UST in 1985 with a BSCE degree. More interested in numbers than writing since school days, he discovered his passion for writing poetry more than ten years ago, getting some inspirations from events and his mood for writing something. He only write for sharing to some friends and relatives, and mostly for special events in their lives, like birthdays or deaths. Hasn’t joined any poetry contests until now, he hopes to realize the fruition of publishing his own poetry book someday.
Joey writes both English and Filipino poems, with various themes or subjects. Without any scholarly or formal training in writing, he usually derive his urge based on inspiration usually from special persons, events, and from Him above. He can write a piece for as short as within 20 minutes if truly inspired. To date, he has written almost hundred, mostly done recently during the pandemic. His desire to reach more audience inspired him to look for some on line Poetry enthusiasts group, thus, the opportunity to submit his piece for this noble project, that is FPB ANTHOLOGY: Saving the World, One Poem at a Time.
I’ve been reading this poem while I was painting in my art studio. I can’t deny that this poem touched my heart so deeply, remembering my mother back home in the Philippines.
I was able to read most of Poet Joey’s inspirational poems he sent to me recently, & what I admire about his writings are the mixed emotions that you would feel between the lines. I’ll be posting more of his inspirational poems here to My Pen & Soul .-eureka
Ipinanganak ka ng buong kagalakan Iyong mukha’y kanilang pinagmasdan Ang pananabik hindi kailan man lumisan Ika’y dinamitan ng ayon sa kanilang kagustuhan
Dumating ang panahon na ika’y lumaki na Mga bagay para sa iyo ay normal nguni’t hindi sa iba Iyong nakahiligang laruin ay iba sa nais nilang makita Ngunit para sa iyo ito’y mga bagay na sa’yo Ay nakapagpapasaya
Sa salid aralan ikaw ay nanatiling mapag isa Pinag mamasdan bawat kamag aral isa isa Sinusuri kung sino ba iyong kakaibiganin Kung sila ba ay makaiintindi sa iyong damdamin
Pag uwi ng tahanan ,sa iyong nararamdaman Walang makausap Itinatagong pilit sa pangambang husgahan Ng iba Ang kwadernong may susi na lamang Ang nakakayakap At unan sa gabi ay sumasalo sa pumapatak na mga luha
Lumipas ang panahon ikaw ay natuto ng humanga Damdamin ay pilit mong pinipigilan, sa takot sa Sasabihin ng iba Sa iyong pakiramdam ito ay kamaliang kay hirap itama Kahit na wala kang tinatapakang mga paa
May mga araw na iyong nasasaksihan Pangungutya ng kapwa sa parehong kasarian Iyong mga tenga’y dinig ang kanilang pang-aalipusta Kahit ang hinuhusgahan ay hindi nila kilala
Ang tanong mo sa iyong sarili, bakit ako nandirito Bakit ako ipinanganak sa aking pagkatao Nararamdaman ay iba ngunit iba ang anyo Ang respeto ba mula sa kapwa ay magmumula dito
Naisipan mong sarilinin bawat mga bagay Pinilit mong ang sarili sa kanila’y makibagay Ngunit iyong puso ay hindi nararamdaman ang saya Sapagkat hindi matanggap ang sarili dahil sa iba
Sambit sa sarili kung mundo’y hindi mapanghusga Siguro lahat ang nararamdaman ay malaya Kung respeto ay makukuha kahit hindi ka kilala Siguro mapupuno ang bawat puso ng ginhawa
Walang isinilang para na lamang husgahan Walang may karapatan upang pagkatao ng iba ay Tapakan Sapagkat sa mundong ito lahat pantay pantay Respeto ang maiiwan kung sumakabilang buhay
Iyong natanto may mga bagay na dapat sarilinin Kung ito ay magdudulot ng sakit ng damdamin Mahirap ba ang maging mabait kesa mapangkutya? O ito’y dahilan para pansinin din ng kapwa
Iba iba man ang kulay ng tao , estado,anyo o kasarian Hindi ito dahilan upang tingin sa sarili ay taasan Maging mapagkumbaba kesa banggitin ang hindi Kaaya ayang salita Sapagka’t hindi lang ang hinuhusgahan ang sa iyo’y nakakakita.
Bakas ang lungkot sa iyong mukha Pinipilit na hindi pansinin ang mga taong mapanghusga Minsan ramdam sa sarili ang nais na magpakalayo Sa lugar sa kung saan mag iiba ang takbo ng mundo
Iyong kakayahan ay ang doon papansinin Ang iyong katauhan ay buong pusong tatanggapin May tengang handang makinig sa iyong sasabihin Na hindi alintala ang damdaming nais sambitin
Currently, Romeo Morales is one of FPB’s Administrators-Group Expert and Conceptors. He is best known as “Jhake” , fond of basic video editing, writing poems, short stories, flash fiction, essays and songs. His songs Entitled “SAGWAN” and “Please Leave me” and “Close the Door” were played last year in E25 records- NET25.
His most recent achievement in writing is when he bagged 3rd place in this year’s ANG SINGKAW poem writing competition( Filipino Medium). In his free time, Jhake likes to play online video games and play Volleyball with his friends.
Poet Jhake Morales is one of the Administrators of Filipino Poets in Blossoms, who is known not only from his moving poems but also from amazing videos he presented to the group. A very humble man with so many talents.
I am very glad that I have known him through FPB. I can't wait to read and see more of his awesome works.
Like a birdling that was trying to learned how to fly. Spread its’ wings tried to reached the sky. I hold a pen in my hand and tried to write. Verses that can shed some light.
There were trials. Then outright denials. It did not lasts. In every poems i’ve done in the pasts.
My writing poems were tests. I had no notion to what were bests. In every trial there’s triumph and defeat. We must accept it and try winning and not retreat.
My waking up in the morning, was God given blessing. In God i was very grateful. Hoping for beautiful passages i was prayerful.
Morning first words that came to my mind. Thought of passages so divine. I immediately wrote in a sheet. Before i can forget.
This was my trial in life. Learn how to write. I wished that my mind was clear and bright. To make it right.
Everyday i was delighted. Writing poems i was so excited. That i may write poems with good meanings. For readers blissful readings.
Poems were not easy to write. If you are not so bright. My dream to come true. Writing poems i had to do.
In this trial. I terminated denial.
I just wrote what i had in mind. Wishing God will be kind. Guide my hand to what to write. Make everything right.
Napoleon Torres lll 09272021 @ All rights reserved.
Giving love made living worthy. It is not wealth or beauty. It is love of God and fellowmen. That is the real treasure beyond.
Napoleon Torres lll 10022021
A Biography of the author:
Napoleon Abad Torres lll was a retired oversea contract worker. He had worked in Brunei Darrusallam from 1997 to 2003. He worked as warehouse supervisor of Brunei Press the only newspaper company in Brunei Darrusallam. He also had worked in Philippines Daily Express Publishing Corporation from 1974 to 1983 as a purchasing canvasser. In his retirement he developed as a tree farmer a half hectare land into an orchard and garden. It was the 3A Orchard and Garden that houses 300+ fruit trees of different kinds and varieties. He loves writing English and Pilipino poems in his free times. He has written 280 poems in English and Tagalog languages. Also some in Hiligaynon dialect. During his school days he was a Pilipino Language editor in his school University of Negros Occidental Recoletos in Bacolod City. Their school organ was Tolentine Star. It was where he wrote his first poem in Tagalog. He was a voracious reader of pocket books. He had read thousands of it in his younger days. Mostly adventures and detective stories. Agatha Christie Poirot and Erle Stanley Gardner Perry Mason series were his favorites. Reading pocket books taught him how to adapt to the English language while the Tagalog language was learned from his love of reading Philippines Komiks in Tagalog language. It was mostly the Tagalog language he used to make his poems. His family life was that he was married to Mirasol Reyes a Bulakeña Tagala and they had four children. Jaly May the eldest and three boys Napoleon lV, Aries John and Brian the youngest. Having seven grandchildren and two great grandkids was his joy in his life. They were his inspirations in writing his poems. His poems were simple worded that came straight from his heart.
Poet Napoleon Torres , has been recently awarded with highest recognition by Filipino Poets in Blossoms ” POET PLATINUM ACHIEVEMENT AWARD, where he brought a lot of passion ,a lot of dedication, a lot of hard work to share his astonishing poems to the blossoming poetry group.
Being the VP of FPB ,I am honoured to have known a Poet who is so down to earth and very dedicated to his passions , which compels me to continue my existing passion in writing. I will continue to admire his poems and I know soon all of his writings will be published in a book.
Sir Nap is one of the contributors of Filipino Poets in Blossoms’ very first Anthology ,which will be published before the end of November this year.
If you want to read more of his poems , please visit our International Poetry Group on Facebook
A Poem for Our Precious Trinity Ann on Daughter’s Day
Our precious , all we want is to hold you tight To look at your face when you sleep at night You are a wonderful child Trinity, My dear So loved ,cared , secured behind a glass from fears
You are our sunshine , our light after the darkest night You fill our lives with so much joy, and a world So bright I knew when you were born ,we would be proud of your name In a sad world , with you the happiness in our hearts remain You give us the colorful rainbow after a heaviest rain
Throughout your journey , We will guide your path Both of your hands we will hold in time of dusk We will be your mountain to shield you from storms Daddy & I will be here to remind you to keep your faith strong