OVERCOME FEAR OF FAILURE by Dex Amoroso ( My Pen & Soul Featured Poet)

To control your life

You must control the mind

The cheat codes, go find

Use it in the game of life 

Walk through walls, on fire.

Fly anywhere that you desire.

Embrace the pain.

Invite the pain. 

Have pain over for lunch with you

Ask to teach you all its lessons.

Watch the lions that used to chase you

Turn into tame little kittens. 

It’s not craziness or courage,

It’s the understanding and notion;

That you are not discourage

Even the most intense emotions 

When accepted rather than resisted

Can only help forge a better version of you.

Never feel bitter and twisted

No body can overcome fear of failure but YOU.©️Dex Amoroso

A Biography of the author:

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.

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Our Author’s Published Books

Please click these links to purchase his books

Stay at Home Dad https://www.amazon.com/STAY-AT-HOME-DAD-Popcorns-Wiping-Assess-ebook/dp/B098RD2XR5/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?crid=2W0C8Q5Q0EP96&dchild=1&keywords=stay+at+home+dad+dexter+amoroso&qid=1634460883&sprefix=stay+at+home+dad+dexter+amo&sr=8-1

Rustic Charm https://www.amazon.com/Rustic-Charm-Dexter-Amoroso-ebook/dp/B098MHZB7N/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=rustic+charm+by+dexter&qid=1634461275&sr=8-1

Our featured author just recently celebrated his birthday.

And I would like to take this opportunity to greet him a happy birthday myself. He’s one of the reasons I was able to publish my book. He believes that I am a great writer, he made me believe in myself.

To sir Dex thank you,  may you continue to inspire more writers in this world. -eureka robey

 

“The Warrior Grandma” by Sunita Sahoo ( My Pen & Soul Featured Poetess)

Over those rocky hills, nestled in a valley

Stood a village, centuries old, hoary

Population, in thousands, probably

Renowned for “The Warrior Grandma” and her valiant story!

Winter white hair, wizened skin, gnarled fingers, toil-worn

Brumous eyes exuding a lambent glow

Dwelling in a dilapidated house, forlorn

Yet, her cherubic smile and a myriad of emotions overflowed!

Every morning she would wake up early

Light her stove, cook some delectable meals

Defying her age, her spirit rejoiced with glee

When she served those orphans, her handmade curries and oat-meals!

Every evening, she would collect those berries, wild

Coupled with some assorted veggies, plucked from her garden, fresh

Put them on sale, a plethora of buyers lined

“Never shall I depend on a single soul for money” – she used to confess!

Every night, she would count her earnings, meagre

Thank Almighty, sip a cup of tea, drown in blissful contemplation

Setting up her alarm, she would wait for the new dawn, eager

Living in the present was her motto, serving the homeless, her passion!

Soon her valorous story spread far and wide, 

A source of inspiration, an epitome of love, selflessness

Indomitable will, unswerving determination, within her hide

7″The Warrior Grandma” was she, undeterred, her goals, limitless!

©️Sunita Sahoo

Biography:

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

“FOR ALL MOTHERS” by Joey V Fernandez (My Pen & Soul Featured Poet)

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.

Mother, your kind of love is what the world needs in all of this time
In times of darkness, chaos and confusion, your loving presence should shine,
Cause when all things get worse, and there seems no turning back,
It’s only your unique and distinct character that can make all the difference in putting things back. ©️JVFrndz

Engr Joey V Fernandez

Jose Viliran Fernandez

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

You look Familiar To Me by Jhake Morales (My Pen & Soul Featured Poet)

Stunned! I had this disoriented impression

I feel like I am so lost on verge of confusion

It appears that I’ve been taken over by a doppelganger

I changed a lot, the way I behave and even my manner.

I’m looking at the man  standing in front of the mirror 

I could hardly recognize him- felt like hollow

I know him 10 years ago

Now, he comes off so new.

Oops! I remember you now! What an abrupt change you had!

you’ve got a mustache and you’re now bald

with the mustache, you sound wiser when you speak

with the bald head, a  foolish man on the way you think.

you dress up like a boss

you messed up! still, gross

a respected man inside his office

At home, a discourteous man and lawless 

You look wealthy

Your pocket is full of money

Your lifestyle is unhealthy

Brandy, whiskey, and nicotine reside in your body.

Congratulations! You achieved everything you wanted

But where is the wisdom that once in your head was planted?

Where is kindness that in your heart was seeded?

 If these are the fruits, These are not worthy to be harvested!

I am now staring at the  man, face to face

Bit by bit he has gone too far 

I can see the happiness when he smiles

But sadness is striking from his eyes 

Oh please bring back your old self

Where contentment in  spirit dwells

Where you still know how to give and to share

Where success  is just steps and stairs

And not a place where our souls burn like hell 

Now, tell me who you were ten years ago?

What transformations did you consider yourself had grown?

 My doppelganger should have been a better version of me

 Not the worst rendition of myself that I see.

©️Jhake Morales

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.

” Trial ” by Napoleon Torres (My Pen & Soul Featured Poet)

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.

“My Quote”

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

Napoleon Torres

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

“Filipino Poets in Blossoms .

Act of Kindness( An Acrostic)

B_eing kind takes a lot of grace

E_vents will test us for our faith to embrace

K_ind word is sweetest music for the soul

I_t brightens someone else’s dreadful world

N_ice gesture is an act of humility

D_aily act of kindness shows humanity

A_ simple gesture of kindness  can save a life

N_o matter how small, even if it’s a friendly smile

D_o what makes your soul happy 

C_hange someone else’s life with your inner beauty

O_nly gift that we have that  cannot wither away

M_oments happen you’re an angel in your own little way

P_assion for helping others comes from within 

A_llow yourself to offer help in all living things

S_un radiates light, helping clouds to come out of darkness

S_o as you who shows understanding &  kindness

I_t is one of qualities of enlightened people

O_nly because it gives spiritual being a powerful symbol

N_one can ever live in peace without harmony

A_n act of kindness and compassion can ever give

T_his world will protect the helpless and the weak

E_xperience hope from the compassionate soul they received. 

Poem Title : “Act of Kindness” by Marilou Eureka Bianzon Robey. Published Author Of My Pen & Soul. Book is now available on Amazon ,Lulu and Bookemon

“THOUGHTS ON MOTHER’S DAY” by Maria Evelyn Quilla-Soleta (Featured Inspiring Poet)

I wouldn’t have known the pains and joys of having children

Until I became a mother myself.

I marveled at each girl’s step.

Her first word.

The first prayer uttered with much difficulty

And all the other ‘firsts’ that followed.

Who would not remember the endless and silly questions asked out of nowhere,

Or the countless times I was given and told, “Mommy, flowers for you.”

Usually, these colorful flowers were picked on the chapel’s grounds

And were given after Sunday meetings.

I can  still picture each girl running to me with flowers in her hand.

Then I would melt with happiness.

(And after returning each girl’s kiss,

I would look towards heaven and thanked God,

Imploring that these misses would remain the cute little imps forever).

BUT SOON THEY GREW UP.

With each new day a revelation comes to me.

I am a mother, so close to God.

I am His instrument in many ways

(Like my own mother, Felicitas, was, to me).

I must develop

Patience

Unconditional love.

Hope, Purity, Faith, Strength.

Above all else, Love of God.

As I build my girls’ characters

I, too, must build mine.

That someday when I face my Maker

I will truly account to Him His children

Who were once mine.

Deep in my heart I pray

That each girl will fondly remember

That once on earth

I was Maria Evelyn, their goodly mother.

Our Featured Inspiring Poetess Ms Maria Evelyn’s Message to our readers

‘Hibiscus’ is another name for gumamela flower.  If I were a flower, I would be a gumamela.  This flambouyant flower comes in different varieties and in lovely colors of red, yellow, pink, white, and even purple.  Known as the ‘wilting flower’, a gumamela only lasts for a day, then it closes and curls and falls off.Nonetheless, it blooms all year around.  Wouldn’t it be gladsome to have fresh flowers every day on the table, bringing sweet fragrance and haunting the senses?  I Find My Heart in writing poetry.  This thankful heart that is seen in the eyes of my dear ones, this praying heart that is listened to be my Heavenly Father, this gleeful heart prancing with the rushing waves or musing at the vast moonless skies.  All these, and many more in Evelyn’s world of poetry!

“Life’s Purpose” by DimpsKzie( Featured Inspiring Poet)

From womb till birth we’ve started our journey,
Nursing by a mother in a caring and loving way,
As we grow bigger from day to month and year,
We learn to crawl, stand, and walked on our own.

As we continue growing into adulthood,
We confront stormy battles that we fought,
Sometimes in the pains of failures we succumb,
But we learned that giving up is not a good option to have.

Of life’s experiences that brought adversities,
We find love as assurance in certain uncertainties,
And through its character, we blossom our understanding,
That we cannot live without our true purpose in the world we’re living.

Our experiences shaped us as we continue the journey,
From brokenness, we’ve learned to pick up ourselves piece by piece,
And when the universe decides its time for us to rise,
No one can stop it even the heaviest hurdles in the sight.

As we found ourselves worthwhile,
Only then we realized that we were truly alive,
In prosperity and happiness, we share the bliss,
The way our Creator molded us to serve our purpose-driven life.

We are the masters of our fate to live in harmony,
We are given free will to designed our life to become worthy.

©️DimpsKzie🌹

Hi! My name is Glenda, known by my pen name DimpsKzie.

I'm a mother of three and grandmother of two beautiful kids. I like to pen what's in my heart, how I feel and immortalize it through poem as I drew my inspiration from everyday living and happenings around me.

To all readers, thanks so much for reading our works here at mypenandsoul.com. It makes our heart swell in inspiration for wonderful comments you leave here. It makes us want to write more.

To the lovely, Ms. Eureka, again, from my heart, thank you for featuring me here on your website.
More power!