Valentine Rose

So he bought  me a rose

He open the door to my heart that was hurt

And I notice his love by the look in his eyes

He’s gonna make things right

For the rest of our life

He’s gonna hold me tight

Do all those little things

For the rest of our life.

Look Up – A Spoken Word Poetry Film For Digital Generation

The National Poetry Month just concluded, and here goes a spoken poetry film that just went viral and still is after the release on 25th April – written, performed and  directed by Gary Turk.

Look Up.

It is a lesson taught to us to stop looking down through our digital screen, and switching-off the display. Instead, we lift our head up and see the surroundings to not miss any chances we can make to interact and communicate to those around us. With social media interaction, it can be the best and worst of times. When too busy looking-down:

We’re a generation of idiots, smartphones and dumb people.

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NaPoWriMo Day 29 – Into the Sun

Sunrise Nature – Credits here

Sun rises like a candle flame that blankets the heavens
And steps are laid upon the mountain range where I run.
I smell the misty scent of the morning breeze
That cause me to hear the chirping birds around,
And hear the winds dancing through the clouds.
Is Nirvana the heavens we call?

Sun emerges with the flame of fire that consumes the horizon
And stones are formed of the cottons grey where noise I heard.
Scorching wind start to race to bathe Sodom with its hate.
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the city is doomed not to last.
You hear the cries with the voices creep, Sylviana was there.
Is this Nirvana, the heavens we call?

The motley faces of emotions embody the sun -
With a heart-pouring temper, balloon can burst,
Or with its gentle-touch of rays tame a raging waves.
“Fly up to the sky, WoMM, and reach for the sun,”
She notes to herself while strangely subdued.
Make a wish in the money tree so your troubles go away.

With the sun as an angel, the guiding light.
Act on your visions, and see your dreams coming by –
Heavens rejoice and your angel triumphs.
Flap your wings - wide and strong, then soar up and high,
When find yourself flat on the ground
Never let the raging fire consumes your soul.

“Nur wer es wagt, gewaltig zu scheitern,
kann je wirklich groβen Erfolg haben.”
If you look towards the sky, the heavens never move.
Get-up! Hold onto your wheel and drive through distance
Gain that sacred momentum while you’re below,
Keeping your eyes to that crystal of light where dreams reside.

It’s Day 29 of the NaPoWriMo and we are working on a prompt called “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” originally developed by Jim Simmerman. It really forces us into details, and to work on “conducting” the poem as it grows, instead of trying to force the poem to be one thing or another in particular. And here are the twenty little projects themselves — the challenge is to use them all in one poem:

1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

For beginner like me, some are easy to follow, while some others I’m very much confused. I may need to study all the literary devices to understand them. I may have completed the Twenty or not, I am having fun while writing it.


NaPoWriMo Day 18 – Walk in the Light of Dawn

At the glorious break of new year
I play my song in earnest prayer;
One quiet evening of full moonlight
I walk with million stars as cover.

“Walk with me tonight,” he said
In alluring voice again he plead;
He holds my hand so very calm
Until my lips speaks with not a word.

From the city streets and alleys
We track all the busy highways;
In a long-winding hidden tunnel
Hand-by-hand we follow the pathways.

He tells stories of flowers in the east
And sees beauty in the treasure chest;
His thoughts and words are innocent as white
And as quick as the time that passes by so fast.

The dawn is breaking, soon the sun is rising
His love and mine are consummating;
But it’s hard to bare this light of dawn
When you and I, with this bond is breaking.

Day 18 challenge from NaPoWriMo is to write a ruba’i. A ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA. It’s a Persian form — multipe stanzas of a ruba’i form is called a rubaiyat.

This poem is about that moment when you pray for your “love” to appear. And certainly he did! But that’s what you thought it was. Then you realized that it can only last until the next morning.

NaPoWriMo Day 15 – Third Rate Romance

It is mid-autumn days
All leaves are tirelessly falling;
In this four-walled garden
Spring flowers are long forgotten.

Like a gazelle in the empty plain
A lover stands patiently waiting;
He hears his beloved’s voice
Yet wonders where it comes from.

‘Twas on that same plain
One spring afternoon, he remembers;
He laid down the ground for rest
While he closed his eyes to dream.

He felt a touched on his chest
And a sweet voice spoke to calm the sun.
Birds started their melancholy song
While the wind swayed to its rhythmic tune.

“We joined our feet together
And danced like no eyes had seen.
Our hearts captivated then,” confesses the lover,
“In that world of magical dream.”

I used today’s prompt from The Daily Post. I may not have a funniest relationship disaster story to share with you (or any kind of relationship stories), which is the main goal of the prompt, but i hope I get the message across on this fictional “Third Rate Romance”, if you can call it that.

NaPoWriMo Day 14 – Too Many Questions

When can I see you?
Why have you not ask?
Why do I want to know?
When can you tell?

When can I find you?
Why have you not seek?
What do I like to know?
When can we meet again?

Have you found this man?
Was he here before dawn?
Have you seen his strength?
Where is his heroic daring?

Have you found this woman?
Was she here before dawn?
Have you heard her voice?
Where is her calming song?

Where have you been?
Why do you have to search?
What can you tell?

Day fourteen prompt from NaPoWriMo is named “Twenty Questions”. I already heard this phrase before, and is usually used as conversation starters. They may be couples who just started dating and on the stage of “getting to know each other”, people who just met for the first time, etc.. This term has been used, as well, in a game called “Pinoy Henyo” in the Philippines. Only that, in this version of Filipino game, it’s only answerable with Yes/No.

It was fun working with this prompt. I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I do. 😉 If you have answers on those questions, you can send me through my email, or write in the comment box below. Have fun!


NaPoWriMo Day 1 – From Confusion to Self-Assurance

The Torch - Dubai

The Lamp – Sikka, Dubai


Who have cared the needs of the needy,

Like the trees that shade a traveler?

Who have understood the longing of the lonely,

Like the shepherd who searches for the one?


Who have explained the wisdom of the old,

Like the torch that guides every path?

Who have seen the strength of the knight,

Like the lion that fights its territory.


Who have known every beat of my heart,

But the one who has an ear to it.

Who have loved me of who I am,

But the one who sees my inside-out.