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  Jun 2017 solEmn oaSis
Cné
May dreams attend
The Sandman's watch
with happiness and bliss
And may those dreams be soothing
as the lightest fairy's kiss.

May evil tidings yet abide
in cells you've buried deep.  
Let not the rumors
of their shadows ere
disturb thy sleep.  

Put aside your cares and woes,
and for this night abide,
where azure waves
lap silver shores
and hopes drift
with the tide.  

And so, goodnight.  
I wish thee well
and when you next arise
let nothing stop
thy happiness
beneath the pastel skies.
Anak:
"Ika'y Tulang muli't muli'y binabasa ng madla,
Na 'di makalilimutan; na binabaon sa alaala
Tulang puno ng damdamin na ni nais ipabatid
At ang saknong ng pag-ibig Mo'y,
Siyang tutugma sa puso kong minsa'y naging sugatan."

Ama:
"Minsang ibinigay ko sa iyo ang pagkakataong
Unawain ang kahulugan ng kamusmusan.
Sa lupaing ugat ng iyong kaluluwa't
Siyang kanlungan ng mga pangako Ko't
Mga pangarap na laan sayo.
Bumangon ka, Anak
Ako ang Siyang sasagwan
Ako ang aabot sayo."

Anak:
"Sabay nating kinatha ang tula ng aking buhay;
Mga saknong at tugma na sarikulay,
Mga katagang baun-baon ko
Sa malayu-layong paglalakbay."

Ama:
"Pagal ka ma'y,
Nanahan pa rin sa puso ng bawat isa,
Di mo man tiyak ang katiyakan, natitiyak Ko
Na ang pag-ibig Ko'y, kailanma'y di ka iiwan.
Anak, hanggang sa huling tapon ng lupa
At huling tapon ng luha,
Hanggang sa huling liwanag
Ng itutulos **** kandila,
Hanggang sa huling pagpagpag mo
Ng sar't saring pangungulila,
Patuloy Kitang mamahalin,
Anuman ang mangyari."

Anak:
*
"Singbigat ng katotohanan
At ng pangarap na mala-kalawakan,
Ito ang huling handog ng makata **** anak:
Ang mabatid kong Ikaw ang buhay na eternal
At ako'y isang kathang Ikaw ang tinitingala --
Ikaw ang dinadakila.
Ama, ako'y malaya
Ikaw ang buhay, Ikaw ang agos
Ikaw ang tagumpay;
Gisingin Mo ang diwa
Ang bugso at alab ng damdaming hilaw
Ikaw ang masundan
Nang maihain nang patas
Ang pag-ibig **** umaapaw."

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Convo namin ni Lord
  Jun 2017 solEmn oaSis
SøułSurvivør
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Mourning doves
        lament the dawn
The air is filled
           with clucking song
Mockingbirds
        sing sweet and high
Pigeons reach
                  to touch the sky
Gamble Quail
             swoop low to ground
Cactus wrens
         make chuckling sounds
Desert Thrashers
                go "tsk, tsk, TSK!"
Flickers pound
                  the satellite discs
Feathered finches
          search the stones
Light as clouds
                  with hollow bones
I wake up
           to symphonic calls

Desert birds...

                   I love them ALL!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/11/2016
Sitting outside I love to watch
and listen to my neighborhood
buddies. They ROCK!

There's GOT to be a God to
               make such creatures!
  Jun 2017 solEmn oaSis
Jayantee Khare
My world,
was overcast in
many ways, dark
cloudy gloomy days,
scary moonless starless nights,
The heart was sinking with pain.
One day with lightning it poured as
rain of words themes, i wrote, wrote and wrote, in the  dream space i float, now my grey world is painted with the colorful themes, highlighted with my deepest feelings and in the bright sky the words are dancing with syllables,
The seeds of hope buried in the dark, when watered with the raining words, sprouted. The plant, when nourished by divine grace, fertilised by new ideas and creativity, came out of doom, about to bloom. one day
it will offer the shadow
of solace and the
fruits of love to
wanderers,
stranded
broken
loners
soon
will
turn
into
poetree
solEmn oaSis Jun 2017
Tatlong Bituin at Isang Araw
Isang Bandila, Apat na Kulay
Dilaw Pula't Bughaw, Puting Dalisay
muling nagugunita sa aking balintataw!
Nasaan ka na nga ba?
tanong namin minsan ni kuya
habang sa amin si Bunso
iniaabot ang papel na piraso.
Nakatupi iyon at aking binuklat
nang masilayan ko...katotohana'y sumiwalat.
Damdamin ko'y halos gustong sumambulat
sumandaling napapikit, sa aking pagmulat
agad ko siyang hinagka't niyakap
tumulo ang luha, sarili'y hinagilap
hanggang matanto sa aking hinagap
Bunso kong Anak... Ina'y INAAPUHAP
Ang kanyang mga mata'y nangungusap
huwag malungkot! ibig kong ipakiusap
unti-unti ring matutupad mga pangarap
waring singsing...hinugis ng alapaap

Kahit walang ulan, posibleng magkabahag-hari
Hangga't may pag-asa, lumbay mapapawi
balang-araw mommy ninyo siguradong babawi
makakapiling din na parang buhawi
kasi di tayo gaya dati
dapat Apat tulad nitong  Talumpati
Kaso ang nailapat ay Labis
pagkat panulat ko di Lapis
Limang salita sa Bawat Taludturan
sa mga saknong sana'y matutunan

Kulang man kayo sa Pagmamahal
tayo'y Family Three na Literal
ako man ay naging Hangal
Mga Anak Kayo'y Aking Dangal
MAHAL KO KAYO! inyong tandaan
pagkat ako'y Haligi ng Tahanan
magmula pa sa inyong kamusmosan
hanggang Mahalin ang INANG BAYAN !!!

Philippines Independence Day June 12, 1898 - 2017
Ang Pamilya ang matibay na Pundasyon ng Lipunan.
Lipunan na may Pagkakaisa upang bumuo ng Malayang Gobyerno
Gobyernong magpa-HANGGANG NGAYON hangad at Ipinagbubunyi ang Araw ng Kasarinlan!
Na siya rin namang Araw ng Kalayaan!
" i Love You Daddy " that was what is written on a piece of paper my daughter Mimi gave to me!!!
and i am so touch!

Some people believe that the families generally like a beautiful box full of things they want: love, joy, companionship and other beautiful things;
But other times the word " family "
-can compare more likely into an empty box!!!
we must first put something inside it before we could get anything unto it.
Being a single Parent i realized that if we want love and joy...
we must raise affection, service and encouragement within to fulfill whatever emptiness ! and the release of more than we put in the box can make it  vacant!
solEmn oaSis Jun 2017
i

think that

i shall never see

A Poem lovely as a Tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast,

A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her

Leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose ***** snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are

made by fools like

Me, But only God

*can make a tree
"Trees" written by Joyce Kilmer
Journalist and poet
1886–1918
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