Simply Me

to a friend,thank you for allowing me to have this one posted, this one is for you.  to those who cannot name their blue, this is lovingly dedicated to you …

please, forgive me
for the pain i have caused
for that scar that never healed
for the love we lost

please, forgive me
on turning my back to a lovely melody
on bequeathing you with haunting memories
on leaving you the best part of me

please, forgive me
if i love you still
if i cannot let go of a dream
if the feeling endured through the years

please, forgive me
when one day it shall end
when i have to leave you yet again
when tonight is the night, i end what is dear

please, forgive me…

by feather

this one is another initial entry in a poetry site,under a pen name….. feather,whom i bring to existence before babel.

however, i’d given it a bit of a tweak here and there this morning.nothing major just a couple of aesthetic touch. i don’t know though if i made it worst or better….

i hauntingly recalled the moment
the two of us making love
beneath the gazed of a radiant moon
wrapped in a gentle breeze of starry night

i wish for a moment time to stand still
tonight,let us be in each others arms again
i dare the universe to make its move
defy this one beautiful love to behold

you and i were meant to be
weave sweet but painful memories
to be near and yet so far
to smile beneath our scars

let you and i sing our song
yes, let us take the floor and swiftly dance
let us create eternity in this short span of time
when night is gone and morn has come

….so am i, my love, bidding my goodbye….

i made this one few weeks ago under a pseudonym.got myself few aliases.in all honesty, i can’t make the head and tail of this poem.i simply cannot think of anything but “what if”. maybe, some of you may find some sense in it …feel free to enlighten me. as long as i have my what ifs, i am to a certain extent, satisfied for now….

what if the sun refused to shine
the dew of morning mist shall lost its charm
what if the night fails to come
the moon and stars will be forgotten in time

what if the flowers ceased to bloom
all melodies in the world has lost its tune
what if the wind is there no more
to caress each leaf when its time to fall

what if a promise has fail to hold on to love
is there a balm to heal a broken heart
what if the words were held and the feelings locked
no poem left to stir a soul and soothes a dying  heart

after a rejuvinating hours of blissful slumber and reading a couple of insights to this piece which caused me  uncertainty yesterday, i made a few changes to it this morning.got to say, i liked the edited one a lot better…thanks babes and zen for grasping the inner nature of this poem and for giving me the core meaning i was longing to finished it off..thank you!

what if the sun refused to shine
the dew of morning mist shall lost its charm
what if the night fails to come
the moon and stars will be forgotten in time

what if the rivers and lakes run dry
the snowcapped mountains withered and die
what if the rain falls no more
ground is parched and no greens at all

what if the flowers ceased to bloom
all melodies in the world has lost its tune
what if the wind is there no more
to caress each leaf when its time to fall

what if these wonders around me ceased one day
no sunset and sunrise,devoid of colors and music to play
what if we stop for a while,take a minute to look around
embrace all these marvels before it’s all gone..

happy and sad

by ysabelle at 5

feel your heart

make it warm

happiness, sadness

and never be scared of the dark…

i love you mum and dad!!!

its a season of love.without further ado i share with you my love….her life, our joy.

patricia ysabelle concepcion quinto was born wednesday, july 2, 2003 at 07:59 a.m. by caesarian section.she weighed 6lbs and 3 oz. and 48.5 cm by lenght.she was born under the sign of cancer,has lakspur as birth flower and ruby as birthstone.patricia is derived from latin which means regal, noble.ysabelle is italian in origin, meaning consecrated to GOD.

beyonce knowles hit number 1 in the music chart with her solo single”crazy in love”, belting it for my little bundle of joy at the time.

a famous event happened on this date more than 60 years ago(1940) in history was”the ocean liner arandora torpedoed by a german submarine while transporting german and italian prisoner to canada.over 750 prisoners and crew died.

i am a sentimental fool.i kept ysa’s cluster of hair which i cut when she was 1and her now dried umbilical cord.

ysa first upper front tooth which appeared on march 5, 2004 has finally gave way to a permanent one on november, 2008.her first nail trimmings at a month old done while she was fast asleep.

ysa’s dedication took place at cabalen restaurant in makati, philippines on november 16, 2003 between 5:00-7:00 pm. she wore two different dresses..the green one my choice and the white one her dad’s.

her first fair of shoes bought when she was two months old…

her first birthday dress.we celebrate her first natal day in scotland.

her first halloween costume at age 3…

first fancy dress at age 4…

ysa’s baby day book of all first….with a poem by unknown author that says….

my dear child

you are the poem i dreamed of writing

the masterpiece i longed to print

you are the shining star i reached for

in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled…

you are my child

now with all the things

i am blessed

she’s becoming her own person,my baby.she speaks her mind and growing as generous, thoughtful and a loving child.she never let a day pass without saying i love you and if that’s not enough she writes it down, too.she says sorry when she knows she made a mistake and cries when she feels that she hurt our feelings.the hubby and i apologize to her if we thought some of our actions were uncalled for and she will mumble something like..”its ok mummy, i forgive you because i love you so much.”

she doesn’t want to watch a movie wherein an animal will die.she loves mama mia and highschool musical and knows most of the song by heart.she’s into bratz and barbie big time and loves putting on play make-up.she has her shares of tantrums and  screaming moments which will stop if her dad starts the… “this is daddy talking ysabelle” and me with my infamous line…” ysabelle,dont make me angry, you wouldn’t like it when i get angry”. she  loves to read, do puzzles,draw and thank goodness she loves numbers.

i have countless moments and hundreds of first to share about her, anecdotes and poems. i can start but i’m afraid i wont be able to stop.for now, i want to immortalize dave’s and my love for her on this season of love.

joanie, a blogmate and fellow salityper,tagged me.curiosity gets the better of me and off i go straight into her blogspace and find out what’s this tagged thingy is…

got excited reading 25 things about her.since i was typing a comment,decided to write it there and then.ha!ha!ha!…sorry joanie, girl! next time i’ll make a mental note not to make your comment box a blog post…ha!ha!ha!

i copied and pasted the transcript of the 25 odd things you may or may not like a bout me…

1. can’t swim.so, pls don’t anyone dare push me or throw me in a pool OR there will be a tirade of phrases which will burn your ears!

2.i have this thing against dust.i start to itch if i see thick layers of dust around the house.

3. sorry guys not an animal lover.they’re lovely to look at but i don’t want to own one.

4.i love brown in all shades.

5.i seldom call friends. not because i don’t need them rather i find it difficult to initiate a conversation.

6.i love my quiet moments at home.once i am in nothing close to emergency can get me out.

7.i can’t last a day without a dose of caffeine.

8.i allow people to take advantage of me once and that’s it.

9.i hate going home after a long day at work in a messy house.thank goodness, the hubby and the little one are finally getting the message.

10.i don’t go out much,party less. yeah, i know pathetic.

11.to me, guys with long locks gives an impression of being good in bed…ha!ha!ha!the hubby haven’t got hair but hey he is still good in bed!

12.one of my sexual fantasies is to make love on a deserted beach…in broad daylight.

13.i don’t drive.this day and age its a necessity but i don’t see the need as everything is within walking distance and that includes medical care.

14.i used to iron my undies and socks. stopped after doing it for years as i realized how silly it looks.

15.i only own two fragrances.i wear colors by benetton(i never outgrown it) at work and glow by jlo on any other occasion.

16.i told friends and family that good thing GOD didn’t bestowed me with a body to die for as HE knew i would flaunt it to no end.i would even walk around in a skimpy bikini on a hot day!!

17.i’m also thankful that GOD didn’t give me a face that could launch a thousand ships as am arrogant already with the one i have now.

18.if i had to go under the knife to enhance my look, it has to be to get rid of my unsightly eyebags.

19.i hate thongs,a friend once give me a set as a present and i gave it away.i cant bear the uncomfortable feeling at my rear crack.

20.the only occasion i remembered putting on lipstick and eyeshadow(hates blush on)were on my college graduation and my civil wedding.

21.i had a darker color underarms but what the heck i still wears spaghetti strap blouses and so on.my argument, if you don’t like what you see don’t look.

22.i love to gaze at abstract painting mainly because of the vibrancy of colors.but for the life of me i have no idea what i am looking at.

23.not much of a flower lover either.i like to surround myself with lush of greens yet i’m not keen on flowers.

24.i have an IQ of 120(according to a test on-line,though i doubt of its significance). as one matures,one accumulates knowledge, experience and yes gray hairs!

25.i don’t have lots of friends but the ones i have now are for keeps.

in the course of the tagged mechanism,i therefore tag….betchai,carmen,zen,rose.

this poem was my first entry  as babel on a poetry site. i made two poems and debating which one shall i publish as initial offering.at the end, the pull of home is too strong to resist…………..

whenever I am lonely and feeling all alone
I think of your sunrise which warms my heart and soul
across the golden meadow and lush of evergreen
I dreamt of your mountain high and cool cascade of spring

I had been away from you for far too long
Missed lots of summers, its laughter and joy
Among the countless beauty I always yearn to see
Is the sunset by the bay which bestow fond memories

One day i shall retrace my way to you again
Against thousand miles, amidst nameless face
In your bosom I shall rest and embrace you anew
I will be back to be with you, home sweet home, again.

to mark the end of my day, let me share with you another christian/gospel
song. may it leaves a profound meaning to a life that needed one, fills a void
in one’s heart if you desire it so and  provide a  tranquil silence in
one’s soul.

it lightens the burden we carry on our weary shoulder knowing GOD is with us
in every step of the way……guiding us, holding us, carrying us.

may peace and love of ALMIGHTY be with you….

what’s so mind boggling about 41? nothing…..if i am whiskey and spend all this time in a cask and been bottled i shall be considered maturing well and has a deeper, longer and richer flavor.if i am a game, then a 41 game of card is what i shall be.if its a wedding anniversary i shall be expecting a land as a traditional gift, even if its just in a pot.

i do not want to dwell much on age,after all, it is just a number of years. i always says”in happy birthday…it isn’t the birthday that counts, its the happy”,there is more to life than number of years and dates.today is as ordinary as any day.it is the thread of memories and fabric of moments interwoven that makes it special.now, that to me determines life.

i thank GOD that i have reached this point in my life to which i find happiness on simple things around me,that i am content with who i am and what i have,and that i learned to treasure people who matters to me.may HE grant me health as it is wealth by itself,wisdom to know there are things in life above and beyond my capacity to understand and the will to accept it.

to my blogger friends with whom i share a special kind of kinship.a relationship not forced rather grown into something deeper and meaningful, i thank you all.you have taken friendship to higher level and made my dream come true.my passion for writing has turned 360 degree since you all came into my life. i was on the brink of giving up then and you provided a lifeline and add spice to my rather bland blogging life.you offered more than comments,you proposed friendship.i cannot thank you all enough.

and to my husband and my little one.. you are the reason why there’s always a song in my heart,a rainbow in my sky and why life is good at 41.

it’s 2:42 am.i don’t know what wakes me up and you know how it is when one wakes up at such hour…..you find it hard to get back to a blissful slumber.now, shall i make myself a cup of coffee? nah!my problem is getting backto sleep not staying awake.shall i watch telly?nah! i don’t feel like watching.shall i blog?why not? …….and here, my friends, is where i need your help.

ngayon lamang ako gagawa ng isang buong tula sa ating sariling wika.pagpasensyahan na ninyo ang simuno, panaguri at kung ano pa ang mali.tama ba ang chronological arrangement?tama ba ang pag-gamit ko ng salita?di ko ito ini-edit dahil hinihintay ko ang inyong mga kuro-kuro.

paano ka lilikha ng isang tula kaya
ganong ang isip ay salat sa pang-unawa
paano mamumutawi sa iyo ang salita
gayong ang puso ay kapos sa pagpapala

pagdaan ng panahon aking napagmanman
ang isang obra upang maramdaman
mabigyan ng buhay at maintindihan
ito’y dumanas ng tunay na karanasan

by eng