On Foods, Born Again, Homecoming

Foods Make, Unmake You

Eat what you may
And something to your dismay.
Eat veggies and nutritious food
And be surprised something is good.

Eat meat sparingly
And run to your capacity
You won't get tired and weary
But happy and merry.

Born Again

Six years I dwindled in disbelief
Spiritual darkness engulfed myself
I was terribly incarcerated in a shelf
In a world of ignorance like a thief.

The day has come to know the truth
A humble, soft-spoken Elder had sought
And taught me the Gospel truth
Baptized me for the sin I fought.


The Homecoming

Excited as I was
To attend the alumni homecoming
Of my former school in Yubo
Something uncomfortable did happen.

I was treated as a stranger
With a lukewarm welcome in dismay
This strangeness led me aptly
To go home unnoticed immediately.

n.b. - These are the repost of my poems posted at myLot, my other writing site which I have joined.

On Nipa Hut, Nature, and Road to Happiness

The Nipa Hut*

Sitting along the seashore
Watching waves going to and fro
Just like the kids running aimlessly
Untiring, unperturbed, trouble-free.

Coconut trees may take their part
For the lovers to give them shed
Unnoticed a humble nipa hut
May comfort them of all they need.

*Late in the afternoon we visited the Las Olas beach in our locality. There were no more people. The excursionists were already heading home. And we're the only beach goers present. The kids splashed themselves to the seawater. While I kept myself capturing the beautiful nipa hut along the seashore. And idea popped up. Thus this poem was written.

The Nature

Offering a help
Needs not be conditional
To a new delivered birth woman
Bringing her to a mountain where she lives.

Heading to her home
like communing to a nature
Where beautiful scenic views abound
Peace of mind calm so much the troubled mind.

The Road to Happiness

Man has come to being
To search for happiness
He stumbles down and out
In sinning he becomes miserable.

He repents and strengthens
His way to eternity
As Jesus his Redeemer
Fulfilling his eternal happiness.


n.b. - These poems are the repost from myLot, my other writing site which I participated.

On Graduation, Sleep and Morning Trial

The Graduation*

It's school closing time
Graduating students in a long queue
Parents and guardian in best time
Letting no things overdue.

Dreams and ambitions
No longer a problem to pursue
This momentous situations
Are here to ensue.

*I write this poem while I was attending the closing exercises of our granddaughter who completed her elementary last April 3, 2018 in my Alma Mater.

The Sleep*

The body was done
Of today's routine work
From morn till night
And time to take a sleep tight.

Invigorating the tired body
For tomorrow's work
By taking a sound sleep
All is ready to upkeep.

*My eyes are getting heavy. Garkitty is already sleeping. "How I close my online writing job," I asked myself. Well, it's already late in the evening. I do compose this simple poem, hoping this would appeal to poetry lovers and others too.

Morning Trial

The morning breaks for a new
For another opportunity for us
To live to the fullest
But inevitable life's trial takes its nest.

A daughter of mine is confined
To the hospital for she's sick
Sad for it's her birthday today
Wish her well to be okay, happy and be merry.

God is so kind, merciful and forgiving
Our prayer be answered well and good
For my daughter's health be restored
In this momentous morning our dear Lord.

n.b. - These poems are all repost from myLot site which I participated in writing online.

Friendship in Verse

This is your humble poetaster in his attempt to compose a poem on FRIENDSHIP in response to the query of myLot friend Gayle Harrelson. For poetry sake, take time to read it. Thanks...

Friend looks after a friend
Just like love begets love
a thing that comes from above
Nurtured, cared until the end.

Responsiveness may be considered
For better or for worse
As confidentiality of course
Friends are forever and ever endeared.

In and out friends may come
For a fellowship, camaraderie
Its happiness would it be
That disgust may not come.

Even own family is minded not
For friends understand well
Matters go on show and tell
Yes, believe it or not

Nothing is comparable
In friends in words and indeed
Of what they eat and feed
For they are comfortable.

Duty first comes to self
Of a friend who's at stake
From the peril for no mistake
Thus getting him out of the shelf.

Sorry strengthens relationship
Coupled with humbleness
To express due remorsefulness
As a result of censorship.

Happiness, friends get
For being true and loyal
May be ephemeral
Merely thinking what to get.

Individual is unique
In Thinking and talking
In doing and sharing
Standing our in a clique.

Perhaps it's up and down
For friends do come and go
Caring, loving they surely do
As friends indeed in a crown.

Five Tricky Friends

Five Tricky Friends (Have you met them?)

Five Tricky Friends?

I have five tricky friends
They go hand in hand
To nowhere and to all extends
Never mind to where they land.

One is called Cotton
It is light and white
But it is simpleton
careful for its bite

The second one is Begged
its eyes are round and bright
faking things, bootlegged
Challenged everyone to fight.

The third one is Present
It never gets time out
It' never get absent
It's there for you to bail-out

The fourth one is Spice
To see it with eyes gleaming
Again have it once or twice
Never, ever complaining

And the last is Scratchy
Sounds unsanitary or trivial
 Come and it is not itchy
It's friendly and jovial

My four friends are nothing
They're the product of mind
For writing and sharing
This poem nothing to find.

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This is in reply to a Suddendeathpoem challenge posed by @Jessicalynnt, one of the users in myLot which I have joined for online writing. Just for the fun of it, I did accept the challenged and try. In reply, she said, "hat actually had a very nice flow, well done!!!"