Love Is Like A Flower

Love Is Like A Flower

Love is like a flower, beautiful and bold,
If this love is not nourished, it can be hard to hold.
Love like a flower, grows in the same way,
It blossoms and changes with each passing day.
Love is the tiny seeds that grows in our heart,
Hoping this love is a brand new start.
And when this flower shrivels and goes away,
If it is cared for it will bloom again someday.
If the love we felt seems to die,
With patience and hope we will find it again
In another`s eye.
So when love seems hopeless and you are afraid to try
Think about the beautiful flower under a blue sky
Love is like a flower, and it will grow to be,
A beautiful bouquet of love that will last all eternity. 

Source Poem: 2000 LLLee 

Source Photos: My uncle’s garden






It’s Cinco de Mayo,

a Mexican celebration

and commemoration

of pushing Napoleon out of Mexico.

A slight breeze

tickles the green, orange and white fringe

strung over the plaza.

Vendors are setting up their booths:

BBQ brisket burritos,

smoked turkey legs,


pork rinds”¦.

No vegans are in sight

and no French is heard.


Source Poem:

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Orchids of Mayon Volcano

A Wild Orchid 

We are all flowers in the garden of the world.
Some of us are daisys dainty and bright.
Some of us are poppys,with sweet contagious laughter.
If there was a flower for you,
Youd be a wild orchid,
So full of life,colors alive,
Sprinkled with scarlett and purple,
Explosions of colors racing through your petals.
I was walking in a garden,
Looking for a flower with a soul like yours,
A free spirit,so intense and vivid.
There were many flowers,
The tulips were always telling me to stand up straight
and not open up too much.
The violets were deep but when watered with love closed up.
The rose was too perfect in every aspect.
Then there was you so unique and wild.
A orchid with a soul different from them all
different to touch,to hold,to look at.
You took my wild colorful side,and let it live.
Set me free with your fire
I dream of finding you again,
discovering you again,
Theres far to many daisys in life.

Source Poem: Lanie Alexandria Costeas 3-18-92

Me and my niece ventured out in Cagsawa Ruins earlier today.  The last time I was there was 20 years ago..Back then, it was just Cagsawa Ruins and a guard house.  Now, all I saw was shops selling native abaca products and orchids along the backdrop of Cagsawa Ruins and Mayon Volcano.

The Cagsawa Ruins (also spelled as Kagsawa or Cagsaua) are the remnants of an 18th century Fransican Church, the Cagsawa church, built in 1724 and destroyed by the 1814 eruption of the Mayon Volcano.

Serenity Poem


“The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.”

– Robert Frost (1874 – 1963), U.S. poet

(Mt. Apo*, Davao, Philippines, 1979)

entranced by solace of the mountain,
lulled by verdant trees of tranquil twigs,
i sense cool mist embrace me
in the stillness of the leaves.

early birds sing morning anthem
as tapestry of sunrays in shifting shades
garnish the foliage…

enthralled, my woes flee as the fading fog –
respite from dullness of mundane routine.

amidst the suffocating serenity

i rest!

– between
recreation and occupation
is decision.

– between
vacation and vocation
is option.

(c) 1979 Chito L. Aguilar

* Mt. Apo, the “Grandfather” of Philippine peaks, is the highest mountain 
in the country.  Rising 2,954 meters, it straddles Davao del Sur and North Cotabato 
in Mindanao.  Mt. Apo is home to the endangered Philippine monkey-eating eagle.


1st blogger and follower I met in person. Serendipitous indeed. He is a published poet and the Director of DTI Trading of Legaspi. His book of poems is called Shifting Shades and in-betweens “Reflections@50”…All his poems can be found on his blog Shifting Shades.

I did not post a picture of Mt Apo but instead post a picture of Mt Mayon since we met in Legaspi trading office..The picture of Mt Mayon was taken earlier today in Embarcadero Harbor in Legaspi Albay and the picture of us was taken yesterday while checking the Magayon Festival.

You are special Poem [Guest Post fr]

never give up dont worry each day
we all get tested in life each day

keep smiling and stand tall
life is worth living even if you find it a bore

we all have something to offer the human race
we all have part to play in this amazing play

smile in the morning smile at night
the warmth will glow with heavenly light

and life will be better and life will be bright
as the lord made us all special

and gave us all a guiding light

By: Kevin Newman

Source Photo: Elena Kalis

I would like to say thank you Kevin of for the wonderful poem he wrote to me about my mother on my missing you post. Will never forget this from the bottom of my heart. These are his words:

1st Poem:

A beautiful tribute
to your mum who loved you
your kind words like a beautiful sweet tune
a mothers love will never die
she has only moved over
to the otherside
she will always be there with you
smiling down and caring too
you may not see her
but she can see you
her warmth is there
and her memory too
as these dark clouds
will soon pass and sun will shine again
your smile will return and happiness
once again untill it does
remember those days
of smiles and laughter
and happy birthdays
these are what will help you through
as your morn your wonderful
mother and her beautiful memorys too

2nd Poem:

And there she would be waiting for you
her beauiful smile lighting up her face
her warmth and beauty in all its grace
awaiting you at the top of the stair case
to give you a warm hug
with lots of her love
the angels would dance and sing again
and bring you togther
once again
the heavens would light up
with a beautifull glow
as you and your mothers
love would show

      “No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.”

Will you hear the call

Will you hear the call
and pick up your drum,
or will you settle back
into the easy chair of your old life,
content just looking out the window?

Get up and walk outside into the grass.
Leave behind the porch of this life,
the house of the ego.
Call to the spirits; call loudly
from your heart.
Sing out your soul’s song,
which thrashes against your ribcage
for release.

There is bliss,
there with the spirits,
free from the body
and from this earthly pain.
There is perennial compassion
in the redtail’s wings or the wolf’s howl
and with this you can return to the world
heart spun open, hands outstretched
bathing those who suffer in light.

This is your birthright from the beginning.
Claim it. Get up.

Written by: Shaman

Source Photo: Me

Missing you

your sweet voice haunts my mind.
I see your face in my dreams at night,
Your visit is always sweet and kind.
Although you are not with us at this time
I feel your energy; A warmth like sunshine.
I remember how you gave your motherly advice
And your casual conversation was always nice.
Sometimes I feel lost without being able to tell you
Hello or Goodbye.
I feel like there’s nothing left to do but cry.
But I know you would want me to stay strong
I dry my tears and fight to move on.
But still missing you;
Reality creeps in and I think of good times
We miss you but we have to go on with our lives;
I get lonely knowing we will forever be apart
But your memory lives on and will always be in our hearts.

Poem by LaTisha Gaylor

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Miss you Mama and Papa!

Life is Mostly Quiet

Life is Mostly Quiet

Believe me, you don’t have to know.
Not so much that you render yourself helpless.
Helpless in the face of what Life brings next.
So make peace with knowing very little.
About Love.
About Others.
About how life should be.
Make amends with how things are.
Not knowing a thing,
walk with gentle knees,
ready to drop to them, at any moment
that Life dictates it.
Keep an empty hand
so that it can be brought to your heart
when a grief arrives.
Make up a bed that you can fall into
as your own, comforting arms.
We come to find, that Life is mostly quiet.
It asks us to live by our Knowing, while
surrendering that very same thing.
It vibrates easily around us,
candid and benevolent.
You see, it’s only
when we root ourselves solid in some knowing again,
that Life seems to have to shout –
from Its whisper.

‘Life Is Mostly Quiet’ – Em Claire
©2008 – All Rights Reserved

Source: Vivid Life


Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

By Maya Angelou

Along with ‘I know why the caged bird sings’ I think this is one of Maya Angelou’s greatest poems yet.  The power that it lets out when you read it, it’s just amazing! Very inspiring…

Source Photo: Leap Frog

The Will To Win

The Will To Win

If you want a thing bad enough

To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and
your sleep for it

If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it

If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,

If gladly you’ll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,

If you’ll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,

If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You’ll get it!

-Unknown Author

Source Poem: Village Hero

Source Photo: Mamabishop