TWENTY FIVE YEARS OF WEDDED BLISS

This is the most recent poem I wrote on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary last year....25th day of September 2007....although our plan to spend the time with my family in Australia did not push through because of events that we have no control of, I am still happy...We can go all together some other time...

TWENTY FIVE YEARS OF WEDDED BLISS
By ancient-dreamergirl

Silver years has passed so quick
Being with you is utter bliss
Problems too have been with ease
What more to say, heaven not to cease.

Two little kids are grown with pride
Lovely lady, handsome kid with me in stride
In a future that HE made so bright
Oh God, so blessed we unto thy sight!

A hubby though not perfect in everything
To me that adds to simple things
A warm embrace, some tender kiss
Enough to brighten, give me a blink!

Not the plushy car, nor a mansion in a hill
A simple house with laughter fills
All that I ask of him to me fulfill
I am happy, let time stand still.


“ WE ARE SO BLESSED TO STAND THE TEST OF TIME,
UNTIL WE GROW OLD TO SAVOR OUR GOLDEN YEARS TOGETHER!”

My Wedding Day

I wrote this poem before my 'big day' on 25th of September twenty five years ago...


My Wedding Day
By: ancient-dreamergirl


Restless to see the dawn to break
In the morning come, at last awake
To see myself in gown to wear
My beau to meet, never forsake

In the early ray of sunshine bright
There stands my man in armor shine
With smile on lips I want to fly
Like a bird so free happy in flight.

Bells ringing, angels singing
Flowers on hand, I wear the ring
To say “I do”, the priest hearing
Pledge my love forever keeping.

'WHY"

Written a few months ago when the night was cold and lonely. I had been there so I know what my child feels about this matter of the heart. To wait patiently for the right guy is the right thing to do. Until that time comes, stay as pure and innocent as you are now until both of you say “I do.”


“WHY”
By: ancient-dreamergirl


As I lay your head cradled upon my breast
With soulful eyes you look up to me and said,
“Why is love so elusive?”
My darling child I said,
“Love so pure and true is there somewhere
Waiting for you, not now nor tomorrow
But sometime He only knows can come true
Let not your heart fill with sorrow or pain
For in a while your prince come hopping up his way
Let not your heart dictate to HIM your ways
What HE prepares, someone beyond compare.”

Songs of My Heart

I am in the mood to share the poems that I have written in the past. Yesterday, I shared my poem, In Dilemma.

This one today is about a girl's anticipation in waiting for the man in her life....

At Twenty Four
by ancient-dreamergirl

Two tens and four my time of gold
Who in the stars my heart to hold
Is it the one of heavens told
You to my soul, to my sight unfold.

Counting stars each night in bed
Thinking how or have we met
Counting hours till morning comes
To me, my beau, my beau, becomes.

Are you the guy with raven hair
With pensive eyes, smile so rare
Come now, ahh, long time in wait
Please don’t let my life in vain!

In Dilemma

A short poem.

In Dilemma
by ancient-dreamergirl

I can hear the birds chirping outside my window pane,
But harken not I to go and shoo the birds away
When my heavy heart I can the world put to shame
Romeo and Juliet, no, not I, death to blame.

If the pain within the rains can wash away
If the sun comes out of clouds, a hint of ray
Will this aching stop, will it go away
Tell me now, tell me, or shall I go astray?

Memories coming, my heart start aching
Past, present, and future, I start shaking
Do I have to face you, start pretending
What have I to say, is it nothing?

Ah, fate, why are you so vain?
For me to choose, honor or fame
Can’t hide from Him, unlock the chain
Dear God, forgive, I am not insane.

WRITTEN FROM THE HEART

I want to share with all of you a wonderful poem written by a friend. If only every child in the world would express his undying love, admiration, respect, and appreciation for his/her mother, no mother would ever feel unwanted, unappreciated and unloved. The poem is in Tagalog. I thought of translating it in English and post both the Tagalog and English version, but I knew I won't be able to make justice to the purity of emotions in the poem as expressed in the vernacular.

TO ALL MOTHERS IN THE WORLD....A BLESSED AND HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!


Aking Ina
T.R.Ladran*

Laging sumasagi sa alaala
Kamusta na kaya ang aking ina
Walang araw na di naiisip
Kasama minsan kahit panaginip

Buong buo sa gunita
Ang dinaanan kong lupa
Mabato, maputik
kung minsan ay may tinik
Subalit tanong sa sarili
Ang galos ko'y nasa binti
Wala sa paa, wala sa talampakan
at iilan lamang!

Minsan mabilis, minsan ay mabagal
Ang pag-usad ko sa buhay
Ngunit hindi naramdaman
Ang pagod sa paglalakbay
Sapagkat sa mahabang panahon
Sa paglakad at pagtakbo,
ay natutulog, nahihimlay
Nakapasan sa likod ni inay!

Minsan nababasa sa malakas na ulan,
Minsan naluluto sa init ng araw,
Minsan nagugutom, nauuhaw
Ngunit ni minsan ay hindi umangal.
Malapit na! Malapit na! ang laging sambit
Tiis pa! Tiis pa! Namumutawi sa labi
Darating na tayo sa pahingahan
At duon hindi na mahihirapan!

Ngayon napagtanto, at nandito na
Kaya pala ang galos ay nasa binti lamang
at wala sa paa o talampakan
Ay pagkat hindi ako lumakad at laging nakapasan

Nakita ko ang luha sa mata ng ina
Dala ng gutom, pagod at uhaw
Dala ng sakit ng katawan!
Ngunit may ngiti pa rin, pagkat kami'y nandito na.

Sa king pagbaba sa pagkakapasan,
Sa king mga mata naman bumalong ang luha,
Nakita ko ang paa ng aking ina,
Wala ng mapaglagyan ang galos at sugat.
At ang balat ng katawan,
parang tuyot na palayan,
Tayo'y nandito na sambit pa rin niya
Sa wakas! Makapagpapahinga na.

Ngayon ako'y malakas, sa isip itinatak
Hindi na muling hahayaan maglakad ng nakayapak
Ipananalangin sa Diyos ang buhay na may galak
Para sa king ina na sa akin ay naghirap.

Ngayon ako'y malakas, ako naman ang bubuhat
Sa aking ina habang ako'y nabubuhay.
Hindi hahayaang muli syang masugatan
Kahit ang kapalit ay maging buhay ko man.


*This poem is posted with the permission of the poet*

Poems by Robert Burns

I consider poetry as songs of the heart. Reading such wonderful verses can transport one's soul into the deep recesses of another person's heart. For me, a gift of a poem is as priceless as the biggest diamond in the world, in fact, more valuable because a poem cannot be stolen, but be forever kept in the chambers of one's heart.

A Red, Red Rose
By: Robert Burns
Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!


To A Kiss
By: Robert Burns
Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infants' play,
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day.

Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action,
Ling'ring lips, -- no more to join!
What words can ever speak affection
Thrilling and sincere as thine!

Sampaguita