The Power of the PEN is back AGAIN~!!

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH

po·et·ry/ˈpōətrē/

"Literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm;..."


A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems: "poetry and fire are nicely balanced in the music".
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I remember when I was in grade school, I had a handy journal (which I still have up to now) and a trusty pen which I stashed away in my school bag along with everything that I need to survive a tedious day of learning. When others doodled, I was being artistic in my own seat and writing down the menagerie of words running in my head!


After being an archaeologist in my room (yeah, I had some spring cleaning in line), I discovered my handy notebook, along with the poems I have written even as young as 12 years old! I was very young and beautiful then.{ now i'm just beautiful!}


In the occasion of April being POETRY MONTH , I shall be posting up some poems that I have written over the years, as well as those that have inspired my writings. 


I guarantee that some will make you smile, laugh, rekindle the feelings of being young, and even make you remember things that makes life worthwhile!


I also have a chapter entitled "BITCHY POETRY" which shows you the inside-my-head-thoughts of 17 year old me, going thru a crazy time being a teenager!!
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Written in the Year 2000

What love can do

When two lovers love

The stars sparkle brightly from heaven’s above

When sweethearts kiss

Everything turns to bliss

Sweet roses and daisies merrily dance

As lovers pass by holding hands

Season flowers just bloom and die

Unlike love which doesn’t just come and pass by

Love has always been a mystery

And I hope the answer will come to me

Great kings and poets seek for the answer

Yet up to now they still wonder

It’s a mystery what love can do

But for me to be true

I still wonder like you

Surely, love will come in our lives too. 

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