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Saturday, April 30, 2022
Wednesday, April 06, 2022
Wistful Smile
I blinked my heavy tired eyes
In fleeting seconds hope I would find
Your smiling face that brings delight
To my once aching heart.
Just like a mist, readily gone
That's how you synced your time to mine
In just few seconds you were gone
Now I am wishing I crossed your mind.
Yes, that's what reality is!
Hellos and goodbyes are said inevitably
Hoping your plans went well with you
That is what my hearts desire for you.
guestpost by ThinkerBelle
|photo by billymacdeus @ Manila Bay|
Saturday, March 19, 2022
Beautiful Strangers: Woman In The White SUV
The dawn hasn’t broke yet.
The blackness of the previous night still blankets the surrounding. A reddish light of the lamp-posts in the subdivision, the still trees lined up on each side of the paved road, the beautifully built town houses…everything gave a tranquil vibe.
Not lonely, not scary, just serene.
That’s how I felt while walking. It’s 4:30am, just me and the calm dawn. Passing the roundabout, a headlight shone behind me.
I angled half of my body to glance back and check what’s behind. It’s a handsome big white SUV.
I stepped inwardly since I was slightly within the driving lane. To my surprise, the car decelerated beside me while the window is being rolled down.
A woman behind the wheel slightly ducked her head and peeped to the window while saying “sabay ka na palabas” with a friendly grin on her face.
I was hesitant at first, however considering it was a woman, I shyly replied “okay lang po ba?" with an unsure smile and she said “of course” reaching to the door handle so it would open for me.
Once inside, she introduced herself and casually asked about me. It’s supposed to be a 5-min ride. However learning that we’re both northbound, she offered the 45-min ride. She talked most of the time-telling stories, about her work and her life.
I was just there listening, nodding, speaking once in a while. Gauging from her look, the woman was a bit older than me, definitely someone from the upper class, with a casual but classy demeanor.
That ride has long ended, approximately 5 years ago, yet I’m still awed by it. It was an unbelievably great morning. The woman was kindhearted and trusting.
“How can I repay?” to the beautiful stranger.
® Real-Life shortStory by Shyla
Waiting Moonlights
Waiting Moonlights
It's the calmness and the arresting peace;
layered by the soft breeze of summer.
waiting moonlights, one summer evening.
a quarter to seven -- dusk, maybe?
Maybe i want to see the glorious moonlight;
trying to surface from the transcending clouds.
Lights, slowly... willingly shining upon.
a witnessing sight to wonder, somehow.
And there you go, finally smiling...
your moonshine - - - beyond profound.
Indescribable, as you get to manifest the
exquisite beauty, leaving me speechless.
~billymacdeus ® poetry
Tuesday, March 08, 2022
Immortalizing You
Civilly, shooting stars are falling beside your gaze, even on your shadows; actually... at all angles,
but you didn't care.
you kept on shining your glow, to the darkest of the nights, and you generously shared your iridescence
i was amazed -- as usual... things like:
your super duper nice ability to magnetize my attention-- they way you make your point,
the way you flash your grin-- at times arresting me with longing to lock you in my arms,
your listening skills--allowing me to express further my trains of thought,
the way you convince (and the way you influence) at all levels, was truly impressive -- a proof that you're a wide reader.
i could go on, and on.. describing you, and the list will be endless
and i will never get tired - i guess,
it just so happened, like a bat of an eye -- "kisapmata" in the Filipino word --- our intimacy, how it blossomed.
i'm happy yeah, and i could feel the mutual happiness too, on your end.
it's a fulfilling sense of euphoria... if there's anything beyond that description; i admit --- that should be it.
composed: June 11, 2021
~bmvd ® poetry
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