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Tinatangi

Tinatangi

 

My love

Hello

And

How are you

 

It’s good

To see you

Upon waking

 

Shall

We have coffee

Now

With

Continental

Toast on

Which we might

 

Slather

Something

Sunshine-

Yellow

 

Breakfast

For me is

Special

When the

Toast could

Have

Some honey

On it, too

 

Well, C R.

(An alter-ego),

The

Nourishment

Of one

Before me

Now

 

Is so

Much better

 

Word-High July: Welcome!

 

Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

7

Timpi

Timpi

 

Timpi

Timpani

Steady the beat

Avoid the roll

That ends with

A set of

Cymbals’ crash

 

Self-control

Must be a challenge

In the heat

Even the heat

Inside the

 

Body

Or maybe in-

Between

Two bodies

 

Maybe in some

Atoms of

Moments, we

Find control,

Once we

Release it

 

And yet

Restraint—take

A moment, take

A breath—is

Not a bad

Course, either

 

Listen

 

Watch and learn

The lessons

And the rhythms

Of life are

Coming at you

 

Some assembly

With discretion

Required

Before we

Let all run

And run away

 

C L Couch

 

Word-High July: Welcome!

Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

12

Kilig

Kilig

 

She giggles.

She is happy.

“Dad?”

she says.

“Dad,” she says

again, this

time adding

a tug,  “’Cause

I feel so

good now,

If I open my

mouth,

 

will butterflies

fly out?”

She giggles

bigger now.

“They might,”

I say, “They

might fly

right through

your laughter.”

 

She tries to

close her mouth.

She can’t.

More laughing

fountains

forth.  She

sounds like

gulps of

Spring.

 

And, like the

season, her

arrival has

brought new

life into

the world.

 

She is so

excited over

what might

happen

next.

 

C L Couch

 

July is right on our door steps and it’ll enter with Word-High July! Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that is, Rosema at https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

July 1

11

Liftoff

Liftoff

 

Late

 

I’m driving home,

High-beams

Looking out for

Deer whom I

Might then drive

Around

 

Yellow center

Lines with white

On either side,

 

Bushes and trees

Farther off still

Line the road,

Marching back

In layers of green

 

And black that

Make up the

Horizon, too,

Which I see in

Front of me

 

Then—I hadn’t

Thought of

This—the moon

Rises in my

Direction (that is,

 

The way I’m

Going) behind

Dark verdure

Rows

 

Half-disc bright

Red-orange

Startling the

Sleepy countryside

Into becoming,

As if in an

Astral spell, a

 

Rising plain of

Backlit silhouettes

 

Sentinel at night

Ascends like

An ancient mother

Ship leaving

The quiet earth

Where it has

Hid, now taking

Its watchkeepers

Home;

 

Maybe, too,

A matriarchal

Ark as well, bearing

DNA of flora

And fauna,

Gene-tracings

 

In chromosomes

Of mitochondria

 

Lifting all toward

Freedom of

The Earth, carrying

Our errant

Molecules through

To what we say

Is outer space:

 

Passing other

Spheres of cosmic

Condensation,

 

Asteroids and

Planetoids and

More substantial

Yet nascent

 

Un-wakened

Denizens of

Rock and fire

 

Cradles for

Star-making,

Entering nebulae,

The vessel-charge

At last and

With a knowing

Satellite’s prophetic

Discretion,

 

Diffuses organic

Atoms inside

 

Entropy-laden

Stellar capacity,

Static potential

Wanting alien

Life

 

To incite and

Render systems

Viable for carbon

Habitation;

 

And so

 

Our lives together

Evolve into

The future of

World-making

3

Atatürk

Atatürk

 

The death-toll rose

From ten to forty-one

 

Was there a plan

In the attack that

Foreign blood would

Mix with that of

Home

 

Insane strategy

To kill those first who

Are not involved

 

The cheat of

Terrorists whose

Cowardice will not

Face military forces

 

This aim makes a

Target out of me, and

Certainly I can get

Scared;

 

I must hope that

Death by misdirected

Amateurs will not

Find me today

 

And grieve with those

Slain in anonymity,

Because the killers

Don’t care

 

Who we are

7

Almost Heaven

Almost Heaven

(phrase from artist John Denver)

 

Kanawha, Nicholas,

Greenbrier counties

 

Earth gives way

To water and to fire

In the anger of the

Skies

 

Prometheus surrenders

To the whim of

Dionysus,

 

Touched with the

Power of Poseidon

And sport-attitude

Of Zeus

 

We reach over gods

Toward better

Intercession,

 

Praying for the

Tendril touch that

Holds the earth

And sky

 

And all the heavens

 

Because on land and

Other West Virginia

Lives, an ocean’s

Upheaval falls

 

Drowning, splitting

The ground on

Which we alive yet

Strive to stand

 

 

West Virginia Flooding Kills 24; Search and Rescue Efforts Continue

https://weather.com/news/news/west-virginia-flooding-severe-weather-outbreak-news-impacts

http://www.fema.gov/disaster/4273

9

Psalm 46

Psalm 46

 

A new world comes

And some would say

It’s here

 

By your hand, we might

Live in better days

 

The images we make

For politics or

Entertainment

 

Are wrung through

With shiny fakery

 

I think our new day

Will arrive,

 

Lord,

 

When we learn to say

I love you to the ground

And to the air

 

And to the wind we

Cannot see but truly

Feel and have:

 

When we learn the

Value of unseen things,

 

We can say I love you

To each other

 

Then your new day is

Manifest

5

Gutted

Gutted

 

Walking through the house

Was strange: your

House that burned, now

Skeletal and

Perpendicular

 

Beams and cross-beams,

Bannister askew—rooms

Awash

 

In neutral shades of earth

And ash,

 

An appliance here or there;

 

For all the blackened parts

And where textures are

Impressed with soot and

Shadowed particles,

 

The house we see

Could be

 

Rising from the ground

As new:

 

Save for a generation’s

Life, now endowed only

By memory as legacy,

 

Which I think you saw

Upon the bones of

Your remembered home,

 

As we all walked through

8

Love is There

Love is There

(at any age, on any page)

 

Where?

 

Up?

If I look up,

will I see it?

 

Out?  If I go

outside, will I

be it?

 

Around the

world, where no

bound can

keep it?

 

Or deep inside,

where when I

hurt I hide it?

 

Love is there.

It’s everywhere.

 

Reach out;

we’ve earned

it.  Teach it, and

we’ll learn it.

 

Everyone of

Earth and

on

 

deserves

love from

birth to

build upon.

 

 

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