Along that Long and Winding Road...

He smiled...She smiled back...
He waved goodbye...
She smiled and tried not to look back...
Will it be forever she asked?
Will they see each other again?
Will they be strangers?
WIll they be wonderful friends?
Again she looked back...
He waved back...this time with a lonesome smile...
He waved back this time with questioning eyes...
She tried to smile...
She tried to raise her hand to wave goodbye...
Unfortunately she just can't...
If love is for both of them then someday they'll find their way back to each other's arms...
But if otherwise...then somehow in that long winding road...when their paths will cross again...
They will be able to look at each other...smile sweetly...and finally wave back...
and this time...maybe...just maybe...with thankful eyes...they'd be able to utter the words that both of them longed to hear...
In that long winding road they'd be able to wave back and finally move on and give their final goodbyes...

Carousel

- poem by MJ-

Pix of a musical animated carousel Teyla and I bought last Christmas. It features six Christmas melodies. Wish you could hear it playing!

Love is
a carousel ride. 

Dizzying, 

Titillating, 

Sweet music playing.

 A blur of passing colors, 

of psychedelic rainbows, 

As you and I go spinning 

Round and round,
Round and round.

 Spring and summer
Winter, fall. 

Sometimes I think
of jumping off 

But, your love, 

It holds me captive
always. 

And I stay. 

I'm glad I stayed. 

Love is
a carousel ride. 

Titillating, 

Sweet music playing; 

Through the years, 

So enchanting. 

And I'm staying;

 Ain't goin' nowhere. 

Let me be dizzy ... 

Dizzy with you.

 - By Joy Browning

in my dreams

this is supposed to be my initial entry in poetic murmuring. every blogsite i joined, as a tradition,i composed a new poem to offer. however, "winter, spring, summer and fall" carries a significant and personal meaning to me.

each evening bestows a certain glow
for i know my dream will be of you
i closed my eyes and let you in
a dreamland where love never end

we laugh, we cry, we touch, we smile
the soothing warmth of your arms on mine
your tender kiss, that soft caress
the perfect love we were denied to keep

why in dreams we always talks
of all the things that mattered most
is it because in the real world
uttered words reminds us of what we lost

when the sun sets down, the moon adorns the night
my heart is beating wild, i am ablaze with delight
i can see you once again, feel you one more time
my reality is a dream of having you each night

like all things beautiful somehow has to end
mine is the inspiring beauty the morning brings
with eagerness i await for night to commence
in a tryst rendezvous, you and i, in a dream

by
eng

image taken from public domain

Power

I would like to dedicate this little poem I wrote to all my dear TSS sisters, and to anyone else out there whose life, like mine, has been touched by the magic of photography.



I have the power ...
The power to capture

This one special moment ...

This moment in time.

With the click of a button
The scene that's before me

Is frozen forever ...

Forever in time.

Oh, I love this power ...

This magical black box

I point and I shoot

Any day, any time.

And years down the road

When I look at my pictures

I'll smile and remember

This one day in time ...

- by MJ Browning (Special thanks to Teyla Browning who - after being bribed with a few Hershey's Kisses - posed with her Mini Mouse toy camera to help mommy illustrate this poem)

fragmented

if love is to last forever
then why ours has to end
not with joy and laughter
but in harrowing sorrow and despair

if sunset calls for romance
i'll bring a wine or two
to keep the mystique a bit longer
when the sun has lost its glow

if words fail to profess what i feel
i let the flowers eloquently speaks
no words is hardly ever needed
that its beauty and grace cannot expressed

if laughter is the best medicine
why am i still in pain
whenever the thought of you cross my mind
the moment ended up in tears

if memories can fill the gap
of the void you left inside
if tears can only bring you back
i'll made all the wrongs i did be right

eng
12august2011

thinkin' of you...

i cried a river of tears
alas! the pain remains
the wind whispers a name
and i am taken back to then

love if true never ends

no time can mellow
neither distance can tame
oceans apart and miles away
in thoughts and heart.....

forever you'll stay

Eng
18february2011

ONE SPECIAL DAY...

I looked at him on that beautiful day...
I smiled as I watched him as he held them close...
At times I couldn't believe my very eyes...
I'd grin a little...
I'd laugh a lot...
and yes secretly I'd wipe a tear or two...
And I'd eventually wonder...

How would it feel like seeing him holding a tiny little baby in his arms...
There were times when I'd wonder if he/she'll have his cute little eyes...
His sweet little lips...
and cute squishy nose...

seeing me beaming with joy...he finally asked me, " what are you thinking?"
I simply answered with a happy tone and said, " nothing..."

and when he'd turn his back I simply mumbled the words...
" I'm praying hard for a tiny little angel who'll have your straight and tamed hair...
I'm praying for a tiny hand that will grasp your big fingers in the wee hours of the night...
I'm praying for a cute little man or woman in our lives who'll be your little girlfriend or my little boyfriend for life...
Yes dear...I'm praying hard that soon enough I could give you a reason to really smile...really laugh...really cry ( with happy tears) every single day..."sigh!?!
...AND YES...all these crazy thoughts crossed my mind because of ONE SPECIAL DAY...

YES IT ALL MADE ME THINK OF THESE SPECIAL THOUGHTS BECAUSE OF ONE SPECIAL DAY...

Inay

when i'm in pain
i think of you
your gentle hands
that soothes my brow

when i achieved a thing or two
i know you're proud
as no one else
beams as bright as you

when i am hurt
i know you knew
i can feel you are hurting
more than i do

you lost two sons
and a husband, too
but not your enthusiasm and love
for us who's still with you

i run out of words
to vividly picture you
from a daughter to a mother
inay, no one compares with you

Eng
19June08

This may be personally written for my mother but motherhood is a universal dictum. to all mothers, the world will never be the same without you in it...happy mother's day!

Innocence

Someday,

Years down the road

from this one blue-sky,

smiling-sun,

gentle-breeze-blowing-

through-lush-pine-trees

Thursday,

You will be

(most likely)

mesmerized by

latest fashion trends,

teenage movie stars,

lipstick's hottest shades,

who took who to prom,

and then, oh, dear,

your first date.

Later on,

you will

(most likely) find

classy red cars,

stiletto heels,

bestseller novels,

guys with cute smiles

fascinating.

And then, much later on,

college applications,

job applications

will keep you

(most likely)

on your feet,

As will (eventually)

engagement parties,

shopping for wedding gowns,

and then, at last,

your wedding day.

But on this

one blue-sky,

smiling-sun,

gentle-breeze-blowing-

through-lush-pine-trees

Thursday

All you care about

is the slender

blade of grass

you hold tightly

in your hand.

And all

I can think

as I stand

a few feet

from the spot

where you sit

Is how

beautiful

you are.

And how

innocent

you are.

And sometimes

I wish I could

keep you like this

And freeze

this one moment

forever.

- by MJ

An Ode to Happiness

photo by KTL

poem by Carmen

I am a free spirit, beautiful and warm.

I will thrust to the horizon with a zestful attitude.

I will greet anyone with a caring smile.

I will tease around playful souls.

I will be a shelter for those who’ve lost their way home.

I will dance to the rhythm of my heartbeat.

I will sing my soulful longings, joys and pains.

I will embrace him who would long for me.

I will kiss with a fire-like consuming.

I will snatch back my laughter in midst of trouble.

I will let tears fall like rain.

I will hold tight to the unseen hand that is always there.

I will travel on to this journey brave and bold.

Here and now,

I will breath-in life like it is my most precious gift.

I will glorify The source of all my inspirations…

by giving my best shot ...

by quietly walking my path

by graciously sharing to the world

all of me…

and all the best I could be.

(august 10, 2007)

Nonthaburi, Thailand

carmen

i found my niche

i found my niche
in a place of zen
i called my own
small as it is but it is home.

i found my niche
in my daughter’s
loving hug and kiss
a cure to the weariness i feel.

i found my niche
in my husband’s
warmth embrace
a security i always desire and need.

i found my niche
in this game of words
writing my thoughts
to unburden my load.

thank GOD
i found my niche
a speck of heaven
in this life i’m lucky to live.

Eng
12April2008

my child

i am awake most of the night
just staring at you
as you lay peacefully
asleep by my side

i say a little prayer
to the mighty heaven's above
to keep you from danger
and to always light your path

you swell this mother's
heart with pride
with your sweet words
and your loving hugs

in you i saw
my purpose in life
i shall pass through it
with you as my prize

i shall overcome obstacle
thats been placed on my path
keeping you always
the crowning glory in sight

i cannot promise you
a pain free life
sometimes you had to cry
to know that it hurts

one thing is for sure
my dearest child
i shall stand by you
till all storms in your life has passed

Eng
22May08

the book....

through pages of life i have gone
volumes of memories,verses of pines
few chapters i’d say are better than some
those i finished, result of perseverance

lines in the sun,blissful, blessed ones
i play by day and dance on moonlight shine
i dreamt of dreams and sing my happy song
stardust on my hair and a rainbow in my soul

several episodes are blue as blue can be
yet those hours has made what i am me
in life i learned nothing remains the same
it is tough, but at the end its worth the bout

when i find myself on top of the world
i'd recall the passage which explains it all
it keeps my feet anchored on solid ground
weathered by adversity,bowed in humility

again, in this life i chance upon to tread
bespoke feelings of joy and sorrow poesy
stack of sheets in this book rather misunderstood
on my lips a smile and my eyes a knowing look..

Eng
26October08

dance with the music

such pleasing
sound and sight
dance to the rhythm
of a mystic life

hear the percussion
of a beating heart
body and soul blends
the music comes alive

yes, let us dance
let us forever sing
life is meant for living
at the end of a dream

Eng
6april11

childhood memories

walking down the memory lane
i heard a laughter, it rings a bell
a familiar scent, that well known grin
such wondrous memories of yesteryears

of all mornings, weekend brings delight
i can play with friends from morn till dusk
no homework, no chores, no worries at all
when the tummy crumbles, its time to head home

evening brings chaos to a household full of kids
squabbles can erupt from petty matters, indeed
whose turn to wash the dishes, tidy all the mess
they're all for Voltes V while i, for Mazinger Z

i got few scratches and scars to bear true
childhood is the time to explore the world around you
climbed few trees and got stung by what have you
but, i'll do it all again, never doubt i'll do

alas, the years has caught with us
i live my life and so the others does
but through the years i kept alive
memories of childhood forever in my heart

Eng
28March11

p.s.... this was inspired by another poem - young friendship - i wrote years ago. the first and the last stanzas were lifted from that poem. since, it was also based on childhood memories, thought i better write few lines of the same topic and merged them together.

home sweet home

whenever i am lonely and feeling all alone
i think of your sunrise which warms my heart and soul
across the golden meadow and lush of evergreen
i dreamt of your mountain high and cool cascade of spring

i've been away from you for far too long
missed lots of summer, its laughter and joy
among the countless beauty i always yearn to see
is your sunset by the bay that bestow fond memories

i longed for that moment to meet friends again
brother, sisters and a mother so dear
to see their faces lit up with a smile
whenever i come to visit once in a while

one day i shall retrace my way to you again
against thousand miles, amidst countless faces
in your bosom i shall rest and embrace you anew
i will be back to be with you, home sweet home again

eng

p.s. my daughter, ysabelle, was beside me while i was doing some editing on this poem. she read it and choose the picture - from the hubby's works - that will go along with the poem. it was the photograph of me and her taken by the hubby against the backdrop of an enchanting sunset.

Gift

"Thank you Lord for another day.

May we learn to use it to love one another in more than a million ways."

...to bring a smile on every animal....

to spread the cheer with each flower that blooms,

to wipe away the tears of each child that cries

and offer our prayers way up high

so that when our last day comes,

and see thy light for one last time

we will be called a GIFT by all mankind

I saw an angel cry

This was inspired by an anesthetist, a Zimbabwean, who after coming back from his native land has told us the realities of war that savaged his beloved land. Only a blind person cannot see his pain, only those who are deaf will not hear the anguish in his voice.

i saw an angel cry
amidst a land savage by war
dreams are lost and hopes gone
darkness prevail, light never come

where fields were erst a golden feast
now turn to place where battle rage
what was once green now blood spills
the cries of innocents gnaws in pain

at one time was called a brother
today fiercely hunted by the other
existence now weighs upon the shoulder
on a senseless killing of one another

once the children roams the earth
they fill the air with robust zest
not today, it pains to even say
most of them lies in eternal rest

then, the nights were filled with lullabies
and morning brings a joyful time
now, all you see are ghostly towns
gnashing teeth and tortured cries

the golden sun has lost its rays
the majestic moon cries out in vain
when is this madness gonna end
until then...i'll weep with him

by eng

"bright"

as a child i used to spend so many hours wondering about so many things...

the man on the moon....

fairies flying overhead

mermaids and crystal balls

...a trip to neverland

now that i am all grown up

i still marvel about myriad things but

i've found the answer to them all

because each time i stare at God's creation

i know it in my heart

that He has perfectly made

what a human heart desires

one only has to gaze

with child-like eyes....

"and i thank God for friends at salitype and all of you who make this travel through life...light and bright"

-zen/kulasa-

touched by an angel

why did you leave in a sudden

without proper valediction

i've longed for you to come

and lessen my heart's burden

it's been a lonesome decade

i have not seen your happy face

i missed you so bad

your surprise visit made me glad