Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

11/11/2011

The Sincerest Form of Flatteries

There are haters around us in many forms. Sometimes we are able to identify them but sometimes we are not. But if we develop the mentality that haters are in fact our admirers, it would cause no harm. ‘Hating is the sincerest form of flattery' says a proverb. There are various reasons to hate a person and at times, haters do not have a reason at all to hate others. They do it just for the sake of hating others. But hating a certain name only gives them fame. Whether a person loves you or hates you, you are in their minds. But haters only hate the things that they can’t get and the people they can’t be. So, it is only an expression of adoration they have for you. In fact, when someone hates you, it gives a sense of motivation to achieve more in life and stand upright in front of them. Therefore, do not hate your haters.



“Hating: the sincerest form of flatteries”
I thought that it was “imitation”
When I think about different categories
Love and hate are sometimes alike
It's the attention you receive
A strange “social rules” kind of psych
In their mind they see negative
For wanting or for dislike
It leaves you to your prerogative
Perhaps it's adoration unexpressed
A reflection of their pain
A problem they have not confessed
So hating is liking one and the same
Sorry if it's too confusing
Some people will play futile games
When someone hates your ideation
Stand upright facing them
And thank them for new motivation.


2011 Moira G Gallaga©





06/11/2011

The Greatest Thing is Love

With every person that we care about
It's about being there when needed
You give because it makes you happy
Their happiness makes it much better

Our parents are there watching over us
We grow up before their mindful eyes
We're thankful for their good teachings
They're thankful for the connections

Friends are the best for shared interest
Laughing and running and playing full
Of course there can be disagreements
The importance is to work things out

Soon we find ourselves drawn hypnotic
To someone and share it all in romance
The hills and valleys of love and pain
But together we bring forth new beings














Then it's our turn be the caring parents
Understanding the role of adults past
Do our best to give the next generation
The wisdom shared with us back then


All our devotion and damage and dust
Transferring back and forth in events
Sometimes takes us from real meaning
So remember:  the greatest thing is love.


05/11/2011

Let My Love Be Your Home

A promised love has finally come
For which my heart has longed
A tale of two souls merged as one
Finding the place where they belong

Oh, fly into my waiting heart
Let my love be your home
Accept this love as your new start
Where you ne'er again will roam



















Reach down low and lift me high
Your love can give me wings
To where I'll rise beyond the sky
My soul, so hopeful, sings

Together we will recreate
Our lives as one soul mate















Yet will my hopeful cry be heard
Or will I be left waiting
Without what I have always yearned
My dreams ever abating

Will my heart finally learn to fly?
Or will it remain grounded
The echoes of my haunting cry
Through earth and sky resounded













You hear my call, you draw me near
My heart its home will be
Forever more without a fear
Forever you and me

The heart is home, two souls are one
Two lives are merged and new life begun.


2011 Moira G. Gallaga©

01/11/2011

The Beautiful Game

32 Teams - Three years to prepare;
Hone the muscles and sharpen the mind
strengthen the legs, ankles,
and give it your best shot!

Three years to act
bravely within the team,
with lion’s courage in every game,
bringing you closer to the day!

Three years to anchor
sweat and tears for victories,
being loyal to your country, all these
guarantee your place in the...

World Cup of Soccer!!!

32 teams after 3 years of dreams,
travel to their destiny,
the proud host stands - open arms,
receiving those who made it through.

Have you ever been to the event
that ‘happening’ every 4 years
and tasted the euphoria
shared by hundreds of millions?

Have you felt the anticipation
before a game
looked at the faces glowing,
excitement sparkling around you?

The kick-off,
11 lean muscled bodies on each side,
a pour of energy and wit
behind a checkered ball torpedo.

Then ... the kick that scores
the crowd that roars,
smiles and tears a magic wave
players dance a wiggle rave.

Now and then
disgruntled boo’s may fill the field,
a ref’s decision, a bullied player,
anger rises but soon subsides.

When the last whistle blows
united we stand and feel the same,
there is no doubt at all...

Soccer’s the most beautiful game.


2011 Moira G. Gallaga©

31/10/2011

The Sound of One




~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Africa my lady
   your red blood earth and endless skies
drum
   pulsating beats through primordial
seat
   base-rhythm a roll thats rounded
"Keep-us-grounded-keep-us-grounded"


New Australia New Zealand
   walkabout orange dust and tepid air
throb
   didgeridoo drones of ancient
shamanic feet
   Shuddering a longing god-sacred wish
"bring-together-the-new, bring-together-the-old"


Westerners and YELLOW  East                                                           
   where mystery and machinery
meet
   tears of the cello, allegro laughter
feel
   By molding pain and joy
     Face both shadow and light
"gratitude-in-sadness, jubilation-in-gladness"


The cold cold north of Viking Norse
   where ice and sap green runes
   spaceship
 the hang between bright lone stars
   percussionist
 of passion and string gentleness
"dream, strive, desire!!!      find LOVE"


Blue angel choirs of voice so strong
   where the Word becomes a song
Sing
   melodies and primal cries
Shout
   where eagles fly
   Lift your voice in praise
"glory oh Spirit, glory thy Name"


Indigo tabla, indigo see
   Other worlds within worlds it be
Stroke of fingers,
tap visions
   Of the not yet seen
 that urges me
"open-your-eyes, open-your-eye"


Purple flute softly whispers
   the road to travel
destiny yours to unravel
   Follow your Spirit, America!
"Walk-your-own-path"

The birth of a soft faint sound
Will rise, crescendo-explode into love
and make us…

ONE


2011 Moira G. Gallaga©


30/10/2011

Apology to my Body

I take advantage of you everyday,
I know I abused you, but what can I say?
I didn't know better, and though it is true,
What can I say to make it up to you?

My dear body, with me through thick and thin,
Though I never meant it, I have committed sins,
Loving life so much, I did not see,
What it was I was doing to thee.

Finally you shared your pain,
You gave my son life, I shall do the same,
Finally I see what you mean to me,
My body, my friend, I finally see.

Take better care of you each day,
I will meet your needs in every way,
For I love you my tired friend,
To you this apology I now send.


2011 Moira G. Gallaga©

09/10/2011

My 2nd Poem in honor of Steve Jobs


To every star there comes a time when light will shine no more.
To every road there comes an end when journeys go no further.
Every torch will one day pass from one hand to the next,
And every soul shall one day gaze upon the farther shore.

Photo via http://www.top-funny.com/archives/three-apples-change-the-world-153.html


In every time new genius grows, unequalled and beset
With cares and fears of those around who cannot see the way.
That visionary in a jealous age of mediocrity,
Who knows no fear and conquers doubt, a blaze of modest light.

With jaded eye and saddened face, the cosmos wonders long.
It knows what he’s doing as he passes on, but not what comes beyond,
The life that shared the fruits of thought across the planet’s sphere.
No more shall bring a new dawn age, or gladden new dawn hearts.

He leaves alone, yet leaves behind these gifts of wondrous tools.
A graceful night that follows on the sparkling of the day,
The triumph of the life well lived rewarded with cool rest,
And praise no more shall rain upon the ear that cannot hear.

But still it seems that he must know his glory and his name,
Endures beyond his transient pose in gaunt and fading frame,
Endures beyond the toys and tools, the wonder and the work.
A rise, a step, a reaching hand that grasps at time and space.

Another day, another man, another Steve Jobs comes.
Not to finish, not to end the task so far begun,
But still to add another sum and scrawl another line,
Contribute yet another thought that builds upon the first.
  
Forever thus the circle goes, new heroes shall arise.
New praises sing for new crowned kings in fleeting seats of fame.
But soon their time is called away, new princes will ascend,
The vacant throne of fallen lords, those who’ve gone before.

2011 Moira G Gallaga©

In Memoriam: Steve Jobs

In Memoriam: Steve Jobs.
by: Moira G Gallaga