Read the Poem - "Destiny And Character" by Moira Gallaga

Read the Poem - "Destiny And Character" by Moira Gallaga:



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Your Love Taught Me To Live

Your Love Taught Me To Live:

by: 14 February 2012, Moira G Gallaga©

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Ticking of the Clock

Tick tock. Tock tick.

The incessant ticking of the clock

Long minutes turned into long hours

Clicking like the turning of a lock

How long have I lain here

Waiting for sleep to come?

Listening to time shed like skin

I’d hate to tally up the sum

I’ve counted a million sheep

Drank endless glasses of warm milk

Said my prayers and laid upon my pillow

Its gentleness softer than silk

So why hasn’t sleep visited me?

Have I offended you, old friend?

Please don’t forsake me now!

Allow me to make amends.

2011 Moira G. Gallaga©

Anticipation or Instant Gratification

Instant gratification isn’t my style

There is no pleasure unless it was earned

I prefer to stop and smell the roses

Can’t play with fire with out getting burned

I have struggled, overcame, and achieved

I have come out from the belly of the beast

To be the person I am today

It was a battle to say the least

The tingling in my stomach

As the anticipation builds inside

I’ll take my time going through this world

The joyful youth  in me has not died

Patience and compromise became my allies

The rush of this fast paced world my only foe

Let this moment linger on forever

Let its delight be all I know

2011 Moira G. Gallaga©

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©

Life's Little Instructions

The most selfish 1 letter word - I - avoid it.

The most satisfying 2 letter word - WE - use it.

The most poisonous 3 letter word - EGO - kill it.

The most used 4 letter word - LOVE - value it.

The most pleasing 5 letter word - SMILE - keep it.

The fastest spreading 6 letter word - RUMOUR - ignore it.

The hardest working 7 letter word - SUCCESS - achieve it.

The most enviable 8 letter word - JEALOUSY - distance it.

The most powerful 9 letter word - KNOWLEDGE - acquire it.

The most essential 10 letter word - CONFIDENCE - trust it. 

May you all have a great weekend - recharge the body and nourish the spirit. For those who practice Yogin Reiki, as you begin your workday give yourself a few minutes to meditate each day. 

Flow of Life

Experience. Dream. Risk. Close your eyes and jump. Enjoy the freefall. Choose exhilaration over comfort. Choose magic over predictability. Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life. Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut. Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another. Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Be wrong every once in a while, and don't be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance in ordinary moments. Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost. Own your reality without apology. Laugh without holding back and cry without any regrets. See goodness in the world. Be Bold. Be Fierce. Be Grateful. Be Wild, Crazy and Gloriously Free. Be You. Go now, and live.

I've realized that life is indeed full of contradictions. Sometimes it's crazy to be sane, you need to fall to fly, people suffer because you care, you have to unlearn to know the lesson, you have to give up because you are strong, you have to be wrong to make things right. Nonetheless, life's complexities are also life's source of beauty. We should cry to laugh again, fall apart to be whole again and get hurt to love again.

Have a super-ultra-fantastic day Folks!♥♫

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.

2011 Moira G. Gallaga©

Freefalling

Ten thousand feet above the ground
And I am free from all, but sound.
Listening to the wind blow past
I know that freedom is fast.


Hurdling toward the earth
I feel this sensational birth.
Life has come anew,
Nowhere else is this so true.

I free-fall toward the land;
And in this time, life, I did befriend.
For now where else am I serene,
But in the vastness of the skyline scene.

Peering across a dream,
A mapped out land of seams
I have conquered this world
As towards it I am hurled.


2011 Moira G Gallaga©

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©

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©

The Sound of One

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

Africa my lady

   your red blood earth and endless skies

drum

   pulsating beats through primordial

seat

   base-rhythm a roll that’s 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©

Poetry in Contemporary Society

Poetry in Contemporary Society:

by: Moira G Gallaga

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Passionate

Passionate:

2011 Moira G Gallaga©

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One Small Step in the Right Direction

One Small Step in the Right Direction:

2011 Moira G Gallaga©

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Mis-takes

Mis-takes:

by: Moira G Gallaga©

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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.

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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

A Mermaid's Song

In the deepest depths of the ocean blue,

The mermaid’s fins sparkle every hue,

She dances through the midnight seas,

Her beauty apparent to those that see.

A sirens call, a danger to thee,

Though no man can let her be,

She sings to them, a lilting song,

Convincing them to her they belong.

Shining fins cut through the water,

Shining eyes dance with laughter,

Of flowing hair, and stunning grace,

The mermaid is a magical race.

Careful ye be of this beautiful maiden,

For she sings of desires to be sated,

For you she will sing a lullaby,

A beautiful song, your final goodbye. 

2011 Moira G. Gallaga©