Happy haiku.

We all have joy in our lives at one time or another; Discover this poem today.

The Earth is soaked
with blood and tears ….

When you have that special love of life and the people in it that make this life worth living.

This poem I remember writing. It commemorates a wonderful day spent with my oldest granddaughter, when she was two, and her other grandmother. We explored parks with her, and made a lullaby tape we labeled the "Singing Grannies". My musicality is limited, but I had fun.

A haiku.

Some days, no matter your best intentions and ow hard you try to make the day a good day, peace and harmony just do not equate with the gray. Read more…

One example is the church, the mass must be peaceful and harmonious but because of the status of our cities now, people cannot give respect to the church. There are already loud noises like people shouting outside, the loud engines of motorcycles and cars and many other things that destroy the peaceful and harmonious mass. Unlike the times now, masses in the old times and in provinces are totally different in cities. In provinces, we can feel the peaceful and harmonious essence of a mass. We can hear the harmonic voices of the cheerful choir members; we can feel the cool and relaxing breeze of the wind. We can understand clearly the sermon of the priest unlike in cities where we can’t hear clearly because of the disturbances outside.

Two little trifles. Forgive me as I practice.

A poem I made.