Plus and Post

I’m running late on this whole PAD thing.  Too many reasons to list.  So I will be playing catch up the rest of the week.  Wish me luck.



One plus one
and that was fun

Then Love became flesh…

One plus one equals three
and the more, the merrier, you see

Then Love became flesh

One plus one equals four
and life’s full of adventures galore

Then Love became flesh
once more…

One plus one equals five
Love around here really thrives!




What do you mean you sent me a post?
Did you publish a blog?
Write an article for an online news?
I haven’t heard from you in ages!
What do you mean you sent me a post?

Mail? What mail?
I was just on the computer earlier today.
My inbox was full of spam.
I didn’t see your name.
Mail? What mail?

A “real” letter sent to me?!
Handwritten on paper with pen and ink?!
Stamped and sealed with a kiss?!
I didn’t know those still existed!
A REAL letter sent to me!

O happy day
I got a post
The mailman
is on his way
I got a post
from my friend
In reply
a card, I’ll send
– the non-electronic kind
of course. (The End.)












So many on the list







New Arrival

I’m so very late for the party. Poetry Challenge 2013 is 10 days well under way, and here I am with the first one. Oh well. Better late than never. (Who said that anyway?)


appointments dropped
a whole week cleared
shifts rescheduled
sick days redeemed
food delivered
Starbucks made more dough
neither cops nor rain
couldn’t make them go
fights broke out
pushed and shoved
just for the new arrival
of the iPhone that they loved

{ 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge:  Day #1 }



Down the creaky, wooden steps
Thirteen seconds long
Around the corner at the end of the hall
Through the doorway
Eight feet tall

Trod along the dusty sidewalk
Five song long
Across the street at the light
Under the lamppost
Twenty feet’s height

Pass the noisy, crowded market
Billboards fifty feet long
After the woman selling fake gold
Around the street urchin
Six years old

Stand in a line along the wall
Nineteen persons long
Pass the guard and through the gate
Arrive at school
Just three minutes late!

I remember walking to elementary school every morning when I lived in the Philippines.  For me, it seems like it was a very long walk.  I lived in the city and so I passed by many things along the way.  I don’t think I ever disliked it walking to school.  My mom took me, of course.  But in reality, the walk was probably no that far.

While some of the things I mentioned in this poem are made up, others, such as street urchins, the markets, billboards, and streetlights were real.  There was even an overpass, kids inhaling drugs, jaywalkers, people washing their clothes and dishes on the sidewalks, and other goings-on that you’d only see in the Philippines.

No matter how long, short, busy, dangerous, or tiresome it might have been, though, I always have good feelings when I remember those days – walking to and from school, every day…