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Beauty | #HaikuProject
– Haiku 003 | Haiku Project – Beauty I see who you are. Beauty within, God given, Smile’s a peace at heart. Related: Here’s an intro the my Haiku Project. | Haiku 002 – Appreciation #Haiku #HaikuProject #IamJMKayne
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Haiku
– Haiku – “Haiku” is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. Haiku poems consist of 3 lines. The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables. The lines rarely rhyme. This is another side of me. Way – way back in High school I love writing poems. I guess it comes with the fact that when you’re young, you tend to be “emo” and romantic. Thus topics of poetry on love and relationship comes easy. It has been a decade (or more) that I haven’t written a poem. Not until today! :) It is when I listened to one of my favorite podcast – Happier…
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My Paradise | JM Bacus
via My Paradise | Julie Mae Bacus from Ang Suga Publication (CNU) Didn’t know that this 13-year old poem of mine was already published by @angsugapublication’s Worpdress blog since Aug 2016! So happy and blessed to have finally made it to the school’s mag! hahaha T’was my frustration back then… (to get published in the school mag) . . . Know the reason why I wrote it and get the feels of it! A special shout out to Ms. @leonemaeestrelloso (on IG) for the photo background. Check it on angsugapub.wordpress.com/2016/08/my-paradise-julie-mae-bacus/ . . #cnumagazine #AngSuga #HigalangNormalite #Poem #Poetry #MyParadise #FrustratedWriter #HappyMe #iamjmkayne #InMyHeartJMKaynesBlog #PPBreakthroughs2018 #PoetDawKo #FeelingWriter God bless! JM…
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Faith, To My Soldier
FAITH, To My Soldier Drenching tears on my face never thought I will be freed Astonished by so many, imprisoned only within this side, I heed Recalling those memoirs make me blue until fate … Revealed the real gift of faith! Embraced with your charm, here I see , Loving someone so dear to me, thus allow me of who I should be, Listened to my howl, I was a captive of unrequited emotions, Eventually given liberty by the soldier, the angel awaited untied from illusions. Could this be God’s Gift, my plead, HIM, hopeful to spend life with this beloved. Acquired treasure worthless, Vanished -seat of…
