Grades are just numbers



Hounding his false dreams

Cared for grades than the lessons

Dispersed knowledge gained.


in these dreams


Wonderful poem, Reminds me of my family. 🙂

Leonard Durso

in these dreams
they come
family friends
in places
so long ago
comforting enough
to resist
when knowing
only in these dreams
will all of them
be there

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Fighting Flesh


I’ve had many thoughts in this poem, but I cannot fathom and weave them into words. Each line is extremely powerful.

Poems and Petals


I fight myself
The flesh that I am
Waging wars
Against worlds I find myself in
So I can fall
Onto my knees
And find my trust
My love
My everything
In Thee, my Savior, my Lord
My all

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Message on the wall


This poem gave me chills.

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

society faults severely
battle lines being drawn
poor’s dire, desperate living
dark nightmare with no dawn
yachts, condominiums, carriages
rich thriving, enjoying more
peasants, workers, destitute
thrown out of city doors
their voices drown in thunder
of sewage Niagara Falls
head down work in shame
infinitely oppressed raise the call
inflation equates subjugation
poverty chained castigation
eternally trapped inside ghettos
while affluent enjoying gelatos
inequality to end some day
natural continuum calling noon
daggers sharpened to extreme
killing commencing soon
ending human crime
revolution it will be called
opulence brought to justice
cleansing without consequence
no one spared no armistice

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“Darkness thus is not all bad;
Great life lessons it teaches us …”
The truth has been spoken!

Success Inspirers World

Who can truly darkness like?
When with evil darkness comes;
When full control darkness takes,
Many good things also start to go wrong;
Whereas darkness has its positive side;
Not just having a negative side;
Many good things from darkness come;
Much good also darkness does;
Darkness thus is not all bad;
Great life lessons it teaches us;
All dark moments that we have,
Great good also can they bring;
Look then therein for the good;
Spend less time on that dark side.

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Pavement Cafe


This poem is indeed humanistic. Every verse is breathtaking; the narration is simple, but the author weaved the words effectively. This is a masterpiece!

Anna Ghislena

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I’ve been sitting here awhile. 

My cup is empty. 

No matter, I like watching human traffic.

Foreign students chatter by.

Her!  She passes every day;

fresh long hair, a breezy skirt, so beautiful;

the picture of my love when I promised her the universe.

Now there’s a young man with determination in his stride;

his tie flapping across his chest; his briefcase full of ambition;

I remember those days, before this.

A fretful girl struggles with her double pram.   Are my children all grown up now?

As the world turns a dog sniffs my shoe.

Clink.  Silver hits my cup.  I salute you.

©Anna Ghislena 2013

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Loss of hidden pride
Inspires the damsel to shine
Flips hair, loves again

Inspired by RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge. Photo from Domestic Church.

Refreshed Wounds


A piercingly bright curtain of stars is the backdrop for this beautiful image taken by astronomer Håkon Dahle. The silhouetted figure in the foreground is Håkon himself surrounded by just a couple of the great dark domes that litter the mountain of ESO’s La Silla Observatory. Many professional astronomers are also keen photographers — and who could blame them? ESO sites in the Atacama Desert are among the best places on Earth for observing the stars, and for the same reason, are amazing places for photographing the night sky. Håkon took these photos while on a week-long observing run at the MPG/ESO 2.2 -telescope. During this time, the telescope was occasionally handed over to a different observing team, giving Håkon the opportunity to admire the starry night — as well as to capture it for the rest of us to see. The Milky Way is brighter in the Southern Hemisphere than in the North, because of the way our planet’s southern regions point towards the dense galactic centre. But even in the South, the Milky Way in the night sky is quite faint in the sky. For most of us, light pollution from our cities and even the Moon can outshine the faint glow of the galaxy, hiding it from view. One of the best aspects of La Silla Observatory is that it is far away from bright city lights, giving it some of the darkest night skies on Earth. The atmosphere is also very clear, so there is no haze to further muddy your vision. The skies at La Silla are so dark that it is possible to see a shadow cast by the light of the Milky Way alone. Håkon submitted this photograph to the Your ESO Pictures Flickr group. The Flickr group is regularly reviewed and the best photos are selected to be featured in our popular Picture of the Week series, or in our gallery.

Gazing at night skies
Thinking of old memories
Wounds turn fresh again

Photo credits to Wikipedia. A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Heart Releases the Truest Kind of Magic



The source of magic

Comes straight from beneath the chest

Thoughts gone actualized

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge

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Forget Me



Love and Last



My love ends neglect

Until my lungs exhausts, dries

Hope shall ever last

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: ‘Love and Last’

Your Face





A nicely done poem with a touch of the author’s political perspective.

Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything

Sense of belonging, longing and pride
One country in disarray, another one decides
Wars are fought, blood is spilled
Blind patriotism, numerous killed
Oath of allegiance, to Queen and the shire
Criticism treason, consequences dire
All but for the country of your birth?
Wake up humans, you belong to Earth

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Be pleased with thy jeans.

Don’t threaten tattered wallets.

Choose needs over wants.

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Starry Night; Warm Sunshine



If  you are looking for great adventures,

Search beyond the boundaries and the comforts of the city

Carry within you the struggles of the marginalized and the poor

And in a united goal , watch with them a lengthy starry night.


I knew you had to always look through the window

Because the chills of dawn caused your bladder’s impending explosion.

Remember, endurance’s a prerequisite to long journeys along the road

But in a few hours more,the embrace of warm sunshine will be above you.


The sandy, sizzling environment of Mabalacat, Pampanga

Surrounded by long fences and monstrous signs of corporate entities

Wanting to build golf fields and the planned Clark Green City,

The starry night is, but in loneliness, will soon dash away.


Two mountains standing apart, connected with hanging bridges

Spark great fear of falling onto the hard rocks brought by lahar

But to reach the community one must brave the height

Because the mission’s fulfillment gives a warm sunshine.


The Aeta children welcomed the strangers with a facial beam

Without the thought that they might be oppressors

Or the right hand men of the capitalists or of the landlords

And in their beautiful eyes a starry night might glow.


Happily they sang the modern songs they hardly understood

Singing Frozen’s ‘Let It Go’ in a repeating stereo tone

Or idolizing Lyca Gairanod and all other ‘The Voice Kids’  renditions

Their melody touches like warm sunshine beneath the ears.


Most of them lined up inside the small, hollow-blocked room

Waiting for the doctor’s stethoscope to be placed above their chests

The babies cried, but the schoolers observed in an open-mouthed wonder

And just like the blinks of the starry night, they wished to hear their hearts too!


The adults spoke about their stories and histories

As they offered root crops and nutritious meals to the hungry

As they spared their bedrooms and pillows to the sleepy strangers

I knew the warm sunshine blessed their souls with hospitality and prudence.


Our Aeta brothers and sisters suffered from oppression

Through false representations of those empowered by the ‘seats’.

They have always wished for self-determination,

But instead experienced some unwanted alienation.


In development they were not against,

But only hoped for the promised sustainability

Where the neoliberal agenda shall not prevail

Over the indigenous people’s interest and of the masses.


During starry nights I shall remember the Aeta children of Marcos Village

And as stars glitter I shall always see the hope in their shy smiles

Their mountainous settlement shall remain their paradise

So that their warm sunshine won’t turn in a cold instant.

This poem was published at Sulo’s March 2015 Issue. “Starry Night; Warm Sunshine” is the metaphor used to describe the current lives and struggles of the indigenous peoples in the Philippines.

Sulo is the official newsletter of KATRIBU National.


A tender broken heart


The validity of the ‘facts’ in this poem is absolutely stunning! This poem, moreover, shattered my heart into pieces!

Success Inspirers World

With all my heart
I loved you;
Yet, this same heart of mine
Today aches with pain
That’s been caused by you;
A tender heart you’ve so broken,
A whole life you’ve shattered.
And now I have a tender broken heart.
How comes it, my love?
Why would the one I adore the most
In all the whole wide world
Be the one
That gives me
The greatest pain
I know
In the whole wide world?

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Beacon and Field


God Light

Sharp beacon of light
Fielding great moments through clouds
Battling against height

A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge

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Beast & Day



The Scriptures foretell:
When the judgment day comes near
The lamb slays the beast.

A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Photo credits to 



A very brief, yet nice poem about the characteristics of a journalist. 🙂

Boomerang Zone

Questions, questions, he asks a lot
That he certainly does.
With half a clue, connect that dot,
For later and now, to record what was.
A curious man he is.

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War and Fame



In desire for war

Guts and strength overthrow fear

Fame is well achieved

A response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge. Photo Courtesy of



(I had to copy this poem from the book I owned since my first year in high school. This piece was also the one we had performed in our high school Speech Choir Competition, in which we bagged the championship title.

I found the message also inspiring, especially to the youths like me, and because of that, I rewrote this poem at the back of my notebook, so that, whenever I feel down or lost, I know what is/are my passion(s) and my struggles in order to achieve my dreams.)


(Max Ehrmann, 1952)

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

Do Something (Positive)


This is what our Political Science 160 (Political Sociology) professor is talking about. Sadly, there is no existing theory yet that will vividly explain how social media can affect collective actions (or activism).

And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind...

When activism is reduced
to complaining via social media,
change slips out of reach.

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Love and the Universe


Love and the Universe

Orbits decree the farthest distance

And light years dictate the lowest chance

‘Cause I am Mercury and he is Mars

Revolving around a certain sun.


The stars die as the universe expands

Uncertainties conquer the realm

With Orion losing the last arrow in his arms

And notes of requiem, catching the breath of life.


Polar ends rotate and interchange

As love cripples out in mortal vain

Drying the tears of the ailing night sky

When the new dawn wishes to arise.

My Interpretation:

I made this poem earlier during our Political Science 150 class, while I was struck with boredom. The piece tells the story of unrequited love and of moving-on, both of which I had tried to relate with the natural events in the Universe and even in our planet. Moreover, I am writing this interpretation because this is one of the skills I had learned in Speech 11, one of the General Education (GE) subjects that I have been taking for this semester.

The first stanza simply states that the author and the one he loves are different, in terms of talent, socio-economic status, likes, and the others. The third verse subliminally suggests that the author and his beloved are both biologically male, as Mercury and Mars are both Roman gods which are masculine in nature. But the fourth verse says that despite their obvious differences, they share the same goals and dreams in life, which is figuratively represented by the sun.

The second stanza is much more emotional than the previous one. The first line,the stars die as the universe expands, means that chances to go nearer to the one you really love seemed to be so distant whenever opportunities keep on knocking on your doors. This could also be interpreted as an abrupt enlargement in your beloved’s circle of friends, which could increase the probability that he may not notice you.

The first line, moreover, is also a statement of failure. Thus, in verse 2, it is normal for the author to feel the plagues of uncertainties as he has his heart broken. This emotional challenge is even more emphasized in the third line, with Orion losing the last arrow in his arms, which symbolizes despair and depression. The last line of the second stanza looks like an oxymoron, with notes of requiem symbolizing severe distress and breath of life symbolizing hope. When both of these concepts are connected with the word awaiting, the author may have wanted to say that the encouragement and help of loved ones could mend at least the worsening pain of the heart-broken individual.

The first and the second verses of the last stanza mean that whenever we repeatedly fall in and fall out of love and get hurt, we also tend to change our perspectives concerning love. Moreover,the third and the last lines of the same stanza are interpreted as the moving-on stage and the return of true happiness.

How about you? How do you interpret this short poem of mine?




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The Room


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The room deviates from the customary

For silence’s a requisite to survival

But neither of us shall deny

The consequence of a dying love


The room throws us back again

To the moment where we began our affair

Lingering, clinging to each other’s arms

Prevailing sleep for once in a while


The room’s trapped in indiscernible vacuum

Petrifying strong structures to be voided

Shattering, drowning hearts loudly heard

Playing the music of unsung hymns and melodies


The room leads to yet another room

Where two creatures fated to spend honeymoon

But such has borne great witness too

Of love’s gloomy dusk to commence soon



Roses will be plain rubbish

If once blue skies kept turning grey

Doves can’t anymore fly northwest

Leaves won’t transpire in zest

Each moment that passes

Every glimpse you create

All actions you make

Desert me, breathless

No creature shall complain

When I gasp in pure despair

How shall I love thee

If you already took my breath away?



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Image Search.”


Yuletide’s over

Longing for your arrival

Waiting for a chance.

But no departures

Shall shatter our love.

Ice Jail


Trapped inside

The piles of rocks

From a speedy avalanche

I found myself

Barely breathing

With heart racing

In terror, I screamed

But my voice seems

To only bouncing back

No one heard me

I only thought of

Letting the night pass by

The howling wolves

Terribly scared me

I thought of you

While jailed in ice

The next day

I don’t know why

But I woke up

In a hospital bed

And I saw you

Touching my forehead

“I’m here now. Don’t worry.”

You said, smiling.

Falling Leaves



Photo from Tumblr

For a boy who lives in the tropics

Though the surrounding’s torrid

And wet oftentimes

He waits for those falling leaves

To mark his season of writing

Patiently, fervently

He watches the trees

That are opposite the window

But an autumn is so far away

Nor found in nearby states

So he keeps his wishes

Inside his heart, that someday

He could travel the planet

Or go to temperate zones

Like that of North America

And see how wonderful

As things keep dropping

One by one

But the reality is that

An autumn is so far away

He kept on reading about it

In books, in encyclopedias

And even defined it with

A handful of dictionaries

But a writer indeed knows

How to imagine scenarios

So he felt contented by waiting

For the rain to cry once again

Then he’ll see the green leaves

Dancing with the wind

Losing balance, falling

Swimming with the basin

The boy is now happy

Holding his pen up high

And begins scribbling.

Just For You


What a lovely poem. I can’t resist rereading this.

Callum McLaughlin

Do you see the mighty moon
illuminate a sea of stars?
Those diamonds sparkle just for you.

Do you feel the summer sun
grace your skin with its crystalline glow?
That warmth it oozes just for you.

Do you smell the radiant roses
gift their sweetness to the breeze?
Those flowers blossom just for you.

Do you hear the drip, drip, drop –
the gentle hum of a rainy day?
That music whispers just for you.

And all those favours; all that charm;
I would sacrifice it all,
just for you.

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Relationship Status


This is the kind of problem that our society has today. Relationship status does matter to most of us, but undermining the role of each in creating a good future for the humanity.

Rae of Sunshine


In a Relationship



In a civil union

In a domestic partnership

in an open relationship

It’s complicated




Since When did my relationship status matter to you. Since when did my relationship status trump who I was as a person. Since when did my relationship status determine my views on the world. Why does my relationship status worry you? Does it cause you any kind of harm? Does it make you uncomfortable? Does it not allow you to function in your everyday activities? No! My relationship status doesn’t make me any more or less of a person. It does not make me any less of a great friend because I’m single. It does not make me any less fun to have as a niece because I am single. Family dinners with everyone and their husbands and significant others do not make me uncomfortable until you…

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Poetry Mondays – Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night (Dylan Thomas)


When our high school teacher in English asked us to read this, I found it quite uninteresting. But now, I realized that this is one of the most powerful and vivid poetry that I ever had read, and the Thomas’s exquisite use of metaphors gave description to the poetic yet realistic narrative. 🙂

When Worlds Collide

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears…

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Broken Heart


One of the best poetry I had read throughout the WordPress reader today.

Journey with God

The moon will shine like the sun,
and the sunlight will be seven times brighter,
like the light of seven full days,
when the LORD binds up the bruises of his people
and heals the wounds he inflicted.
~ Isaiah 30:26

Broken Heart

Intense pain of a haunting past
Anguish consumes the heart
Bleeding under God’s crushing hand
Torturous to mind and soul
Struggling simply to exist
Lord, You cut the heart deeper each time
Endless lies once festering pour out freely
Creating wounds that reveal your truth
This affliction is so harsh, so devastating
Why does it have to be so hard?
You slice and rip the flesh apart
Bringing brokenness once again
To embrace Your truth means letting go
Releasing deceptions harbored in the dark
Lovingly this pain flows forth
Leaving room for a God filled heart

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Release Me



Credits to for the original photo!
Poetry by S.J. Takeshi

Haunting Past



In response to RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Prompt Challenge #16 Haunt & Release

Stranger Hoping for Library!


The fact is that I spend 50% of my school hours reading books or studying in the library. This is quite saddening, but I hope they can find a way to incorporate technology for modernization of existing libraries.

Poems and Petals

A knock at the door!
That’s quite a surprise!
Visitors are often quite few and far between!
I open the door, quite cautiously
Stranger looking for the library!

Well, that’s quite quaint I must admit!
A library was a place I often used to frequent!
From when I was eight till about eighteen!
My favourite place apart from being at home
Would be to be lost in the Library!

But times have changed and so have we!
And poor Library is being replaced so rapidly
With iPads and iPhones and iBooks and iEverything
And iDirections too in case one needs to be
In a hurry at the Library!

But I had to empathise
On the spot and with love in my heart
If Stranger needs to be in the Library
Then the chances that there would be
Some technology to help find the way

Would probably be very remote and…

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Writer’s Block (Tanka)


I am writing a new novel write now. But it seems I have to pass over this circumstance.

Short...but not always so sweet 💋

The unwritten words
Trapped within my subconscious
Wanting to escape
But lodged in cavernous realms
Unable to venture out

My fingers hover
Over the keyboard, waiting
But inspiration
Escapes my fatigued senses
Elopes with my eloquence

Quill clipart

Am I not worthy, Muse?
You’ve inspired Homer’s tales:
“Iliad” and “Odyssey”
I, too, presented off’rings
But he was your fav’rite scribe

Why, Calliope,
Must you torment me this way?
Let my words fly free!
Writing is my catharsis
Venting an intense release


Inspired by this week’s Writing Challenge: Genre Blender  (“Mash up different genres and writing styles in your post.”)
I’ve written a rant to the muse Calliope in the form of a Tanka poem. I wonder if she’ll respond?

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Another Sweet Day


Your smiles’s enticing,
Invites me to spend
One more sweet day.
And fortnights pass
Kissing on thorned bushes.
Life’s filled with no regrets
Rolling ourselves on the bed
Shared each other’s glances.
Entering the coffee shop
Staring at you as you order;
Sipping the same drink together
While I’m wiping your lips.
Your smiles’s enticing
Persuades me to wake up again
For one more sweet day.
Forgetting all yesterday’s pain
As we linked our hands
Feeling the heat in your palm
Showing me your burning love.
Going out on Saturdays
Treating me with street food
Bringing me to places I never knew.
We stood by the corner,
Passed by long, narrow roads
But I knew and I am sure
I am in love with you.
And everytime you let me go,
Everytime you lose your smile
Ships sink, my world feels cold.
Today, I brought no ring
But here’s your popcorn, dear.
Kneeling in front of you,
To ask you to marry me.
Your smiles’s enticing,
Requests me to spend
One more sweet day.
And I am all the more willing
To share your pains in the past
And the uncertainties of the future
I can’t afford to lose your smile again
Stay forever with me.
And in this another sweet day,
Will you marry me?

A response to Daily Post’s Writing Challenge: Genre BlenderI used Romance as my genre and Poetry as my style.




A response to Daily Prompt’s Sweeping Motions

Shine & Potential



End Station



This isn’t a Harry Potter story
Or of some lovers sharing glory
I opened my phone, utters some voice
You said, where are you now?
But the calling time’s maximized,
So I clicked the red button.
The train driver had notified:
Taft Avenue, this is the end station.
I looked outside, sunset starts
And the clouds on the opposite side
Filled the skies with gloomy shade
I phoned you back again
Saying, wait for me there
You dropped the call; shocked to see me
As if I were a ghost, or a mystical wannabe
Our eyes interlocked, moments froze
We met by the rusty escalator
But with you, tightly holding a girl’s hand
Like I expected, she’s of beauty
Her posture’s great, complexion dominates.
Uttering a word, you cannot do.
She said, do you know each other?
You said no, so pain stabs me
We both nodded, but I was doomed
Then the rain heavily falls, shouts in thunders.
We both parted ways, soon after
All the rainbows slowly fade
At that transit’s end station.

In TransitPhoto from Flickr. Poetry by Sueju Takeshi.

Releasing Mental Breakdown


‘Twas a big, rainy day
Friends come by and say hey
And all my clouds turned to gray
Finals will come by May.

My eyes locks at computer screen
Feeling nerd, I have been
Summer fades, stress release!
Playing games with ease.

At last, the exam was laid
On my chair’s desk, nerves break
I looked into the first query
My nose bled in fury!

Big Day Ahead

The Truth has been Spoken!


I came across a pavement
Full of compulsive buyers and sellers
Of different garments.
Nervous, held my bag,
Fearing snatchers to pass by.
Suddenly I heard someone spoke
Her voice’s enticing, clinging into my ears
Her words: Buy this at low cost.
‘Twas a old woman, with black-grey hair,
Rugged clothes welcomed me.
Oh sure, Madam! said I.
This vial, said she, will let truth speak
Smoking around your victim!
She laughed; I became a crazy madman
Slowly, opened my purse
Gave her more than a grand
Say, thanks! And left.
And came to my bestfriend,
Removing the vial’s cork;
His breath was overpowered.
For a while, he felt dizzy
Afterwards, hypnotized.
I said, Have you ever loved me?
I haven’t, his straight reply.
But at least,the truth has been spoken.
And lies no more linger on my veins.

A response to DAILY PROMPT’s Truth Serum

Fun but not Facts



The Great Divide

Photo Credits to: Taryn Cox The Wife

Poetry by Sueju Takeshi

Bitch, please


In response to Daily Prompt‘s Ready, Set, Done

Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

The professor said,

Pass your papers!

In a count of three

One … two.

Badum! Badum!

I murmured,

Bitch please.

But sir, I haven’t finished

— yet.



Back, outstretched
Fully exhausted
Head, paralyzed
Can’t seem to think
Things filing into bricks
Hectic schedule,
Truly stinks
Sleep is indeed
For the weakling
Care about me to rest?
No, my dear, no
You have to study
And prepare for
Tomorrow’s exam
And for upcoming failures
After this
My back will be laid
And again
On our thick bedsheets
Finally, I’ll sleep!

Hi everyone, I am … in Four Minutes?


Daily Prompt
Flash Talk

You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?

I sat down
For an interview
The breeze, so cold
Touches my hair
I looked around
Seeing eyes
Staring, judging
My appearance.
The panel head
Speaks up, saying
Introduce yourself.
I opened my mouth;
But when word’s uttered,
He speaks again,
Four minutes.
I asked, Sir?
Four minutes only. he replied.
Clashing thunders
Gone into my head.
Confusion strikes
As I go ahead.
I didn’t hear myself,
Nor the sound of my breath.
I am … I remember.
And finally, they smiled
I now see those teeth
Flourishing white as pearls
Saying, Come back next week.
I said, Sirs?
You’re hired.

Welcome to my Home


Hello, visitor
Welcome to my home
Red carpet’s placed by the door
Welcome to my home
Little do I know
That you’re my brother
And you already have your own daughter
Let her sit on the couch
But let her pee there … never
We knew that you are clever
But you won’t be prevailing ever
This is my home
My house, my whole lot
Welcome to my home
Be now ready to suffer.

Delayed Contact

Here, the Crown is Yours


Next in Line

A second #RoyalBaby will soon be joining the Windsors in England. Given the choice, would you rather be heir to the throne, or the (probably) off-the-hook sibling?


I am a Windsor.
Born with great fame and jewels,
Never wished for royalty
But since you desire for it,
Here, the crown is fully yours.


Sueju Takeshi 武

Eleven Hours


To school, travels fast

Amassing knowledge, sits down

Two ears grabbed in front.

A typical student does

Spend more than eleven hours.

Full Tanka

Sueju Takeshi 武