Last Poem for 2018! Daniel Franklin sent me a sorrowful poem for our book. It's Poem # 22. I tried to finish it before midnight. It's not fair to be sad tomorrow🍁. He said it is like a knife killing him😊 See? There is always beauty in sadness, and many would shed tears upon reading this collaboration of ours🔰. I am sorry, Bud, if this made you sad, this simply means we successfully pour our emotions into this poem! Happy New Year to you! Broken Love We were so in love Proud of each other Loved Smiled Had many plans for a future But it seemed in a blink of an eye, it was all gone. What went wrong? Where did we go wrong? Are there any answers? Because now we so distant So far apart We did not even end it right. Not even as friends More like strangers from another Planet How can Strong Love go so wrong? Was it Pride? Was it Attitudes? Was it Tempers? Or was it something else? Maybe we will never know… I remember the good days. The special days The da

My Poetic Journal. The year 2018 has given me a tremendous experience in many aspects of my life, and it has proven my worth in a certain situation. As I continued to execute humility, patience, and control, I can firmly attest to the world that these virtues are essential to become worthful. There were times that some wished to drag me down and that I have to raise myself high in my most humble way to win my battle. I let my actions promulgate who rea I am as a person. After all, great people can read genuine hearts without hearing a single word. As I poured my spirit into whatever I was working on,  whether I was writing a poem or doing anything for my living, I only carried my true self doing the best I could be, not minding the time nor anything unpleasant to ruin my day. I experienced both abundance and insufficiency this year, but I deeply consider these as teaching and a challenge that are never-ending in life. At the end of my day, I couldn't even speak to the Lord so long

Yes!...9 more poems to complete our book! Christmas love It was a cold night Dark As I strolled, a Star filled the sky. I certainly was down on my luck. And with love as well. Hurt Pained But hopeful Nevertheless, I walked closer to the Christmas Tree in the local town. A small town in Northeast America But that is when I saw you. Your eyes so bright Your hair so soft and frizzy A smile that could stop any man in his steps I was amazed Caught up with your beauty Then that is when you saw my dark eyes. My mixed hair We made eye contact We walked closer, as smiles were radiant among the stars and Christmas Lights. Then that there is when we officially met Talked continuously without boredom Knowing we were made for each other So, we stood by the Christmas Tree. Light so lively Stars so cheerful I held your soft face. Looking into your brilliant eyes Kissing you As I told you, I loved you. You responded with a warm and loving kiss. As our lips were seale

Answer  to Helen Sarita poem Let's sleep away November till the dawn of December, Where we will be merry one more time.. as we look at our children's faces. As we wake in a golden era... looking for the sparkle, looking for the love...seeing those amazing eyes where all dreams visit. A play, a presence with laughter, and her muse never let her down.. her muse listens to every heartbeat as angels tarry around, a timeless voice for all as we smile another smile laugh another laugh, her muse never let us down. December of grace and happiness, love so true. We wait with bated breath with a slight wind blowing in the night, kissing the angel's eyes. In the mortal stars of the night...let's be jolly as we wait for her muse to complete the thought of who we are—our dear Helen. Let's just be. Happy November turning into  December, the month of love. Debbie Brooks (c)

Projecting our Dreams is such a kind of Positivity...  never allow anyone to control the Strength And Capacity of our Wings... Don't let our Journey be Hindered. by the dimmed Shadow of our Past Our bright Tomorrow awaits us. as we ready our Wings to flock Soar high like Eagles, be Colorful Like Butterflies...Yet, be Humble Because we are all Passers-by. We do not know what would Happen in just a Wink of an Eye sprinkle Love and spread Peace Let's Begin it only by Ourselves let us Embrace the Flow of our Lives' intricate Puzzle & difficult Situation we'll Realize we are not just about  Words but humbly doing an Action (c) Helen Sarita 10/26/2018

Challenged by Deborah Brooks Langford to write a poem about this amazing photo😊 The crimson scattered clouds fall. inline along with the mystic skies The sliver light controlled the hues to be perfect by my sight That even the mud beneath becomes fabulous art so bright I see the shadow of the trees breathes. softly by the beauty of my eyes This fantastic scenery had spoken to my soul so deep Even the muddy field can be heaven-like when it's reflected By the colors of my rekindled thoughts it becomes a magic The amber hue beneath waves to my soul and let my heart speaks (C) Helen Sarita 10/22/18

Underneath the tree... Alone, underneath the tree Thinking of you and me Talking deep and sincerely Tears streaming, I could see. Oh dear, what made you cry? Come on, open to me your sighs. Were those heavier than mine? Come and let our souls bind. Did someone else hurt you? What were you bothered to? Open to me, don't hide it through. Here I am, just waiting for you. Are there some guilts on you? That is why you're feeling blue. This is not yet, you thought, an end. There is a reason why it happened. This is one of my many dreams. To heal ample hearts in pains. In a place silent and serene With ambiance so welcoming I will share stories of the past. And the difficult road I've passed. It will surely light up your way. With burdens no longer heavy Birds on top would sing freely. Butterflies would waltz with glee. Flowers would wave gracefully. The atmosphere would sound so happy. This dream is waiting for me ahead. This will come one day

Great to collaborate with Deborah The piece from our most incredible depth WHERE IS MY GIRLFRIEND?? It was a beautiful day of tea. we walked and talking about the summer moon the days turned to weeks we didn't care with solace and grace, we watched the falling stars we waited that night for the eclipse to appear we were best girlfriends, and we didn't care a lifetime of being alone we dream of words we can write they would flow with every look we broke free of those parallel bars no windows or doors could keep us in our words flowed into the other as we soaked into the luxury of being.,., That is my girlfriend. Helen Sarita.. do you know her?? She is a treasure for all ... Debbie Brooks. (c) You couldn't find me in nowhere but in the deepest core of your heart. Ever since we've met, we never dream of being apart. Our friendship was tested by time. Sometimes we fell, yet we grew. I was mirthful in many ways. One of the reasons was you. Like colorf