Every line of Lyn Pastrana's poem is magical. She sings out her heart in her every line of her exemplary piece. This authoress compels her faith with the gloss of her ink that proffers vibrance to a gloomy soul. Her deep faith allows her to reach the horizon of her dreams. She deserves accolades from heaven for all her beautiful works. She deserves an overture that rings the bell of her wonderful soul. ~Helen Sarita

May, the poets around the world Yell their spirit and never be bored Please hear the pleas of my heart Reignite my plume to propel a part And rain to me the wisdom I need You're the mighty One I can only bid Equip me to win of what might hinder Revitalize my spirit with your power Today is an essential day to begin Over this vast land that You Reign Day by bay give me the strength Albeit am such an imperfect being You can have me as an instrument

 How heavy were the drops of rain in an early twilight Where you're the content of my heart this very night My thoughts splash when we're young and innocent How are you? Do we feel the same at this moment? Do you still remember the rain that we both savored? The cascades of our tears were so much controlled of We were full of worries about the destiny of our love We couldn't accept if the mighty above split us apart But we failed our dreams to be together for a lifetime Tell me your stories, that why you became not mine? Our fortune did not go with the blaring of the breeze Where are you? As time flies fast, you left me in a craze. Did you forget me easily in all those passing times? D'you only take for granted the promises we entwined? But why that still now, I am haunted by your shadow What is this feeling? My heart is still bound up with you. Can you hear these heavy drops of rain? I hope you do! Feel my love greatness in your deep fantasy  through Let my face be pai

  I started from scratch One would mind me not Yes, I was just a nobody I had proven nothing in me Yet, I found ways to denote better I open myself to learn and share Untruthful thoughts, I deviated myself It wouldn't help in my call for progress I kept writing from my simplistic heart I struggled, but never I halted because of love Selfishness was never a piece I loved to pick I waltzed with the vision of my ink's magic I learned from friends with minds so broad Never I skip my duty behind my heavy load I wanted to taste the pinnacle of my being No negativity burdens me to flock my wings Pains entwined me, yet with all my might, I soar They embedded to strengthen my sincerest core When I thought of quitting, those hardships abound I diverted my thoughts for my eventuality to sprout I delve into finding ways to heal where I bruised I told myself I could make it by my shrewd Never I mind my dreams far from truth latitude Every time I fell, I rose, I learned in plenitude Oh, plea

Where would we go through? If you stay in havoc to us to You enjoy inflecting our habitat Where can we freely dwell at We are getting so scarce now Though we're a treasure somehow Protect us and treat us kindly good As we sojourn in this unknown world We kept on lurking from the hunters As we may be unworthy, no one cares Yet also need to live; we need sanctuary We are a creation with oppression so heavy Allow us to dwell without troubling our shadows We can't make faults beyond that far meadows We were born without choice in this universe No way to plea, we are animals, unskilled to verse Undeserving maybe with your concern and attention Albeit we can't say a word, yet through a poet's notion Here we now immensely plea to stare us upon our souls Have a heart for our sentiments through reflections of yours.

 

 

 Buenos días soy Helen Sarita de Filipinas. I am honored to be invited to the second virtual international poetry event by ART for CHANGE for human values. Felicidades!! You have a brilliant platform to showcase international poets, and I am positive that this bridges our distance and will connect us towards our dreams of peace and unity worldwide. Mi gratitud a estas dos personas Juan Carlos Chavarría el Director de General of ART for CHANGE y Hermana Clara Sánchez  el gestor Literarion de Cultura Aquí está mi poema por el valor de la tolerancia Tolerance A virtue of versatility and persistence With a heart to embrace the difference Wheresoever we are in this world, we vary Ubiquitous, people have a distinctive way There may be good and maybe unpleasant Some are genuinely kind near or in a distant Yet some are innately obnoxious, who rant Which are challenging to interlace their brand What can we do to make this world in peace? What can a mere me contribute to this race? I am a Filipi

 Teachers in the valley When I think of teachers, respect surfaces in my thought Infused to my innocent mind were all the subjects they taught I learned a lot from them, their pedagogy I need to bound I enjoyed our plays and remembered our games on the ground I consider them the pretty belles in the school of innocent kiddies Lips with shades of red, different from those ladies in the valleys I gazed them up and listened to them as the lesson of an hour began I studied in advance, read my books to the middle pages, and scanned I was the loveliest kid, and I was just five when I was in Grade one They loved my wit, they taught me to declaim, and we had so much fun The title that I performed on stage was "A daughter of a Politician." It was somewhat funny, but proper lessons were there beyond I stated the last line I uttered, which is now still so fresh in my mind. "I'd rather be a daughter of a farmer than a daughter of a politician." I was cheered, got a standing

  WHEN WILL BE THE RIGHT TIME? W e thoroughly ponder how we can share H eartily in any words to our dear brethren E nthusiastically we proffer love and care N othing to lose on you yet more to gain W hen'll be the right time for us to execute? I n giving our solicitudes toward the others L et love be the answer, and let it then rule L ive with tenacity and discard what hinders B e a person the world needs at this time E nvision not only for your sake and mine T ry to offer the abilities that torch ways H eavy troubled life, be an enlightenment E nthralled them to a path radiance clear R obust the weakest part of your kind being I nstill the purpose of life with discernment G o-getter thoughts are profoundly engaging H umbly offer yourself for world's merriment T he right time is now, that's how I believe in T ake your challenge for change with passion. I ntegrate hearts in an orchard of reverence M ove mountains by a solid faith and action E xalt the world now as beyond isn

 

 

 

 Love that never stops... You are my hon and no other one You're my soldier; you're my man When you looked at me with your smile I felt you had melted me in a while. When you kissed my lips for the first time You've snatched my heart, and our souls bind I can't forget you wherever I go You are in my mind in anything I do I dreamed one day I could see you again I missed you and our past; I always imagine Years had passed, you're still the content of my heart I tried to find for you no matter I became vain I only want to know if you love me still Since if you do, to shun you, I never will But when I found you, I was gratified and surprised You showed your longing by hugging me so tight You told me that you still love me that much It was a perfect night, and we were so glad I shared with you the story of my life. My sacrifices, my pains, and all my strive I never knew that behind the distress that it caused I found your love back to me; I thought I had lost

 Morale They say if you can't be good, be wise Our morale has been jeopardizing with sighs I can't even weigh or judge them right These young ladies are clothed with innocence The cause why they are not mindful of its verdict Which caused perhaps from an uncontrollable desire It could be lust or could be a sensual call for flesh That resulted in abortions, in some other cases Thinking of its burden, which arises their mistakes A neverending debate as to where paths would they go? To the call of the church or to follow what they coveted to I am not an ecclesiastical voice nor a health directress so Communication from their loved ones is imperative through The best thing to show care and support to our youngsters To avoid teenage pregnancy and reduce repeating its story There are so many aspects to consider to solve the situation Be a change, be an example, hard to practice it by ourselves If we call for change, be a voice, step forward one at a time As we move nobly, we'll g