My gracious pen... As my pen sways like a whirling dervish Dances with my heart and spirit that cherish It gives breath to my candid plume color Rejuvenates my core in a dainty glamor. Bestrewing love to my modest thought Relishing peace and love throughout My pen is much mightier than a sword. It chooses words that glitter like gold. It has a ton of magical and wondrous gleams. With so much tenderness, it gently glistens. With the sobriety of my plume, my pen is merry As it breathes kindness, it's getting lovely My pen softens the enemy's insensitive heart It mellows agonies, torments, and wrath It fills compassion with disdained emotions. Till it melts from hatred to love sensation My pen is calm as it recedes selfishness It can appease tempers and distresses  The blades of its sword spark and glint I wish its enduring luster will last till then When its sharpness would be blunted. Feebleness comes from its master's head. But with my passion that is so intense In peace a

Dig Dig Dig to the pit To find Gold within it What have you found Is there a grace that abounds? You will be only bewildered, If that Gold, you couldn't search It will only give you disappointment You're not filled in your uncontentment Why not search for the truest gold? in the spirit of God, we need to be bold He blesses us from the pit to the zenith He furnishes us with what we believeth He is the Gold that liveth in us forever Saving our souls that He so much care Let's continue to plant seeds and water Go for gold and experience His wonder

 Helen Sarita is a Filipino author and poet who has been known first in the international arena. During the pandemic, she decided to revive the passion of her poet firends who had hibernated for a long time in writing poetry by encouraging them to speak their hearts again through their passion for writing. As for her, literature must not vanish but must be nurtured and preserved. She believes poets have the power to contribute their brilliance to bridging nations and the world. This selfless endeavor prodded her to create Filipino Poets (FPB), which she named after Blossoms Journal International Magazine, of which Sarita is the Founder. The FPB now has already 4,000 members. Sarita is also one of the administrators of the Passion of Poetry worldwide group with more than 40k members. Helen Sarita has also the Mother Eagle Blossoms Show, where she interviews more than 50 poets local and international. She sought to have their voices be heard throughout the world.  She also ventured into

The cozy home we love to stay and grow Was once a hangout zone for poets so few I'm pleased to read their souls valiantly sail Few friends with us here loved its mission zeal We found a home we doubtless care and love We reached a huge troop of lasses and lads With armament of brains and pens that sink We learned from mentor dear, Maestro Ben The crux of pleasing poetry must entwine Like cascade music which scrawled in minds Oh God! I'm halfway through this brainiac write Bit spooked I'm doing this challenge wrong or right I hope my pen will bleed from where I start Dear lovely angels, help concoct my heart I need first aid like crazy, breaths now gasp It's hard to seize, my brain may seem to lapse If ends in verb or noun, I need to scroll My time was hooked to look like pretty fool This group was made desiring to enrich The talents we conferred will bridge us peace!

Trying IMAYO Poetry Embrace the deterrents... Waving leaves in the garden; cheers my downcast blue Ponders what the future brings, and what I'm gonna do? Never do things in a rush, they ought to happen That's the marvel of dreaming, take wee steps to bend I amble through day by day, rest when I'm weary I gradually move in time and never quit easy I dance to the rhythm, and hymn when I'm low That's the way I carry life, I stumble yet grow Like the sun sets in the west, hours apart from dawn No matter if there's a squall, sun still sets alone If we're sad at this juncture, coming a great prize Embrace the deterrents, wait for a great surprise I was roused by the wind blare, staring at my garden There's vague and foggy haze, yet still, I see green We may sit on the seashore, watching the ebb splashing Or at the peak of huge rock, view the scene stunning! Helen Sarita

  I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a cro wd, Amassing with their nifty quills Oared through the edge of the rainbow Glimpsing the mass imparting its views The shocking phase caused eyes to glow Arrays of change flex splendid hues I meandered through the wilderness, Scouting heavenly beatitude Discerning resonant stillness Sapience obtains in quietude I delve into the throng I've seen To mingle with the noiseless fools I scribbled  like a patsy queen With a squad rigged with mighty tools