From Faraway, with Love

Love Knows No Distance

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Photo credits: This work, “From Faraway, with Love 1”, is a derivative of “bicycle night in the rain” by CLAUDIA DEA used under CC BY 2.0. “From Faraway, with Love 1” is licensed under CC BY 2.0 by Haunting Angel/ Esther Lum.

This poem was submitted as an entry in the Week 4 (13-word poetry) round of the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018 organized by the PoetsPub. So please check it out if you will. Also, if you have any thoughts about this or about what you’d like to see next, please leave me a comment. Thank you all for coming and have a nice day. 🙂

Marooned

A gibberish poem by glassEyed

I am made of gibberish

Gibberish cells

Gibberish tissues

Gibberish particles

Gibberish ideas

Gibberish tastes;

It began with me breathing in gibberish,

The way one drinks in reality –

Hesitantly, hesitantly,

Inevitably.

Now I have been named gibberish names

Clothed in gibberish drapes

I speak a gibberish tongue

Draw gibberish on my palms.

See they say to leave you gotta get lost

So I got lost in gibberish the way one gets lost in reality –

Willingly, willingly,

Inevitably.

Marooned in a world of symmetry,

Of rhyme and parabolas, of directions and rulers

Gibberish became my raft to reach nowhere land –

Which does not exist but exists in its non-existence

The way gibberish exists in my existence,

(Seeping through all the pores of my being)

But somehow the world says is non-existent.

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Credits: ‘Marooned by glassEyed is an entry for the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever – 2018  © glassEyed 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with glassEyed’s blessing and permission. | “Gibberish” is a derivative work made of images under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.

 

Dead Silence

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YOU. Yes, you.
Now let me look at you
My brown eyes, dead
but they are open still

My lips don’t part
Not a sound, not a word,
Just a breath of flowers
To cover this corner

Blue, purple, pink, red
Golden rays of sunshine,
Can’t show it on my face;
Can’t contain it in my mind

Make sense of these colours
Or would you call it nonsense?
Call it what you will,
This EXPLOSION in my silence

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This poem has been entered into the 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever -2018 organized by the PoetsPub. If you liked this poem, please show it some love by voting for it here. This contest is open publicly Wattpad-wide. So if you’re an aspiring poet or would like to try your hand at poetry, this could be the place for you.

Comeback Update

Hi everyone,

Hope you’re all doing fine. Thank you for being so patient. As you have known, it was a long time since my last post…. but I’m back.

Thank you all for being with my on this writing journey. God has blessed me well while I was away. Short update: The Cricket’s Love Song was long-listed for the #Wattys2018 awards but didn’t make it into the short list. That’s okay. Making it into the long list was already very much a reward. Congratulations, 2018 Wattys Shortlisters. Best of luck for the next round.

Being away from writing this long has definitely given me some new perspectives and time to think about what I’ve been doing. So stay tuned and I’ll be back very soon with something for you.

Cheers,

Angel

Thank you *high five!*

Made it into the Wattys 2018 Longlist

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I can’t believe it! THE CRICKET’S LOVE SONG is on the Wattys 2018 longlist. There were 151,767 entries this year and this story made it to the top 784 in the longlist. Even without getting into the shortlist or winning, this in itself will be a memorable achievement in my writing journey.

Screenshot_2018-09-01-06-32-29(2)If you haven’t checked this story out, please do. This young cricket will definitely appreciate your company in his wild journey of finding true love.

That’s all folks. Thank you all so so much and see you next time. God bless you all.

 

Attention, readers

Hi everyone,

Thank you for stopping by this blog. As some of you might have noticed, I have not posted anything for awhile. This is because a family member of mine has fallen sick with a disease and I am having to deal with a sudden increase in responsibilities at home. To those of you who are into praying, please pray for her to get better. I’d very much like to return to creating stories and poems for you all to enjoy. So please follow or bookmark this blog for further updates. Thanks again, God bless, and have a nice day! 🙂

Yours truly,

Angel

Fond Memories

Oh, where can my doggy be?

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Finding leads
On where my doggy could be.
No one seems to know
Dead or alive; where is he?

Missing my best friend:
Emotions evoking
Memories
Of calm little doggy
Running up to greet me,
In my constant company.
Extinguish not the lamp,
Searching must go on.

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This poem was submitted into the Seeing Double – July 2018 Contest organized by the PoetsPub on Wattpad. During this part of the contest, participants are required to write an acrostic poem about the picture above. If you like this poem, please click here to vote for it. Special thanks to J.Lynne Moore for sending me these pictures.

For more poetry, please click here.

 

In Peace

A serene acrostic poem by yours truly

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In the peaceful air
No trouble, all is good.

Puppy sits still,
Enjoying
All that nature has to offer,
Calm and content in
Enchanting purple blooms

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This poem was submitted into the Seeing Double – July 2018 Contest organized by the PoetsPub on Wattpad. During this part of the contest, participants are required to write an acrostic poem about the picture above. If you like this poem, please click here to vote for it. Special thanks to J.Lynne Moore for sending me these pictures.

For more poetry, please click here.

Thanks for coming and I hope to see you again soon. 🙂

Walking under moonlight

A moonlit poem by reet72

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I take a walk on the garden path,
a beautiful moonlit night.
The day’s troubles all forgotten,
a walk makes everything right.

Birds rest in their nests,
tired after day long journey.
In a honeycomb on a treetop,
the bees stop making honey.

Cold fragrant breeze slowly blows,
and water ripples in the lily pond.
I breathe the air smelling of roses,
and see the swaying marigolds.

The moon dances in the pond,
Wow! What a beautiful sight!
Silence of night broken by
the echo of bright moonlight.

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Credits: ‘Walking under moonlight’ from reet72’s collection, ‘Whispers of the heart‘ © reet72 2018. All Rights Reserved. Published on www.hauntingangel.com with reet72’s blessing and permission. | All images in this post are used under CC0 Public domain. They are free for commercial use with no attribution required.

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Hi everyone,

I’d just like to tell you that I will be away this week and will return soon with great content for all to enjoy. In the mean time, I do hope you enjoyed this beautiful poem above by my friend, reet72.

Sorry for the inconvenience, thank you all for your continuous support, and have a great day. God bless.

Yours truly,
Angel

Second Wind

Is life getting you down? Here’s a haiku to pick you back up.

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Under grey storm clouds,
We continue with our sails
Onwards and upwards

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This poem was submitted into the Seeing Double – July 2018 Contest organized by the PoetsPub on Wattpad. During this contest, participants are required to write a haiku about the picture above. If you like this poem, please click here to vote for it. Special thanks to J.Lynne Moore for sending me these pictures.

For more poetry, please click here.

Thanks for coming and I hope to see you again soon. 🙂