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Love and The Street Signs

Posted on March 28, 2018March 13, 2018 by Joel F

Wheels on the highway
I hear the song on the radio

I switch the channel
Don’t want to remember

Those times I’m driving
in the dark tunnel

Refusing to listen
But I’m still hearing

the music in the park
where I see you kissing him.

So I take a U-turn
when I see the yield sign

Did not bother
to wait for the green light

I learned a lesson
for overspeeding

The blind curve sign
that I keep ignoring

And when the cop
hand me the ticket

I realized
there’s always a limit

So I park a while
and learn to accept it

That Love is best
when it’s a two way street.

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Typical

Posted on March 7, 2018March 6, 2018 by Joel F

Sun shines
rain drops

Blue clouds
on summertime

Flowers bloom
despite the gloom

Is it typical
or magical

When sun sets
with golden hues

Reminding you
tomorrow’s news

Will be
in a treasured chest

Of memories
you won’t forget.

And when he said
he’s leaving now

You realized
it’s typical

For sunrise
to say hello

and say goodbye
with purple glow.

Daily Prompt: Typical

Love in Summertime by Joel F

Posted on July 11, 2017July 11, 2017 by Joel F

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Ironic
how love
can change
the speed of time

Just like an eagle
flying high
or a sand
slowly drifting
from your hand.

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Life is Like An Ocean

Posted on February 16, 2017March 3, 2017 by Joel F

Life is like an ocean. It comes in waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, sometimes it’s overwhelming. And just when you thought you’ve seen it all, you’ll be caught by surprise that there’s more to come.

Realizing that life is a cycle. Still being thankful that there will always be something to be grateful for. And knowing deep inside that there will always be something beautiful to look forward to.

Yes, the best wave of your life is still out there. Learn from the waves and enjoy the ride.

The Reluctant Surfer

The reluctant surfer
I used to be
scared of the storm
and the waves I see

the water looks deep
and the height is steep

Avoiding it
I thought i’m a wise man
so I just stay on the beach
and build my castle on the sand

But even on the shore,
the waves swept it all

Can’t believe
I thought it’s safe
when i build some walls

So I look for surfboards
and try to ride
the waves that come
and learned from the tide

The fear from the fall
and the pain that it brings
when one is too slow
for paddling and wave breaking

Slowly as i passed
the eye of the tide
and survived the waves
that almost blinded my sight

I stand up all wet
and teary eyed
wiser this time
as the tide subsides

The reluctant surfer
I used to be
gone is the fear
and i’m finally free.

The Untrained Master by Joel F

Posted on February 3, 2017February 3, 2017 by Joel F

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I thought i am the master
until i was enslaved by you

Nothing could be more true
than what Ernest Hemingway once knew

No matter how many times
we’ve been through it

We’ll always be the apprentice
who’ll never say adieu.

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At The Airport, A Tale of A Flying Affair

Posted on January 20, 2017January 20, 2017 by Joel F

At the airport you left your sorrow
To fly somewhere for a hopeful tomorrow.

You hand in your ticket to check in your luggage
Weigh in and get rid of your excess baggage.

Frisked and screened at the xray machine
Nothing to hide except your love that’s a sin.

You enter the gate and wait for the boarding
At the airport where no one will be watching.

As you enter the plane looking for your seat
Reminds you of the time you were hiding the cheat.

Now the crew is explaining and in detail they are showing
Where to find your life vest if the plane will be crashing.

Like a heart that is drowning, the affair that is diving
You think can be rescued if both of you started leaving.

The seatbelt you are locking, this time no one’s blocking
This is what you’ve been waiting, tomorrow he’ll be boarding.

In the middle of the flight, a speaking recurring dream
His wife is crying while your husband is calling.

Awakened by a scream, turbulence suddenly starting.
Looking at the window, lightning starts to follow.

Holding on to your prayer, to make you feel stronger
Believing in the promise, that you will still be together.

Don’t Tell Me You Know Me

Posted on January 3, 2017January 3, 2017 by Joel F

I count the syllables
to create a haiku

I created a rhyme
to write a poetry

I write my thoughts
so you’ll remember me

You remember my words,
but not my story

You touch
but never hold my hand

You sing
but never invited me to dance

Because you say
i knew you knew
who i am

How could it be
if you never understand
my story?

Daily Prompt: Interior

Pointless by Joel F

Posted on December 16, 2016December 14, 2016 by Joel F

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No need to shout to prove your clout.
Respect begets respect.

No need to interject who is the best,
to slash the wrist and still insist.

Amidst the ‘holler and all the tries,
it’s always better to be polite,

than show the might of a brilliant mind,
yet cut the ties that bind your life.

How To Make Love Like A Porn Star

Posted on November 10, 2016November 14, 2016 by Joel F

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Life is Short, Play Naked

Posted on October 2, 2016November 30, 2016 by Joel F

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The Story Is Not Over Yet by Joel F

Posted on September 29, 2016October 7, 2016 by Joel F

Staring at the blank moving wall, now called wallpaper, memories keep flashing like a movie scene. I’m still in a state of confusion as to what usually follows after finishing the sentence not with a period but with a colon that never belong to a conjunction of a subliminal past and paradoxical present.

i truly cannot understand why a tinge of justification was needed for that fleeting moment of indecision or bad judgment. Nope, it is not to be judged, i know in due time i will understand the truth.

The truth in not knowing the value of the moment until it became a memory. That obsequious feeling of driving a wheel , disregarding the traffic rules inspite of knowing that dangers will be waiting for breaking the stone that rocks the cradle.

The cradle that was all taken care of from infancy to puberty. The adolescence of the mind brainwashing humans that ignorance is a bliss, until adulthood teaches you that it’s only a bliss if you take the risk.

The paradox of following your bliss believing that you can strive for anything. Anything is possible, even screaming sky is the limit. You can have anything but not everything. An oxymoron parable that sounds better than the aesop’s fable.

The fable that shows human frailties using the art of narrating the pros and cons of an action with its lessons. Realization of the long forgone wishes. Pushing boundaries and eventually stepping over them. The pursuit to fill your bucket list with the unending whispers that the story is not over yet but too late to edit the page.

Yes, the book was already printed, but the story is not over yet.

**** You journey is always Unfinished.

What is The Color of Your Sky?

Posted on September 26, 2016October 19, 2016 by Joel F

I saw a photo on my friend’s facebook page. In a split second I asked her if I can steal it. Well, that’s hyperbole but truthfully, this wonderful scenery stole my heart away. So i make a colorful collage out of that photo as i glanced at that beautiful scenery , an inspiration to create a wonderful poetry.

As she was driving on Vancouver highway on a beautiful Sunday morning, this scene didn’t escape her sight. She instantly grab her phone and captured the scene.

Beautiful. How a simple photo can change someone’s day. It made her stop and made me smile. Life is beautiful . We just have to appreciate it.

Driving on life’s busy highway, obstructions sometimes give in. Preoccupied with so many things to do, so many goals to achieve and dreams to fulfill, we forgot to see the sky and just view the road within.

The changing colors of your sky depending on the season of your life. Sometimes nature brings out its natural colors but most of the time it changes depending on the bifocals of your sights..

The sky being blue when your heart is in raging red. The pastel colors that you see when someone tickles you in pink. Or is it being green when you recall that moment on that cold mountain spring?

The northern lights that never cease to amaze you, just like that love that always puzzles you.

The hues you’ll never knew unless you’ve got the courage to try something new.

So what is the color of your sky? The color that you’ll always see , as you paint it the way you feel it.

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I Don’t Know How To Spend My Time Wisely by Joel F

Posted on September 22, 2016November 30, 2016 by Joel F

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If time creates memory and memory defines time, where am i?
Am i still in the past when i hope that the good things i have will last?
Or am i now in the present when my future steps in a split second
For sure i’m not yet in the future because i still keep my prayer in my door.

If my past defines my future, where will my present be?
Is it in the middle of the two, a prelude to a future past beyond my grasp?
If my present decides my future, who decides my past?
Wasn’t my past was also once my future in the not so distant present?

Time really confuses me, so i let go of my time. They say spend it wisely.
Does being wise mean you spend your time preparing for your future?
But how can you prepare for your future without neglecting the precious present?
How can you be wise when it goes so quickly?

Good thing i got memories.
But memories belong to the past not the future.
And time moves in a different direction, memory in another.
Time moves forward. Memory relives the past.

I’ll just enjoy the moment. I don’t know how to spend my time wisely.
I’ll just use it.

*** beach photo taken in Phuket, Thailand.