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About suzette portes san jose

Suzette Portes SanJosee is a Filipina, 62 yrs old, a widow and a mother of 5 daughters and a son. She is Bachelor of Science in Commerce from the University of San Carlos. She has been through her studies from being a University Scholar. She is not a literary achiever like other poets but born with her passion for writing and living in her arts. She started to write online, the year 2013. Her poetry brings about her life's journey in her pains, frustrations, betrayals and somehow a joy that found its way to her existence. An international contributor of poetry and arts... have contributed to 10 books since 2015 and 2017... and a book cover artist of 2 books for a moment. Done every poem with a painting for visuals. Doing her painting on canvas with acrylic and oil paint. also using acid-free paper for watercolor and poster paints. She also an admin to poetry groups on FB... Heart and Soul poetry USA, The Challenge USA, Feelings International Artist USA, Mohinderdeep Grewal Poetry corner Canada, Hiraya International Philippines. At her age, she had found the fulfillment of her dreams and passion and would rather choose to venture for more success in arts and literary works. She wants to convey these words, " INSPIRE BEFORE YOU EXPIRE"


sun setting in a fiery sky
across where the eagle fly
as white clouds no longer high

…….sunset shall await
………..rising suns destined fate

when the day had come and done
silently the ripples and waves have gone
as horizon kept a distance with the glooming sun

………sunset shall sleep
………….rising sun slumbered deep

slowly the sky meets the sea without an end
far beyond where nothing ever transcend
and everything in darkness shall blend

……….sunset stays a haven
…………..rising sun comes to awaken

let the sun, set as it will always rise
waves be rushing yet not suffice
the sky brightly stays and lies


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A Night of Blue

when everything begins and ends with a lost love
what is there more in life to live and to have
………….could it be pain?
………………a heart holds in vain

words couldn’t flow as you stay steadfast with time
mystified as thoughts riddled and run out of rhyme
…………..could i be lost?
……………..existing like a ghost

a rhythm in every beat of my heart in melody and tune
Unheard, unseen upon the skies of the brightened moon
…………… could it be life to remain?
………………..only to its sad refrain

a love lost that can never be found in a thousand miles
awaits in a dream with lips on ways of a million smiles
………………could it be a wish come true?
……………………..Or just another night of blue

IN ACRYLIC PAINTING by suzette portes san jose

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HOPE…used and misunderstood? or just out of reality
others consider them as a state of mind unexpressed
a set back from the pain that is in search of a way out
or just a feeling that is in severe longing…

HOPE…a wish-deprived of truth? or just being unknown
others consider it fulfillment yet undone and unseen
behind the unconsciousness of the mind, it lies
or just at its rest, motionless there waiting

HOPE…can be a dream in a fatality? or just out of the possibility
others consider them as what minds reap in thoughts
a memory left untouched by a conviction of consciousness
or just a mere perception of one’s own expectations

HOPE…is never fully understood yet loved by all
others clenched tight on it and never let go
to whatever tomorrow will be, their heart keeps holding on
or seeing them as the only reason to live by life

this is HOPE to whatever it brings to a soul
to whatever it brings to everyone’s heart
it makes them believe…it makes them live

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I Think of You

i think of you …
… like a lone flower white and pure
……braced by the light rays so secure
………adoring only on my sight, to allure

i think of you…
… clinging to a branch of joy in miracles of hope
……upon the space of time, as we stood and grope
……..holding you tight though i’m a breaking rope

i think of you…
… as the pure divine soul over my head
…….listening to every hearts word that i have said
……….over the pages of my life as you have read

i think of you…
…over and over, time and again as always
……in my thought each day on my own precious ways
………be loving you with one pure love all my days


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Beauty is

the hidden desires, of passion, be
the beauty that eyes can see

holding each other tight
…into the arms of sweet embrace
…upon the tender lips caress

heavens are down,
…with the angels hark
with nights for long,
…in nightingales lark

to share our dream of love divine
a flaming warmth of hope that shine

holding each other tight
…your kiss on its deepest
…lying head on my chest

the beauty is you and me
…finding each other
…holding on whenever
…and unto forever

acrylic painting by suzette portes san jose

The Silent Lullaby

the beauty of the song no one can hear
the rhythm of loves sweet melody so dear
the song sang in a silent lullaby ever rare
as rhymes flow like waters deep and clear

let the heart that’s long been drowned in tears
withstand the ghastly roaring thunder of fears
never shivering knees to buckle in struggles
standing strong to walk with living puzzles

around we go in a destined journey without end
with bruises and wounds, only time can mend
burdened sorrows, prayer to heaven shall send
head bowed humbly in shuddered knees to bend

the howling in the darkened night stunting the moon
to rise and shine along the shore of the living dune
the whirling winds keep on and on with dust of time
a mirror of the universe in sparkling stars that mime

the speck of dust that made a being whole again
a heart within that meddle with torment and pain
in this imperfect world, forbidden soul shall remain
beholding the chant of silent lullaby in a sad refrain

upon my feet, before this body laid on the ground
may the earthen glory of a silent song be found
to sing for just even once, the song of silent sound
beneath the unseen shadow entwined and bound

soon time that angels shall kinder a heavenly light
to warm my heart and soul with magnificent delight
the unmeasured and the unconditional love in sight
visions the glorious mystical divinity of Gods’ might

if i shall let thine eyes fall asleep in deep slumber
the silent lullaby be sent in my hearts chamber
my blood in my veins to flow and so remember
that my song will forever be in silence to ponder

upon the shimmering ripples of every waters flow
when the breeze of the cold wind felt in its blow
look at me in the skies with all glitters and glow
hear the rhythms of my angels’ song softly and slow

n acrylic painting by suzette portes san jose

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How can you hurt me this way?

i hold you close within my arms embrace
holding you tight so you won’t slip away
believing you to be my only solace
as i dream life drifting along in a long way

the trodden path that i walk with my fears
are the steps in barefoot of flooded tears
the thorns that hurt me are in my heart
when it will end and have nowhere to start

i am hurt the way that i have never been
blindly converge my thoughts of what is seen
my heart keeps pondering and beating fast
never will i know how this ends for life to last

how soon promises are made to be broken
leaving me in the world with a heart forsaken
shall go and play on the stage of hope and faith
till time ticks around into the phase of its death

tell me please, how can you hurt me this way?
when all you ever knew is wanting you to stay
as my world would stumble upon your feet
i raise my sword only to conquer my own defeat

Jan 4, 2020

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the insights of life that vision the apprehensions
the thorn that brings you in the depth of emotions

the voice within that commends you to slip away
like the setting sun that refuses to brighten my day

the flower blooms with fragrance and beauty
with budding hopes that give life a full bounty

so soon would wither with petals on the ground
crumpled to dust and no traces were ever found

like the sun that gloriously shines each morning
are the shades that bring darkness in my evening

’twas the borrowed moment treasured in my heart
knowing that someday you will leave and depart

everything we kept through the years will change
and the looks in each eye will soon be strange

and as the hands of the clock go round in a circle
when my hair turns gray and my knees will buckle

i will have you near as my thoughts shall forever linger
changes will keep changing but yet, i have you dearer

IN ACRYLIC ON CANVAS by suzette portes san kose

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The Lingering Pain Of Silence

speak not, for my tongue is numbed with lips that are closed
my words in my throat, holding back a breath indisposed
thoughts pondering, finding lost words to shout my pains
only the dust of time from the past left a choice without refrains
whirling around in my own space that holds me still
my body hollowed with so much emptiness, i need to fill
i gather the pieces of my shattered moments to mold back again
wishing to burn within the silence of my lingering pain
like the ocean in its deepest, my soul breathes out a distant sigh
from the freezing cold waters, teardrops mounted upon the sky.
unto the shoulder of the dark clouds, i rendered my burden
when it rains once again, let me drench from tears of heaven.
the shivering cold i feel brings me back the memories,
i have you beside me, warmed by your arms, to tell my stories
i open my lips for a little smile, coz it’s you that i see
awakened from a wink of my eyes, there was no one but me
how i wish to be seeing you from the places that surround me
where we giggle and laugh, fumble and feeble with glee
it is always you, the soul of my soul my mysterious glory
let me be a part of you though we travel in all of life’s misery
with you is the joy i behold without regrets and without compare
all the truth and lies in this earthen imperfection i dare
slumber and drunk with my brokenness i forebear falling
found myself lost and alone, it is you that i am calling
keep filling myself with nothing, but only the thoughts of you
broken pieces to keep me whole again from that shattered hue
i remained in the silence of my lingering pain and speak no more
till i hold you back to stay within my embrace forevermore
hear me, dear, the sigh of my endearing whispers of pain
tears never stop like the rains tapping my windowpane
burying me deep away from my own self and my own sanity
far far away that brings me out and beyond eternity
lost …lost into the darkened deep, till nothin of me can be found
no footprints nor my ashes from every traces of the ground
i am nothing now but the wind touching your skin
touching your lips, with that alluring smile of a silly grin

acrylic on canvas by suzette portes san jose

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