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"
my heart keeps love and everything but for what good does it bring like a song that I can not sing a tune in the hearts rhythm of a lost melody in a hymn allowed my soul to soar upon the sky seek for love eternal in heavenly high hold on and stayed a while though faint and frail for each day is a journey that tells tale yet still fail.
1 softly my heart shout out to bid goodbyes whisperings echoes from within that never lies kissed all that has been and leave them behind then walk away with eyes that seem so blind 2 what comes ahead are an unknown riddle under the misty willows like spirits that meddle upon my weary body, this heart, and soul feeble all of life is a card laid down in one great gamble 3 the earthen ground holds my feet still and steady while the calling of the wind whistles a mellow melody the whispering sound that sinks deep into my bones hailed my inner voice in the silent wailing tones 4 the miseries i live long that i wanted to just slip away like a fool lost in my own self to run far and astray but the truth that i hold in my thoughts i couldn’t betray the desires that i longed dwelt with me shall always stay 5 for life and through the years within my inner self hiding a shadow cloaked with darkness silently creeping out in the whirlpool of time to stay far apart and yonder in the wilderness of deafening echoes mind ever ponder 6 with thoughts deep as the ocean in a thousand miles heart drifting and flowing in the hues of sweet smiles a taste of honey in petals of dewdrops moistened mist the lasting sweet refrain from the cloistered inner beast 7 gambled and gain the burden of sorrow, i raised to surrender shout out the pain, softly whispering goodbyes in prayer my heart and my soul, I leave in your hands, be my keeper from the silent chamber, was a thunder roaring more louder 8 hush, i say to the beating of my heart that goes fonder let us bid goodbye from this world but not forever for one day soon there will be another time to be together the world where we will be born again and live forever 9 for when we will meet again and utter our sweet hello will hold you close to breathe your air that i wouldn’t let go this time i conceal everything in you within my heart to live again and once more make our very own start.
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 HOPE TILL HOPE IS GONE AND HOPE TO HOPE AGAIN
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
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