Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Taming This Tyke’s Voice

I write because I feel that something inside me needs to be said, a voice wanting to be heard, a seed needing to see the light of day. . .

I hear a strangely familiar voice of a tyke wanting to be heard.

So I listened, listening I did in the placidity of the early mornings. I hear the voice between the throbbing sounds of my heartbeats.  

 

In the stillness of dawn I heard him speak.

His voice echoes in my ears taking entry to my heart awakening me from my long dormancy.

I discovered that when I express myself in writing, I need an ideal shape and form for my thoughts to be fully understood. I allow my heart and my intuition to guide me to pick the right pattern to entwine with the music of my soul that gives rhythm to my poetry. I value clarity and honesty, they are the be-all and end-all of my works.

I write my poems because I feel them, I believe them, they are my truth ~ they are me. I don’t give my pieces limitations as to their form and shape. Some pieces want to be all over the pages like a simple poetic journal entry. . .

“what now? I don’t know. I ride the tides, sail with the wanton winds losing my anchor. Wherever it will take me, there I am. I just hope one day the tides and the winds will take this vessel back to you to anchor me. . . “

Some wanted to be written in free verse. . .

People

Places

Things

Nature,

Life

Offer abundant inspirations.

Some occur only in my imagination

Silent illusions ~

Writings done initially in the mind:

Dreams in my sleep.

But like seeds seeing the light of day,

They sprout from their coats

Grow leaves

Take roots

And display colorful blooms

When I awake.

They become sketches in words ~

Stories, poems, music of my soul

Written on pages.

Stories not told die.

Dreams remain in the shadows

If we don’t live them.

Random thoughts nag me.

My hands itch to write

My body has to live my thoughts.

I allow them. 

And that’s when Poetry Becomes me.

Other thoughts are expressed better in Haiku. . .

Sublime Ruler(Haiku)

Majestic ridges

Enthroned on placid blue sea

Crowned by fluffy clouds.

Senryu. . .

Hunters live to take

                      Gardeners exist to give

                                                   But both shepherd life.

Tanka. . .

The best of prayers

Are chants from the heart in songs.

I don’t have a gift

A voice to pray in a song.

So I’m praying though my poems.

Others may need to be written in vignette. . .

As the sun sets to the west

I lay, shut-eyed, on its chest.

The eastern breeze pass a gentle whisk on my face.

I listen closely to the songs of the sea

As the waves come home

Like a lover breaking down

To the chest of the waiting shore.

I lay there and wait.

While some require refinements like in sonnet. . .

A Walk Around The Oval

Once more I walk the oval track today,
And ponder yet again, “What is my role?”
Am I just making circles every day
In life’s arena, like an errant soul?
I walk around the never ending trail:
A fallen leaf caught in a swirling stream;
Or like an army, ever locked in drill.
I am engrossed and walk in my own dream.
Some strangers share my lane but not my muse.
You’re far, and yet, our thoughts are much the same;
I’m not alone then in the road I choose;
Beyond the oval someone shares my lane.

                    In you my lonesome soul finds home to stay,
                    For in my heart you’re near, you’re here with me.

And still others are better left as prose.

I listen to my heart when chosing a structure because if I follow my mind, free verse just disguises the laziness in my thoughts and execution, and the formal verse just sugar-coats my bloodless triviality. The heart recognizes the difference, and so I write only with my heart.

Most of my earlier works are written in the morning when my job still allow me to wake up at dawn for my morning pages. Now that I work night shift, afternoon becomes my morning ~ so it is safe to say that I write when I rise, whatever the time of day. It is important that I capture my thoughts as soon as it start to reveal itself because when I miss them, they are lost forever. It’s like an entangled thread that I need to find its  loose end and writing helps me untangle my thoughts to clarity.

“Tis great to think with a free mind;

                               ’tis wonderful to love with an unretrained heart.”

These words speak my life’s mantra, and I found the enlightenment by writing.

I hope my written works, the songs of my soul will find home in your hearts. Because when you read them, you are listening to this tyke’s voice, and I allow you take a peek to my waif soul.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

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7 responses

  1. nice work, Jeque…where are you from? Bloggers never reveal their origins and I am always curious.

    Susan in Italy

    PM00000080000004831 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm08

  2. jeques

    Hi Susan! My works reveal everything about myself. I suggest you read my piece: “Discovering Haiku While I Am Waiting” It will tell you where I am and where I came from. Thank you very much for reading and leaving a comment.

    I wish you well ~ Jeques

    AM00000030000001531 10, 2007 at 12:00 am08

  3. you are quite a poet, and an artist. i wish i had a chance for a formal education in the arts. luckily i found your site. it would definitely help me out. darn, i don’t even know different types of poems ’til i read it in your posts.

    PM00000090000004430 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm11

  4. jeques

    Buraot(?),

    I don’t even know how to call you. Anyways, I didn’t have formal education in Arts, neither in Writing/Poetry, too. I’m a nurse by profession. My natural inclinations and my true passion propelled me to do self study, exploration and so I experimented in papers and in front of the canvas. My soul always hungry for these, it was only lately that I took the moves and feed it.

    God put us on some place for a reason, God placed me in the nursing profession so I can afford to support my family back in the Philippines while doing my true passion.

    Learning is not limited inside the classroom, we contenually attend the school of life. and it is in this school that we learn so much more.

    I’m glad to meet you here.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM00000090000004130 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm11

  5. bibomedia

    🙂

    PM00000020000001829 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm02

  6. it was so humbling to see you writing about supporting family back in the Philippines. you and I have are in the same situation, just that I am an architect by profession and slugging it out here in the desert.

    its good that I can connect with you.

    PM00000010000004930 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

  7. I love the new look here Jeques, very cool! Hugs, G 🙂

    AM00000080000002228 10, 2007 at 12:00 am02

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