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Recently, our guest editor, Mayyu Hamim, offered a prompt challenge to poets with the option of choosing one of ten prompts presented to them. He has chosen five poets and this is what he mentioned recently before announcing his 'Best Entries': "All five poems stood out for their lyrical quality and thematic depth. All composed exceptional adherence to the guidelines."


STARRY REFLECTIONS Awesome, beautiful, starry night The twinkling of the stars so bright The moon still hides and out of sight Their wondrous twinkling comes brighter in sight. Constellations mapping the skies Enhanced by zooming shooting stars Oh, those precious jewels of the night Makes my heart wonder like a child! My dreams are there floating in space Mingling with the glittering lights so great I wish that their reflections be upon myself That I, too, may glitter in my place. Then, suddenly, my turn came to shine When my dreams touch a wishing star Lots of memories prop up to inspire My muse overflows and satisfies my desire. And my creativity touches many hearts Reflections of that bright, starry night Finally, the moon shows its bright, shining light My ecstasies shared by readers apart. With the Holy Spirit, my dreams come true Through it, lights my mind, construes And I'm always able to complete my views Always positive God will see me through. © LOURDES B. MORANDARTE


BENEATH THE SILVER MOON In the silence of the night The silver moon is in sight The witness to my unseen fright My sole companion in the toughest plight. She listens to my unheard sigh Embraces me gently when I cry Enlightens my gloomy sky Until the tears begin to dry. She knows my silent battle The fight which is difficult to handle She calms me with her cuddle Hums a lullaby as I sleep on her mantle I whisper all my worries to her And expose my deepest pain ever She becomes my shock absorber And my best therapeutic healer. Beneath the silver moon, I find rest To this life's exhausting test The home of my unending quest In finding peace and solace at its best! © SHIRYLYN VALENZUELA DELA CRUZ


WHISPERS OF THE HEART Should I always be strong? I wish I still have time to try And hide away the wrong So none will see me cry. You don't see me in pain I can hide far in sight Drape those tears in the rain Time to give up this fight. I can't afford to beg Never will I be a load Lonely tomb should I dig By wayside or by the road. Don't shed a tear for me I have run my race Like dewdrops in the hay I took the fall from grace. Never I'll be sorry The night when I am dead This life hasn't tarry All of these are in my head. Sing to me oh, glorious With a harp and lullaby This life is getting obvious Like a lonely passerby Not in a word you'll see The whispers of my heart This can't always be me 'Cos I choose to depart I can't wait for the old age Defeated by the sickness I will tear down this page Can't be that hapless Sing to me in chorus Like a one-way ticket ride I will end all my sorrows Never fear, never hide. Bring me to the midnight sun I have so much fun Goodbye to you my dearest May I have my peaceful rest. © FLOYD GALE CABUS


THE SILVERY MOON The beautiful glow on rock faces below, Beneath the silvery moon at night I love the way the starlight entwines, The combination, perfect, just right. Up above is that perfect glow, Many colors, so pure and bright, Reflections on all ice and snow, Like a kaleidoscope, a colorful site. As in life, the glow is beautiful, Caused naturally, beneath the silvery moon If only more people would open their eyes, The nocturnal hours would draw you in soon To the positive day that lies ahead. But most of us, just sleep in our beds. Wake up, good people! Let's seize the night Beneath the silvery moon so bright Take in the pleasure of nocturnal light And fill your heart with such sheer delight. Take in every second, Time too ticks on by, As does this spectrum, The great moon upon high. And before you know it, It's gone way too soon, That natural light show, Beneath the silvery moon. © STEVE LYMAN


GENTLE RAIN ON MY WINDOWSILL Today I sat on the armchair Watching the gentle rain on the windowsill. The sound of the pitter-patter on the rooftop, this music of the falling rain... Hmm...brings numerous memories along How can I ever forget the walk we took hand in hand, the water dripping down our faces Your talks were the whispers of the heart, Your enchanting smile makes my heart skip beats It's neither a siege nor a courtship but it's a lifelong promise Every nerve and tissue of mine says...I am one with you. The advent of monsoon fills the air with love and romance. © MADHURI KULKARNI

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