Life, Beats, & Pieces

By Ms. Pinks

Life is a symphony of tears and laughter. It's a harmony of shouts of joy, quiet moments of pain, and whispers of hope and love. 

 

The moments that make your heart skip a beat or those that make it beat like a drum. Even the times when you cry as it wrenches, squeezed tight. Each of those add flavor to compose your life's musical piece.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LitArt Publishing
• Release date: Jul 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9786219673402

Ms. Pinks

Ms. Pinks is a poet and musician. Her poems exude warmth and brightness as she talks about love, life, and music. When she’s not holding a pen or typing on her phone, she holds a violin bow. She teaches violin and lends her music to church choirs and weddings. She is currently based in Bacolod City where her enthusiastic community rally behind her in support of her first book.

Book preview

Life

The hum of the rays of the sun,

The tune that robins sing.

All around there’s rhythm,

Everywhere there’s a hymn.

Because life is made up of music

And music is life.

The Sun Is Up And So Must I

The sun is up and so must I

The morning blinks, and my rest ends

A cup of brew touched my lips

I look around me, offer praises, and think

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I got up, cleansed my cup

Laid back on the sofa as I do a few recaps

What is life about? I thought, thinking deeply.

We breathe. We smile. We weep.

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If I’m a poet, then I must write

About things I like, the sorrows of life

People’s life stories, and the beauty around me.

I paused. Thanked God I have the gift of words.

A New Day

A new day to partake

Nourish the soul and flesh

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Noontime, heatwave at its peak

Skin parched, seem toasted in a brick

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Dawn creeps, sun exits

Daybreaks, the body goes to rest

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Good night, adieu to-day

Pray, God will extend your breath

Morning

Sunsets, morning awaits

Embrace tomorrow

For we don’t know what it offers.

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Hum a lullaby

Gazed the sky.

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Trail the day

Do not delay

Send positivity

Sweet day of rest

Welcome sweet day of rest

And Sunday I’m most at ease

The calmness I enjoy and celebrate

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The pews never show a retreat

It serves a hundredfold bended knee

As words of wisdom were highlighted

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An hour of quietness is asked

As for me, I surrendered

On the sweetest day, I praised

Tomorrow May Bid

Tomorrow may bid

‘Coz today may cease

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Earthly hope exit

Day or night can’t be felt

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Cloud of fire in the sky

Seem Nimbus can’t override

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Life and death had a tournament

Grim ripper is busy where to harvest

Aftermath

Sorrow must be buried today

Tomorrow can’t wait

Suppression of breath.

The emblem of death has taken a seat

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Why do crows appear when we mourn?

Doves may be pleasing if they’re to one to join

White and black suits ramp

Six feet under the last stop.

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Aftermath is uncertain

Wound in mind’s pondering

Where to begin—

The path is cloudy and dim.

Rainy days

Summer