Honey's Poetry: Recent Episodes
Honeylyn Casquijo
We're blessed with all the bounties of Earth. We must give thanks to our Great Creator.
I missed him so much. Thanks to his life's great determination. I am who I am today because of him.
How much do you know yourself. Be inspired with this one of a kind dark poem refecting oneself.
Donald Harvey (April 15, 1952 – March 30, 2017) was an American serial killer who claimed to have murdered 87 people, though official estimates are between 37 and 57 victims. He was able to accomplish this during his time as a hospital orderly.
Donald Harvey
BornApril 15, 1952
Butler County, Ohio, U.S.
DiedMarch 30, 2017 (aged 64)
Toledo, Ohio, U.S.
Cause of deathBlunt traumaOther names
"Angel of Death"
Criminal penalty28 consecutive life sentences plus $270,000 in finesDetailsVictims37 convicted 40-57 estimated 87 alleged
Span of crimes
1970–1987CountryUnited StatesState(s)Ohio, Kentucky
Date apprehended
April 6, 1987Imprisoned atToledo Correctional Institution, 1987
Harvey claimed to have begun killing to "ease the pain" of patients – mostly cardiac patients – by smothering them with their pillows.[1] However, he gradually grew to enjoy killing and became a self-described "angel of death". At the time of his death, Harvey was serving 28 life sentences at the Toledo Correctional Institution in Toledo, Ohio, having pleaded guilty to murder charges to avoid the death penalty.
Source: Wikipedia
For all those wives waiting for their master suns to come again, be ptient. God is leading their feet back home.
My Sun is a poem carved from an author's imagination. It is dedicated to all married couples who've been shaken by trials. Enjoy listening while learning from this very emotional piece.
I read it once I read it twice not only twice but many times I read my poem with a theme about home I didn't notice that my tears were falling from my eyes.
The deep emotion of my pen caught me in deep sadness I can't go on reading again and again coz' my veins are shaking my heart is terribly missing my father who's now in heaven.
I got this challenge to write from what I read gotcha, I was able to strike my pen out of the blue I was convinced that writing a poem is not as easy as counting 1, 2, 3 but it will be if your emotion is truly free.
I don't aim to catch attention I just want a simple relaxation and writing a poem is a just a mere recreation which makes me happy or gloomy and I guess I need a break from the silence of the night I'm glad to fall asleep.
Pure and virgin oh my mother(A) She bore the seeds of love (B) Her womb was our playground(C) Our cradle was her peaceful chest (D) Oh, mother of kindness and laughter(A) we will hold your hand forever. (A)
The strength of our home lies in his supremacy(E) He's the rock where the four corners of our home anchored (F) With his support and dedication (G) We succeeded our dreams(H) Oh, beloved father of strength and resiliency(E) We, your children shall bow to your undying legacy ( E)
The home where our hearts grew fonder ( I) is an avenue of peace and freedom ( J) where we learnt the value of camaraderie(K) where we fostered our sense of responsibility (L) thus, the arrow leading our future is sharper( I) and the loads we carry are becoming lighter. (I)
Soon, with heads held high (M) me and my siblings find our humble abode (N) there, we play with our kids(O) and boast to them what our parents left(P) with our wings we learnt to fly(M) over and beyond the great blue sky.(M)
If then by time we will be departing (Q) I wish the best and everything for my family(R) The legacy which my parents left (S) will be handed down to my descendants (T) tomorrow shall be welcoming(Q) my best clans will be fast approaching. (Q)
With my generations happily waving(U) My name will be called in heaven( V) The angels will meet me there(W) blowing trumpets in symphony and rhythm(X) Birds in paradise will be happily singing(U) and all my soldiers with their boots, marching. (U)
May the Good Lord will be pleased with my coming (Y) Decorate the heaven with lilacs and lilies (Z) My life is short living (Y) But my life with Him shall rest in eternal peace! (Z)
Dolly, Dolly are you ready? Get up and don't be lazy let's play under the sun I'll teach you some tricks for fun soon, I will give you your favorite treats I had bought plenty of cookies and biscuits for your teeth you're still my little one yet, don't you ever forget.
One, two, three come Dolly, Dolly come to me oh my darling not just my puppy your smiles are the loveliest our friendship is the liveliest please don't try to run away don't you ever leave me coz' I will forever be lonely.
Wrap the Earth oh naked body let the stars spark in your grand allure let the rivers flow in your spirit for the world is in drought as the wide and vast desert.
Let those eyes roll in your curves and be ignited by your strategic contours for your emblem is burning and by flame the sun will shine halo dusts will disappear and the frozen snowcaps shall melt upon your feet.
Walk into the bare forest 'til you find comfort from the prickly grasses if there were butterflies roaming in the meadows allow them to sip your nectars 'til their thirsts quench with satisfaction let those flowers be envious let them bow to their queen.
In your nakedness mountain ranges, volcanoes, hills, and valleys are free to settle nonetheless let them subduct in your greatness let their magma flow in your veins the new Earth is forming literally upon your hips.
You're a needle in a haystack only those keen eyes can catch a gold in a mud shines more than those stones scattered around the yard for your beauty is precious no other ore is as gleam as your spark and your luminous smiles speak mystery to a lost soul.
Oh, woman an enigmatic fortress of strength and resiliency you are the courage lying in every rock you bear the fruit of every tree anchor your roots in those lands where soils are rich and waters are extravagant.
She blossomed in spring full of hopes and dreams her incandescence glowed towards the springfield and emitted beyond the outfield where my feet took a walk for a breathe.
My life was an upside down hell but she came to me like a sweet angel she gave me joy in exchange for a dime and it's fine since my life in the past seemed a frozen flower over a wintertime.
Springtime ended and her smiles worn out she's gone with the wind and I was down in the dumps I wish to see her reborn if not in the springfield I wish in my heart.
Hover Fly is a poem about a hover fly. It's a yellow, annoying fly clinging to a sweet smell.