Guard the portals of your freedom Build the pillars of your land Merge the visions of your people Make justice for all your solemn goal.…
A Filipino born woman, lives in Denmark, wrestles with the Danish language; attempts to preserve her mother tongue- Cebuano, writes prose and poetry in English. Wife, mother, teacher, cross-cultural worker; loves to sing, paint and tend the garden; finds it delightful to demonstrate her poems by her paintings. Published my first book of poems in 1995 'Poems and Reflections on Philippine Situation', followed a by a book of poems in Cebuano language, 'Journey to the Heart (Panaw ngadto sa Kasingkasing' and a book of short stories, 'Mugbong Sugilanon sa Kangitngit og Kahayag' (Short Stories on Light and Darkness'. in 2014 I had my second book of poems in English, 'Spirituality for Peace and Justice' published by Author House UK. The book contains 122 poems in 9 themes and with 33 photos of my own paintings as illustrative images. I have realized I have written many poems, stories and novels which I need to recover and finalize to be shared with others... May God grant me the strength and determination to fulfill my dream of making these writings available for others as inspiration.)
Elizabeth Padillo Olesen şiirleri
Arise, wake up and watch the coming dawn Days are counted before the Christmas morn Valleys and hills herald the coming Messiah Eternal Saviour to people's hopeless groping…
After the storm, people count their dead Fallen houses and wounded are tallied. Schools and offices are still closed Broken live wires hang on the loose.…
Gun producers Gun buyers Gun users All share the euphoria…
Filled with fire to do acts of love Equipped with wisdom to enter into dialogue…
A good life is a song when melodies are sung by laughters and smiles.…
How to say your name- You that bore 162 souls fallen without struggle into the deep ocean…
You are bombed night and day The sky burns before your eyes Your children and your stories are fallen, buried in mounting rubbles.…
And the bombs keep on falling thrown over their heads and houses.…
Men have always made altars for themselves: Herod and the slaughter of the 2- year olds Landlords and feudalism Patriarchy and oppression of women…
I see him often along the street of Kolding Train Station A black man with his curly hair that seems not to have been washed in years…
You have fought for freedom, Marched many battles against Slavery, hate and divisions But you have reached the mountain…
How can a mother forget her child, the child who is conceived nine months in the womb the child that is cradled at daytime, night time until dawn?…
Mother of seasons Mother of life, love, and light Dwells in a child's heart.
"I was bullied in school I came home and cried and mother and father did not listen to me at all."…
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