Caroline Nazareno – Gabis (Philippine)

 
Caroline Nazareno – Gabis (Philippine)
 
Caroline ‘Ceri Naz’ Nazareno-Gabis, World Poetry Canada International Director to Philippines is known as a ‘poet of peace and friendship’, a multi-awarded poet, journalist, polyglot, educator, peace and women’s advocate. She believes that learning other’s language and culture is a doorway to wisdom. She is Yali’s mom.
 
Among her poetic belts include 7 th Prize Winner in the 19 th, 20 th and 21st Italian Award of Literary Festival; Writers International Network-Canada ‘’Amazing Poet 2015’’, The Frang Bardhi Literary Prize 2014 (Albania), the sair-gazeteci or Poet Journalist Award 2014 (Tuzla, Istanbul, Turkey) and World Poetry Empowered Poet 2013 (Vancouver, Canada). She’s a featured member of Association of Women’s Rights and Development (AWID), The Poetry Posse, Galaktika Poetike, Asia Pacific Writers and Translators (APWT ), Axlepino and Anacbanua.
Her poetry and children’s stories have been featured in different anthologies and magazines worldwide.
 
Links to her works:
 
 
Ikigai
 
What is life these days?
Isolated and quarantined.
Where is life as to the moment?
Having no time to repent.
Which way you’ll going to take?
When all roads seem so bleak and weary,
What does your heart beat?
When everything seem to fleet
Why will you stay late
Overtime, in hurry of things
You own a life to bear,
How will you create a self-care pledge
When you have stolen all the time
To love and be loved
To care and be cared of.
That you never know,
Selfless vs. selfishness,
There is one thing my heart desires
Seeing everything in place
As we smile heartily together
Living un-imprisoned
From worldly splendour.
 
 
Mother Earth
 
you amplify
the whispers
of graceful spirit,
suddenly creates
harmonious lyrical
touches to my heart…
 
you penetrate beingness
as you caress all creatures
to live the fullest
because you breathe life,
gifting us
the wonders of nature.
 
you are the summit
waving flags of biodiversity,
the greeneries filled canopy of hope
fresh wealth of centuries
grow the seeds you want to harvest
graces for a lifetime.
 
 
My Summer Rain
 
Summers are born many days and nights
Scourging heat, that brought pain and sweat
Drenching, draining mind’s well
As it cries numbness.
 
Where’s the cold breeze from the veranda
Where’s the roving droplets to the rocking chair
Have you ever touched the mist
As you blow your nose,
And wipe the heavenly dews
From your eyes,
When you miss the rain,
And shared cold shower
When we’re still together.
 
Will you be the same
Story of our last petrichor,
In a summer rain?

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