Flight of the Phoenix

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Under The Same Sun

Hear the sobs of the innocent.

Does your heart bleed too?

You may choose to be ignorant,

yet, it will cut through.

Grievances of a stranger.

Do not let your judgment turn cold-

for he could be your brother,

struggling in a different world.

Hear the screams, the raging gunshots!

Do these madden you?

To see people mindlessly fight,

for things with no hue.

They claim themselves soldiers,

thus they battle for their own truth.

To think they could be brothers,

their decisions measured by oath.

Hear the cry of the new born child.

Does it affect you?

New hope to rise with the still shine,

as the sun takes view.

Soon, an everlasting peace,

we shall walk the Earth together.

Regardless of our races,

under the sun, we are brothers.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ January 13, 2011

Beautiful Girl

My daughter was a cry baby. Two years ago, she was being picked by a boy. I told her to report this bully to her teacher. Unfortunately, my daughter’s teacher had many problems on her own, she couldn’t help my child.

As a parent, I wanted to stop this abuse. I didn’t want to hear my daughter crying or complaining again. Intervening was not my style, so I advised my daughter to fight back. That was probably the darkest instruction from a parent. Most moms didn’t approve with me. But what am I supposed to do? If someone from school could not help my child, who will?

I reminded myself that I cannot protect my kids forever. I told my daughter to give this bully a punch and she did. This boy didn’t bother her again.

I wrote my poem Beautiful Girl for my daughter Alec- my sweet, thoughtful, caring and sometimes rebellious 9 year old girl. Someday I will lose her to someone and the thought can be scary. Fortunately, like her other siblings, I can still enjoy her today. Kids are the greatest!

June Bride

June Bride is one of my naughtiest poems. A wedding is not always romantic and marriage is something to be taken seriously.

It can be broken by man’s rules nowadays, but once two people engage in a holy matrimony, in the eyes of God this pact shall never be broken.

My poem June Bride - hoping to clear your mind.

Maybe Tomorrow Not Today

When I was younger, I used to apply the negative and positive theory of multiplication in my life. As a rule, while a positive and a negative result to a negative, a negative with a negative produce a positive output. So there was me, a negative with a negative, always a negative hoping to achieve the brighter results in life.

It had been effective for me, but most of the time I was unhappy. Back then, it was always the end of the world for me- living in darkness and listening to no one.

And to think it was all about studying?

Thinking about the past, I was indeed serious about everything. I was so funny complaining about the little things while some people elsewhere were having problems on how to stay alive.

My poem, Maybe Tomorrow Not Today was inspired by my grandmother who was the kindest, the most thoughtful and the most persevering person in the whole world - she who would lecture a seven year old kid on going to church while the latter stayed hidden from under a table. And she who had been wise to assure that girl that there is always the right time.