Sunflower🌻for Emily: Philosophy & Reflection

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Still Walking

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I have walked through many seasons,
bare hands carrying bread and burdens,
a single flame in the dark,
a mother’s voice steady against storms.

I have known the silence of rooms
where laughter once lived,
and the ache of asking favors
that never find their way to lips.
Sometimes it feels as though
I am asked to walk until the end,
my footsteps fading into dust,
my heart still beating for those
who no longer need my arms
but whose futures I cradle in prayer.

I am not as strong as I was,
yet strength still lingers—
in the way I rise each morning,
in the way I hold my children’s names
like hymns upon my tongue.
Savings folded away,
memories stitched into years of labor,
I pause now,
freelance hours scattered like leaves,
wondering if the worth of staying
is measured in the love I give,
or in the quiet endurance
of a soul that refuses to let go.

God, I ask You—
let me remain,
let me see their paths unfold,
let me guard them a little longer.
I do not seek riches,
only time,
only the grace to stand beside them
until their roots are deep enough
to hold against the winds.

There are nights when headaches
press against my temples,
and tears blur the pages of my prayers.
Yet even in sorrow,
I whisper gratitude—
for the years already given,
for the chance to love,
for the strength to walk,
even when the road feels endless.

I am still here.
Not finished, not forgotten.
Still walking,
still praying,
still holding the future
like a fragile flame in my hands.

In the Silence of the Frame

We’ve never met—not in the way

the wind meets leaves, or hands find hands.

Yet through poetry and photographs,

I glimpse a world my heart understands.

A stranger bends to light and shadow,

capturing silence in golden skies.

I write of woods, dusk, and solitude —

his art responds, though unaware of my eyes.

His lens leans close to the effect of lights:

from the sky to waters, and the structures beneath.

I linger in the quiet spaces,

where admiration hides in gentle delight.

He knows I love the sun’s descent,

how it spills secrets across the sky.

And when I see that amber stillness,

I wonder if it speaks to me too.

No declarations, no confessions—

just verses left like fallen leaves.

And in return, his photographs

echo something my heart believes.

So here I stay, behind the screen,

where art and nature intertwine.

In the silence of the frame, I dwell—

a stranger moved, yet quietly aligned.

Christmas Verse of Grief and Grace

In the hush of December’s night,

I remember a chair left empty,

a voice that once carried carols,

now folded into silence.

Grief lingers like winter’s shadow,

yet even in sorrow’s chill,

a star breaks through the dark—

Bethlehem’s light,

eternal and unyielding.

For unto us a Child was born,

not to erase our tears,

but to cradle them in mercy,

to lift the weight of sin,

to promise life beyond the grave.

So I hold both ache and alleluia,

my father’s absence,

my Savior’s presence—

and in this holy paradox,

Christmas becomes not loss,

but love incarnate,

a dawn that death cannot dim.

Beneath The Archipelago's Veil

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In the land where the sun first kissed the sea,
Where heroes bled for liberty,
A shadow grows beneath the gold—
A tale of power bought and sold.

The mango trees still bear their fruit,
But roots are tangled in dispute.
The rice fields whisper ancient songs,
Yet justice limps where it belongs.

Palaces rise on stolen stone,
While children sleep on streets alone.
The law, a mask with hollow eyes,
Winks at thieves in suit and ties.

They speak of progress, paved in lies,
Of roads that curve where truth still dies.
The budget bloats, the poor grow thin—
A cycle greased by silent sin.

But listen—there’s a pulse beneath,
A drumbeat rising from the grief.
From slums and schools, from farms and bays,
A voice begins to split the haze.

It names the rot, it breaks the spell,
It tolls the truth like chapel bell.
For even in this tainted air,
The soul of freedom still burns there.

So write, resist, remember well—
The archipelago shall quell
The greed that grips her fragile throat,
And rise again, on truth afloat.

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 21 September 2025 - All Rights Reserved

In The Quiet That Stirs The Soul

He sat on edge of hush and sky,
where reeds swayed soft like whispered grace,
and the lake, a glass of liquid light,
held stars not yet born in their place.

The world exhaled in gentle hues,
where time forgot to press or pry—
and in that pause, his sorrows fell,
like leaves that knew it was time to die.

He looked where the world forgot to speak,
beneath a sky of borrowed gold,
where still waters cradled light
and every breath felt centuries old.

The sky, a canvas brushed by balm,
poured stillness into weary veins,
and all he was—uncertain, lost—
unfolded wide with loosened chains.

The trees stood like sentinels of calm,
their shadows long, their whispers deep,
and time—for once—unclenched its grip,
allowing broken hearts to sleep.

In mirrored sky and hush of green,

he shed the names the world had called,

and in that fragile, glowing hush,

the weight he bore began to fall.

No thunder spoke, no herald cried,
yet something deep began to heal—
as if the quiet, cloaked in dawn,
had taught him how to truly feel.

A tear, not born from grief but grace,
slipped down a cheek warmed by the breeze—
for beauty, quiet, and complete,
had knelt his restlessness to ease.

And though the world would call him back,
with all its noise, its push, its climb,
he’d carry still this silent place
within the marrow of his time.

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 29June 2025 - All Rights Reserved

Sunflower's Essence

In a field where sunlight graces,

A sunflower blooms with gentle traces.

Its petals wide, a radiant crown,

A testament to strength renowned.

She stands with elegance, tall and bright,

Facing the world with unwavering might.

Her heart, a bloom of golden hue,

Reflects a soul both kind and true.

Like the sunflower, she seeks the sun,

Drawing warmth from everyone.

Her presence, a beacon in the storm,

A source of comfort, safe and warm.

In moments of grace, she sways with ease,

Her laughter carried by the breeze.

Yet, beneath her vibrant display,

Lies a depth, profound and gray.

She embraces life with open arms,

Captivating all with her charms.

A dance of light and shadow plays,

In her eyes, where secrets stay.

Her resilience mirrors the flower’s stance,

In the face of trials, she’ll advance.

Unyielding, through the darkest night,

She rises strong, with morning light.

For in the bloom of a sunflower’s glow,

Lives a tale of courage, love, and woe.

A woman’s heart, a mystery profound,

In petals of gold, her essence is found.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

🌻This poem is a quiet unveiling of a woman’s essence—her strength, her softness, her mystery. Inspired by the sunflower’s stance, it speaks of resilience not as defiance, but as grace under pressure. Though written in metaphor, it carries fragments of my own truth. In its lines, I see the woman I am becoming: rooted yet reaching, vibrant yet complex, blooming even in shadow. It is both a tribute and a mirror.

My Star

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I gaze through the lens,

I thought you were a star.

Your love touches my eyes reaching me,

touches life, outlining your presence in me.

Your warmth never burns,

your hug glows inside me.

Your brightness, is subtle, impressive,

a love that knows no distance.

You speak through my heart

without even opening your lips.

We consummated our longing

every time the world darkens.

You are humble enough

to reach me beyond the expanse,

telling me there is something

rather than nothing.

I then realized that you saw me before

or is it I that saw you?

Every night, our future meets from a distant past.

I wonder if you are still there.

(written with permission from someone but forget his/her name)

SUNSET

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Sun engulfed by dusk

Promises new day and hope

Dawn peeping through clouds

~~o0o~~

Beauty of Sunset

Unspeakable awareness

of what lies ahead.

~~ o0o ~~

Sunset gives us hope,

Another day's gone away

New day rise again

~ €mpêråtrïzV

Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, July 2014 - All Rights Reserved

G O D 's

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I belong to God

I am His beloved child,

whom He surely loves.

I believe God's Words

He is our true loving God,

who promised me life.

I believe God's works

Created all things that we see

for us to enjoy.

I believe God's will

He knows what is right for me

and the best for us.

I believe God's ways

He's our Father who knows best

to set things straight.

~ €mpêråtrïzV

~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, July 2013 - All Rights Reserved

In This Life Without YOU..

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My love, in this life without you

I am lost...

I remember you as if it was only yesterday.

The way the morning sun danced in your hair

as your smile and sweet good-morning kisses woke my world.

In this life, I have been searching for,

But cannot seem to find you.

Where are you, my love?

Was it all just a dream?

It feels so real and I see it so clearly.

It must be. My heart is yours.

I remember you perhaps from the heavens or another life.

I promised you then, I would find you...

so I will search the world over...

Until once again...

your sweet morning kisses

wake me from this slumber...

we call loneliness...

~ by Happy Mark, 2013

( a person I have known only by his pen name)

Love Lost

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From that day when you left me,

my whole world fell apart...

my heart has broken into pieces...

and yet you were never satisfied...

never expected that you will step into it...

You asked me what was wrong,,

but I refused to answer what is inside of me...

I just said, "NOTHING SERIOUS"...

but when you turned your back on me,

I just whispered "EVERYTHING"...

A broken heart never really heals...

it was just kept in the deepest part of your life...

it was too funny to say that you've broken my heart,,

but still...

"I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART"...

The spaces between your fingers should be filled with mine...

but now it is filled with hers.

I never thought that the person whom I've loved so much,,

cause me so much pain...

I've tried to forget you...

but no matter how I've tried,

I just can't let go of you...

I just wish that dreams and wishes do come true...

because in my dreams you were always there...

just like living in a fantasy,,

but when reality comes..you weren't there...

I've tried so hard to pretend that everything in me is doing alright...

but when I am all alone..the pain..the agony...

it's just like a wound that heals but the scar remains...

I've tried to cover it with a fake smile,,

and act as if it's not hurting me...

now I feel like I wanna hate the word "LOVE and GOODBYE"

I've foolishly held on tightly for our love...

even though I know I'm no longer the person in your heart...

a lot of my friends say that I should let go of you...

of all the things that connected us in our past,

I just smiled at them and silently cried...

you've torn my whole world apart and you don't even know it...

you were the one who set it up,,

now you're the one who wants to stop it...

it's so hard to accept that everything between us is over...

you're the only person whom I cared for...

but you left me with a broken heart...

you've once made me feel like I'm on top of the world...

but now I am nothing but a living corpse...

Everything I've learned in breaking up...I learned it from you...

everything ends like how it begins...

love is like heaven but it can be like hell when breaking up is already there...

and the pain strikes your heart...

moving on is the hardest thing to do, especially when your heart wants to keep holding on...

And now I'm living in my own world...

pretending it was nothing...

I've tried to reach for something,,

something that will make me a new one...

though it was unreachable...

I go to a place where I can shout and scream out all the pain inside my heart...

but after that, I just kneel down and cry...

I have written your name on the sand,

but the sea washed it away...

just like how your love had been gone...

maybe I just need to write your name in my heart...

so that it can stay forever...

cause I know that my heart will always be yours...

now I know what true love really means...

once you love someone so true...

the person stays as part of you... forever...

(This is written with permission from someone I chat with online but forget his name)

A Poem for My Love

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Starin' At The Moon So Blue...

Gazing At The Stars, I Feel You!

Just Wondering If There's A Clue?

When You Smile At Me Like The

The way I Do.

Even If I'm Not Perfect!

I'll Try My Best Be Full Of Respect,

I'll Promise To Share My Life With You...

Waiting... Until You Love Me Too.

Your Face Makes My Mind Going Crazy

Your Smile Makes My Life Perfect

The Squint Of Your Eyes Saying...

I'm Your Perfect Combination.

In All My Day And All My Night

I'm Admiring You With All My Heart,

Hoping You And I Will Fall Apart

And You Become The Meaning

Of My Life.

~ Words by Jeremy Alba, 2010

edited by ~ €mpêråtrïzV

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The road is filled with flowers, thorns, leaves.

The air blows

carrying along some from the field.

As it blows,

some fell to the ground,

some stay but fell

on the other side,

some stick where it's being carried...

~ €mpêråtrïzV

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