I was working in the corporate world as a branch head of an insurance company for more than 28 years. I have opted for early retirement 2 years ago.
Now I am a full time blogger. I also have a passion for art and have discovered I have a knack for poetry. Usually I will write a poetry that goes with the drawing I have done or I will pen one for my fellow artists when they post their ... more »
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Philo Yan Poems
In the jungle, a lion's roar, Loud rumbling from it's core. Magnificent mane of golden brown, He is a king but wears no crown.
HOW TO BE AN ANGEL
To be an angel bend don't break To be an angel give don't take
A tiny Costa Rica frog was caught in heavy rains He hops around to get away Pitter patter water pains
When things around seem not to work When people you know don't seem to care When you start feeling that you are dirt Which way you turn, Life seemed unfair
50th Birthday and A Rose by any other na...
Version One ============ A Rose is not a Rose without the thorns,
Life's dangers, Life's drama, A violet field, A panorama, Spell blinding, fiery ball. Gliding on horizon fall.
MONEY CAN'T BUY HAPPINESS
There's more meaning in life than money There's more meaning if you have your honey Money can't buy you happiness the type that last till eternity
REMEMBERING MY FATHER
I had a father, Honest, strong principle, I had a father, Though not invincible,
Some poems may be funny, But mine is not so funny, A shocking reality, That involves money.
Friendship is a shoulder to cry one Friendship is a confidante Friendship is a guiding light Friendship is a support beam
PEBBLES & STONES
Pebbles and stones, Of different tones.
Lazy is as lazy does, Which is do nothing really, Coz Lazy is as always does, Make us do nothing freely.
A sinful delight, melting slowly, Hey, so what! Get heavy.......
Standing twenty feet tall. Long neck, bent slender, Standing five feet small, Caressing gently, tender
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In the jungle, a lion's roar,
Loud rumbling from it's core.
Magnificent mane of golden brown,
He is a king but wears no crown.
Predator and enemy they have two,
Human hunters, Hyenas too.
The lion and his lioness pride,
If you cross them, run, don't hide.
The roar of a Lion,
The rolling sound of thunder,
The chase of a Lion,
His prey runs asunder.
The Lion's roar is his symbol,
Of Strength, Of Leadership, Of pride,
The raw Roar sound is tribal,
His pride, so true, abide.