POEM: The Mermaid, a Retelling... 92

• Moda
• 07-07-2023 10:00

The sea was her home. She was happy and carefree.  Dolphins were her best friends.  Then she emerged above the water to look at the outworld.  And she met him.  The piano player.  She fell in love with his music,  And she fell in love with him.  He was perfect,  Just like his music was.  She loved everything about him.  His strength.  His charisma.  His intelligence.  His good looks.  His good nature.  His hypnotizing blue eyes.  His soft touch.  His delicate hands.  His seductive smile.  His contagious laugh.  The sound of his voice, grave and strong.  She thought about him day and night.  She dreamed about being part of his world.  She hoped that by some miracle, she could be by his side.  But mermaids and humans cannot

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POEM: Sunset... 100

• Moda
• 06-07-2023 10:00

I watch the sunset And I think about my departed love.  You are beyond the horizon  And I can’t see you anymore.  I wish I could touch the sun  When it touches the earth,   And I wish the horizon  Could bring you back to me.  But it’s only an illusion  And I will never see you again.  You are beyond the horizon  And you are not coming back,  My heart is lost into the darkness of the night. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book Sunset in Toronto, page 48.

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POEM: Emotional... 99

• Moda
• 05-07-2023 10:00

I am a human being, I am a woman,  I have emotions.  Sometimes I am emotional,  Sometimes very emotional.  You shouldn’t hold it against me.  My emotions are part of the human me.  It’s a feature, not a weakness.  You should know that I can do my job just as well  Regardless of the level of emotions  That I experience on any given day.  “You’re too emotional” should not be a conversation to be had  In a human resources office.  Where does “You’re emotional” end  And where does “You’re too emotional” begin?  Who has the right to decide for me  How much of my emotional is too emotional?  If you deal with human resources,  Then you should know that emotions are human.  You should not treat me dismissively for being emotional,  Or very emotional. ~~~~~~

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Happy Fourth of July!... 155

• Moda
• 04-07-2023 10:00

Happy Fourth of July to all my American friends and readers! ...

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POEM: Jealousy... 97

• Moda
• 03-07-2023 10:00

Consuming force that makes your heart ache. A storm of pain that takes over your soul.  You’re a walking ticking bomb ready to explode your pain any minute.  You can’t stop crying nights in a row.  You can’t stand it when someone else is flirting with the one you love.  When someone else is casually touching his hand.  When someone else is laughing at all his jokes.  When someone else is lingering around him.  When someone else is claiming him as their own.  You can’t stop hurting for him.  Pangs of jealousy stab your heart like poisoned arrows.  You’re jealous and your heart is bleeding.  You feel like jealousy defines you. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 46.

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POEM: Anxiety... 179

• Moda
• 02-07-2023 10:00

You feel butterflies in your stomach. They flap their wings crazily  And it makes your stomach hurt.  The unrequited love keeps your stomach clenched  And it won’t let you go.  It goes on and on for years.  You stop eating,  You stop sleeping,  You lose weight.  You cry nights in a row.  The butterflies in your stomach are hungry for love  And they consume you from the inside out,  But in fact, you are battling anxiety.  You never tell your doctor how you feel.  You never treat anxiety with medication,  And it’s still there in you.  What’s the point of treating it, you think,  If the doctor will treat the effect and not the cause.  But you don’t care about the effect,  You only care about the cause.  Your anxiety will go when its cause goes.  And until then, 

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Happy Canada Day!... 199

• Moda
• 01-07-2023 10:00

Happy Canada Day to everyone! Enjoy your long weekend! ...

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POEM: First Date... 101

• Moda
• 30-06-2023 10:00

I kissed you on our first date. Your kiss tasted like honey.  I was looking into your eyes.  Why did you kiss me on our first date?  I kissed you because I was infatuated with you.  But why don’t you like that I kissed you on our first date?  Why were you looking into my eyes?  Why didn’t you close your eyes when you kissed me?  I wanted to connect with you.  But why don’t you like that I looked into your eyes when I kissed you?  My old girlfriend was always closing her eyes when she was kissing me.  But I’m not your old girlfriend.  Why do you want me to be like your old girlfriend?  What if I wanted to make love to you on our first date? ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 3

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POEM: I Wish I Were an Artist... 95

• Moda
• 29-06-2023 10:00

I wish I were an artist to portrait those whom I love. As a writer, I express my feelings in words.  I wish I could do so in colors.  One day I take a brush and a canvas,  And I let my heart do the work.  I don’t think, I feel.  The brush brings color to the canvas,  And the color comes to life.  The canvas comes back to me with a story to tell.  It’s two-dimensional,  But it’s the start of a journey which I hope will take me places,  One step at a time.  And now I look at a portrait of those whom I love,  And I can put my name on it – the artist.  ~~~~~~~~~~  From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 34.

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POEM: Reflection... 95

• Moda
• 28-06-2023 10:00

I look in the mirror and I think about my mother. My reflection reminds me of her when she was my age.  I look at my face,  And I see my mother in my own eyes.  I look at my arms,  And I remember her arms when she was holding and hugging me as a little girl,  When she was singing me lullabies at bedtime.  Sometimes I sing my childhood lullabies to my baby,  And it feels like my mother is there with me,  Like an angel observing me from a discreet distance.  I remember my mother’s love flowing through the lullaby rhymes when she was singing it to me as a young child.  And now I whisper it to my baby when I sing for him at night.  I am truly my mother’s daughter. ~~~~~~~~~~ From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 33.

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