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When silence is the only refuge...SILENCE - a Poem

Updated on October 23, 2012

My eyes are aware...

A poem giving insight about violence -written by my daughter when she was 18.

Composed by

© MONIKA Mabugat Simbajon | Age: 18 Date: August 17, 2008

( Not for dissemination )


My eyes are aware feedin’ off the

manifestation of pain and degradation

settlin’ in the nation of innocent bystanders and victims of warfare;

They are there, like tiny television pixels

making up a bigger picture of a news scene;

The sky screams with a flash of lightning and the guns clap like thunder;

They are under the rubble of burden brought onto them by murderers

who’s got a chip on their shoulder and they dress disguised as a soldier.

My pupils witness the teachers and their pupils as they discuss the latest fusion

of racism in the class of the upper;

like the last, they eat supper amongst each other

Ain’t none of ‘em knew that one of ‘em would be the Peter of the crew

who'd deny the color of their sister and brother.

And with that said, a child gives his enemy a hand

as a new band of brothers, they stand and listen to the silence;

Silence, silence, silence the violence!

Put a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the bench for the homeless

before the drunk beats him for a dollars’ worth of pocket change;

It’s in his range, but switches lanes as he falls onto the ground when a

bullet destined for his chest ends his days.

He lays on the surface, eyes bloodshot caused by the shots of drinks;

His body sinks, into its own body of blood

similar to cars, homes, trees, drownin’ in a flood.

And by the loud crack sound made by the heat

the homeless stirs in his sleep

oblivious of the 5 second ago plan made by the man to steal his days profit;

A little grunt was made for the man who passed away

in the park of struggles, it was just another day.

He switches benches as the night fell into silence;

Silence, silence, silence that my ears can't hear.

But my eyes are aware of feedin’ off the station of stains and altercation

settlin’ in the nation of innocent bystanders and victims of warfare.



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      Kamryn 3 years ago

      You write so hoesltny about this. Thanks for sharing!

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      My daughter says "Thank You". She is right near me and I read your comment to her.

      Thank you too dear Faith Reaper from the bottom of my heart! With much love...Tess

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      Faith Reaper 5 years ago from southern USA

      Your daugher is brilliant!!! Wonder from where she gets the brilliant mind? Hmmmm Oh my goodness, this is excellent. I know you are proud of your girl. She is blessed to have you too as her mother and for you both to be so very gifted writers! Amazing dear one.

      Voted Way Up to the Heavens again. There is no brilliant button to click.

      God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      Well, epigramman (I like to call you by your pen name if that's okay or Colin inbetween)...I was out the half of the day yesterday. Got up really late around 2:30 pm, had a quick brunch and headed out to the Old Potter Road for some autumn shots. It was cloudy, never thought of it and on the drive to Don Valley, it started to pour (never checked the weather either). I was asked if it continues to rain if I still want to get out of the car and I replied yes with no hesitation. I want to be out there to shoot. I was just a bit worried of my camera getting wet, then, I noticed the sky breaking. Thank goodness, I know the rain would stop by the time we reach our destination. And it did, little drizzles, but not heavy rain and finally it stopped. You'll see my photos of Fall in Pottery Road on Facebook soon (I have not posted an album yet).

      Do Miss Tiffy and Mister Gabe like strong winds? My dog enjoys it but it is hard to make him move, he just sticks his nose up and looks around feeling the breeze shaking his curly locks, lol.

      Your mum is right about hearing SILENCE. I can hear silence too and it is the most serene sound...a silent music.

      Be ready for tonight's weather and don't get wet out there. Keep warm with your kitties. Rain came back in Toronto last night and I so love the sound of it hitting the windows trying to get in.

      I can't handle windchills and extreme me migraines.

      Piano, guitar and orchestra were one of my faves since I was a teen and I had a handful tapes of 'em. Wordless, each piece delivers a different feeling into my veins, transporting melodies straight to my brain and back to my heart.

      Enjoy your whole day, my friend, the epigramman. Take care Colin. Please pat Tiffy and Gabe for me.


      I am looking forward to post my photos today from yesterday's walk.

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      epigramman 5 years ago

      ...well Lady Tess it's 7:54am and if there is a physical presence of God then it is here in the lake , the sky, the clouds, the wind and yes that almighty ball of fire - the sun - whether I see this indelible image after night shift or now in the last year (my sleep habits are changing) by going to bed earlier and getting up at this time - the rising of the sun and the daybreak is literally one of the greatest things I will ever see - and of course the location sets it off.

      So here I am with 2nd cup of coffee and two well fed pussycats with the same ritual - Tiffy goes out and stays out and the Gabe man goes out but wants to come back in for more treats. The man's got priorities. lol

      Currently listening to classical baroque music ; it is excellent for writing and reflecting one's personal thoughts and I have an old adage: I never listen to Led Zeppelin before 12 noon - lol lol - I love jazz too and often play it after work and it is also great writing music. I will always be a rock and roll baby - it's in my veins to stay of course but as one gets older you also get more selective and go with the idea that 'there is a time and place for everything'

      The wind off the lake today is extremely strong (it is the same feeling standing on the lakeshore road overlooking the lake as if you were standing on the upper deck of a cruise ship; it's the same feeling)

      and yes there are a million beautiful images to be had in any given day here all year round - and as my mum used to say - listen you can hear the silence as there is a strong sense of yin and yang here because Colin can choose silence or music (lol) - the east wind off the lake is a forewarning of a change in the weather my mum used to say and rain is scheduled to come into the area by tonight. Often we get the same weather as the Toronto area and often we get lake effect weather (often in the form of snow in the winter and it comes more from Western New York and the Niagara Falls/Buffalo region.

      Right across from me - 47 miles is Erie. Penn.

      On a clear clear night sometimes you can see the lights.

      On a clear clear day sometimes you can see the land formation.

      So that is my report at lake erie time 8:05pm with a golden glow covering the lake but with a very strong wind. The wind here at this time of year is everything - the wind chill can be unforgiving in the winter but heavenly in the summer .

      Please have a good day my friend and I will look forward to your new piece. The first time I heard the piano music of George Winston I cried.

      It is very impressionistic music and great for writing too.

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      Oh, you must be fast snoring now. I miss this for I was working on a new poem. Great dinner you had and you made me crack up with your "girlish" figure, lol! Glad I was done with my dinner finding this or I'll choke.

      Thank you Colin. My daughter is good in writing and art as well, well like mommy, hahaha. I hope she's not stopping with writing. I can't be a match to her.

      I listened to all you have shared with me from the other hub. I like Donovan and the lyrics of his songs. The piano of George Winston inspired me to finish a poem tonight that had been on pending weeks back. My lazy bones, now, I am up to it again. Thanks for the music.

      Tuning to Buena Vista Social Club Full Album...

      That's another phase of Lake Erie into my imagination. Maybe you gave your pussy-diva-cats some beer too and wine on other nights that is why they're controlling your bed, hahaha!

      See you tomorrow...after sunrise for me, epi! - Scarborough Fair 1:42 am

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      epigramman 5 years ago

      Hello Lady Tess - well there's truth in the old adage - like Mother like daughter - you are both terrific writers and it runs in the family.

      I am listening to the Buena Vista Social Club live at Carnegie Hall - glorious Cuban music 'cos I can get away from it up here at the lake - lol - and play it loud enough for Havana to hear - lol

      I opted for a lighter dinner, being that it was later at night, and I had a nice boneless chicken breast and some Asian vegetables. I have to watch my girlish figure you know.

      And it's completely dark out here by the lake in the country - dark as the night they say - well I can't see to the other side of the lakeshore tonight - no full moon to illuminate the sky and it must be fairly heavy cloud coverage but anytime I go out at this time of night I need a heavy duty flashlight - well, one beer before I lay down with my pussy-diva-cats who take control of the bed every night - sweet dreams my friend and I will see you in the morning - lake erie time 12:54am

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      How was your dinner, Mister Epigram? Glad my daughter finished the last pasta with beef in tomato sauce (almost had it with Italian sausages) and I had scrambled eggs with mushrooms and scallions over rice for my dinner. My dog Simba had his gourmet ground beef patty with potatoes and veggies I made ready for him in portions.

      I was searching for a tribute write up about you and I found it on marcoujor's hub. What a delight to know you more! I laughed too enjoying your funny antics on some parts of your interview.

      Thank you for stumbling by this poetry hub. This poem was written by my daughter. She wrote it when she was 18, now, she is 22. I just felt proud of her words that I have to share it than having it inbetween her piles of papers. I have saved a duplicate copy on file, plus this one on HP to make sure this composition of hers is safely stored somewhere. Thank you again for your kind appreciation, epi. I will share to Monika your comments here; she will be overjoyed.

      Hahaha, those sock monkeys...I went bananas 'bout them for months, maybe more than a year or so. I made my dog one too!

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      epigramman 5 years ago

      I almost went all the way back to the beginning and then I thought to myself - 'gee if those cats of mine ever got ahold of your sock puppets - there might not be much sock left in the puppet - lol - then again they might just look and walk away ..... so I settled very comfortably with this poem - and yet it's anything but comfortable - it's unsettling and raw and so many striking but graphic visual images hit my mind when I was reading these unflinching unforgiving words of truth, passion and outrage. You have the pedigree of a gifted writer my friend because like that guy from lake erie (lol) you can move around so comfortably flirting with different moods, genres, styles and tempos - a great writer can always disappear convincingly behind the creative mask, so to speak. Yes 3 months ago I would have said - this is the birth (hub-birth, if you will,) of a rising new talent .....and now , 3 months later 'that talent' has risen to the cream of the crop here among the best writers and thinkers at Hubpages.

      sending you warm wishes from 8:35pm lake erie time and just about to fix a late dinner pasta dinner with sausages and tomato sauce and I must find some appropriate food preparation music - let me go and look ......

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      Thank you Maria! It is such an honour to have you drop me a comment. Lotsa love! coffeegginmyrice "Maria"

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      Maria Jordan 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

      Moving, poignant, authentic... memorable expressions.

      Voted UP & AI. Thank you for sharing. Hugs, Maria

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      Sudhees Sukumaran 5 years ago from Kochi

      War is not fare. It's disturbing.