Pain’s But A Myth

Venomous pain the Algea injectedsad-woman
In anguish and torment my soul screamed
“Journey to dreamland” Hypnos muttered
“Drown misery in my lake of dreams.”

But Dionysus countered “Visit my vines,
Feast upon my sweet magical grapes
Submerge anguish in the lake of wine
Dream not in languor but while awake.”

Aphrodite said “I’ll bring Helen
She can kiss your anxieties away,
Frolic with her in Dionysus’ haven
While I hold Menelaus at bay.”

When Thanatos arrived he whispered –
“Down there anxieties have no domain
Hold tight my hands waiting is Hades
Let death vanquish distress and pain,”

Rhea came last took my hand and smiled
Her turret crown beamed comfort and ease
On her laps I cuddled like a child
Then she told me “Pain’s but a myth.”


Teacher-Writer-Advocate for Self-improvement M, A, and D are the initials of my two first names (Massuline and Antonio) and my mother's family name (Dupaya). Ligaya (a Filipino word which means happiness in English) is my family name. MAD is actually one of my nicknames aside from Tony and Ching. My full name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question "Why do you write?" I don't write for material rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories, and essays, when I do research, the process of creating them gives me immense joy and seeing them completed brings me great satisfaction. I don't write for cash incentives, "likes," and "praises." I would be thankful should I get those but the happiness and sense of fulfillment I get while doing them and completing my works are my real rewards. Is teaching difficult? No! When I teach, I don't work but I play. My educational philosophy - "The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy." I am a lifelong learner too. My daily goal is to be better than I was yesterday. It's difficult, but it's worth the try. It's not for what I get from doing it but for what I become. Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on May 25, 2016, in Love, Poetry, Tula and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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