Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
Biography of Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
My father was a writer in our local dialect. Writing was his hobby and he was working as a Mechanical Engineer.
I took up Engineering course in college and working now in the Gulf region.
I have no specific time or day to write. Sometimes, when an idea came up to my mind, I jot it down or type it on my phone.
I usually get some of my ideas during a car/bus ride, then when I'm on my computer, I type it.
Champs Ulysses Cabinatan Poems
(((BLoOM))) Where you are (((BLoOM))) Wherever you are
Life is Like Playing Basketball
Life is like playing basketball dribble, run, walk, jump and shoot. play without a ball and a goal and the game will be pointless
*The making of the Alphabet Poems
the rule should be to find a word that defines the letter like for Letter S, I define it as shining
Give Me Strength
Give me strength when my will is weak Give me strength when my heart is frail Give me strength when life gets rough Give me strength when my spirit gives up
Of Smoking and Anger
Nicotine can ruin your lungs Anger can ruin your heart
My Mom Is the Best Mom
She’s my first home for nine months and for my first nine years she was always there for me
Some music can make you feel sick Some music can make you feel rejuvenated
I Am Most Happy When…
I am happy when I reach a goal big or small hard or easy to achieve lofty, noble or one which is simple.
I live in a world were clouds are pink And leaves are gold I live in a world were sands are liquid And seas are solid
'Like a little child who can enjoy almost anything as his toys, from a simple sling shot, a stone, marbles or a tin can we can still be happy in some simple celebration in life.
The Duck's Feather
attacks criticisms by others sometimes, it has much more to do with them than with us. If we always get caught up with their unconstructive energy
Without Faith, Hope and Love
Without Faith I am like a butterfly without wings An eagle that cannot fly a kingfisher that cannot catch a fish.
Empty Plastic Bottle
Empty plastic bottle Empty water bottle Easily toppled When wind blows
My dad hid his emotion. he is not the huggy type nor the vocal type of expressing his love have never heard him saying I love you
I Miss My Angel
In the midst of chaos you came
Bringing light, the loneliness you vanquish
In your presence my heart sings a lovely hymn
Your warmth, Your hug, your embrace, my comfort
Your charm, your gentleness, my splendor
You're my strength, my life,
my heaven, and my love
Oh my angel, my life is so blessed