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
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
(((BLoOM))) Where you are (((BLoOM))) Wherever you are
*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
I Am God's Work Of Art
I am God's work of art He crafted My inmost being And my heart
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
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.
Anesthesia For The Emotions
I need a dose of anesthesia for this emotion in turmoil a pill of pain reliever isn’t enough to kill the pain
Empty Plastic Bottle
Empty plastic bottle Empty water bottle Easily toppled When wind blows
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
Joy Is In Your Heart
Joy is in your heart Not in the hand of another Joy is in your heart Not in the decision of others
Rise Like The Phoenix
The phoenix, A mythical bird resurrected from the dead. it dies,
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
The Smell Of Your Soul
I can smell souls
a crispy bacon
Some smell like the Desert rain