Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
Biography of Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
A Filipino born woman, lives in Denmark, wrestles with the Danish language; attempts to preserve her mother tongue- Cebuano, writes prose and poetry in English. Wife, mother, teacher, cross-cultural worker; loves to sing, paint and tend the garden, finds it delightful to demonstrate her poems by her paintings.
Elizabeth Padillo Olesen's Works:
Spirituality for Peace and Justice, a book of poems on Christian spirituality, published by Author House,134 pages with poet's own paintings on canvas,2014.
A Pulse for my Country People: Poems and Reflections on Philippine Situation, CGS Printers,1995
Collection of Own Poems in Cebuano Language,1995.
Own paintings demonstrated by verses or poems, www.artbreak.com or visit www.123hjemmeside.dk/Kunst-liv-tro
Elizabeth Padillo Olesen Poems
Teacher, teacher, teacher, teach me now
Between The Rich And The Poor
Who draws the gap between people? They call them rich, they call them poor The rich squander in wealth and abundance The poor wonder what to eat next time.
War, War, War!
War, war, war! Who gives birth to war? Is it greed for power that craves for more and more?
A Tribute To The Filipino People, Edsa ...
Such a courage you have displayed in confronting forces of tyranny You say no to corruption,
'We'Re All On A Journey'
We're all on a journey on a journey of human arrogance looking at ourselves as the best and others as animals and pests
Work, Work, Work!
Work in the morning Work at noon Work in the afternoon and work in the night.
Dancing With God And Angels
In darkness and light You follow me. In my sighs and cries You hold my hand.
The Boxing Match
Two contenders on the ring jumping, hitting and smashing each other with gloves on, they fight like the modern jaguars with the target of money
Filling waters in all sideways and byways Leaking through all alleys and subways Overflowing canals, rivers and bays Overflowing streets, stations and houses
Flight Mh 370
Where in the world have you flown? Your loved ones are waiting crying and hoping…
Enemy to the human body Bolting and locking the door of hope Ocean of fears and worries Languish and flood human memories
The Earth's Call For Responsible Stewar...
It is calling for compassion It is calling for responsible hands It is calling for stewards, stewards to see and listen,
How can a mother forget her child, the child who is conceived nine months in the womb the child that is cradled at daytime, night time until dawn?
The Icelandic Volcano
Such a beauty to the eye Of immense height That blends in the sky!
Renewed from hatred
that strangulates the flow of love.
Renewed from anger
that bulldozes a mountain of understanding.
Renewed from pain
that shatters the windows of tomorrows.