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
The Power Of Words
They can be written spoken, whispered, hidden, forbidden, remembered,
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.
Who has seen the wind? Not me, not you, not them can see the wind even those with eyes as big as balls.
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?
A Good Life
A good life is a song when melodies are sung by laughters and smiles.
Brother Roger Of Taize
A humble and fragile man with a great heart
The Sky, Our Blanket
The sky, our blanket, puts us to sleep, drowns our eyes with darkness
Think About It
Think if all were healthy and no one felt so unhappy. Think if all were in perfect form and no one else look malformed.
The Battered Woman
It is not the first time that you land in a hospital Here silently you lie down with the blue marks on your
Powerful Hurricane Sandy
Sandy gathered strength from rivers and seas flooding homes, fields, markets and subways.
We Cry For Food And They Give Us Bullets
Food! Food! Food! It is all that we need It is all that we need to calm down our spirits!
Dancing With God And Angels
In darkness and light You follow me. In my sighs and cries You hold my hand.
Is there such an easy life? Each moment calls one to decide: To rise up or to sleep To work or to report sick
Love Beyond Measure
Who can fathom its depth
when it touches the heart
to rejoice and mourn?
Who can conquer its height
when it elevates one to
the apex of delirium and success?
Who can hoard its fragrance
when to hide it
murders the beauty
of both man and woman?