I am not a poet..I will never be.
I play the guitar, piano, keyboard, harmonica and other musical instruments.My mother and my maternal grandma were my first music teachers.
I love to swim and dive.Our ancestral home is near the sea.Music is my first love.Writing is only my past time.
Meggie Gultiano is my maiden name.
I have worked as a Community Organization worker for fifteen years when I was still single, and presently helping an outreach every week. I teach choir in a local university, and piano during week ends.
Some of my works (just simple) are featured in some of the websites for photo journalist.
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Meggie Gultiano Poems
The Last Embrace
You walked as fast as you could Bringing with you some food to partake Life is difficult, you have to make do With the provisions the nuns have provided
A Little Fun Keeps You Young
A Little Fun Keeps You Young A little fun keeps you young;
The Ferris Wheel Of Life
(A collab write with Kayte, a fellow poet) We're going to ride the Ferris Wheel of Life And when it gets to the top,
A MOTHER'S LOVE
A Mother's Love Nowhere will i find a love like a mother's love Who did her best, to look her best
A Healing Prayer
My hands are folded as i bow down and pray My expectant heart is waiting for you to say Go in peace, rise my child, don't worry I will be here for you till eternity
MY POETRY JOURNEY
My poetry journey is nothing and nowhere to go Without leaving a word or two I need a companion along the way With you in my thoughts each day
A Friend In Need, A Friend Indeed
What has friendship got to do in times of need? A thousand reasons perhaps for one to see Someone in collaboration with unlikely times...,
A Reason And A Purpose
A Reason And A Purpose Our life's journey here on earth has a reason and a purpose
A Poemhunter Away..
There's a place i know and love A place called a poet's home Pens and minds meet Time, tears and gold were set.
A Time For Us
Time eternal, time translucent of light Time in our hands Who would believe That we were once borne in a lifetime
I Still Believe
I still believe That the rain will not stop Until i have found you Waiting to be kissed
The Cry Of My Heart
The Cry Of My Heart Your hands are not too short
I last saw you on frames Worshiped by gods and demi-gods Now, you walk once again In my path for sympathy
A Hug Each Day
A hug each day Will drive your blues away To welcome you or i hate to see you go
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The Last Embrace
You walked as fast as you could
Bringing with you some food to partake
Life is difficult, you have to make do
With the provisions the nuns have provided
For you and your husband to keep afloat each day
Keeping him company
Dependent, relying upon him
Feeling alone, lonely and neglected
Never the love and affection you expected
For many years your hidden heart embedded
He comfortably provided you
With a home you call your own
Tried working night and day
His illness had to wait, he must save
For rainy days, the future has to stay
In the ...