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Chasing Happiness



To the mornings that welcome the day
A sunrise that gives hope
The cold wind breeze and the
Fragrant smell of flowers.

To the nights that flicker lights
Fine dining at its best
Deafening sound of peals of laughter and
A drop of wine till becoming sober.

To the business of life
Too numerous to count
Social media and to realities of life
Till soul became numb of tiredness.

To the world of fame and recognition
That can be drowning at times
Overwhelming attention and
Appreciation that is appealing to the soul.

None of them give lasting and
Deeper meaning to never-ending
Chasing of happiness and it is only
“A Gift” that can give its presence.

Luzviminda G. Rivera

Luzviminda G. Rivera

An excellent international journal reviewer, multi-awarded researcher, session chair, Tarlac State University external panel member of thesis/dissertation committee, presented researches in various national and international conferences and published researches in journal and online proceedings. Her poems are being published by Spillwords Press and Indian Periodicals. She is a fluent speaker of six languages. A member of City of Angeles Toastmasters Club (CATMC). A multi-awarded nurse by profession and currently the Vice-President for Luzon of the Department of Educational National Nurses Association in the Philippines, licensed teacher, a consistent academic excellent graduate of her post graduate courses like doctor of public administration. She also, took up units in Bachelor of Laws. She presented one of her researches in 2nd Singapore International Research Conference in March 2019. Last year, she placed 2nd in the First National Action Research Competition and First Prize-Best Presenter in the First National Curriculum Research Conference.
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