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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

The Covenant

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The Covenant
(Sonnet Form)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
 May 3, 2017

Take my humbleness, I submit myself
To a great God, that feels my lowliness
I have sinned; fear to be left on the shelf
 I have been inspired by His Holiness

Hates dwell on us, wicked dimmed the light
For the reason of His crucifixion
He dealt agony longer than the night
The sin labeled in our soul’s inscription

For a long time, faith coated with verglas
Gone are many squalls during the daylight
All the noble trees stunted bladed grass
The wind whispers name for a wakeful flight

We are dust, and to dust, we shall return
His resurrection, no one left forlorn

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Sunday, April 23, 2017

My Little Archer

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My Little Archer
(Sonnet Form)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 24, 2017

I am not cupid with wings to snare
I stood to trust with my dominant eye
My arrow’s end reaped a feather from lair
Grasped the bowstring, appeared ready to vie

Released my strength and listened to my breath
As force was pulling it down to the ground
That challenged distance and danced to death
Arrows braved the wind and fled being drowned

My creed will not fail in hitting the mark
Object remained aloof from where I stood
Aimed the high and enjoyed the morning lark
Dreaming one day to hit like Robin Hood

Whispered the bullseye to catch my arrow
Or hang my quiver and try tomorrow

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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The Arrogant Man (Short Story for Children)

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The Arrogant Man (Short Story for Children)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
29 November 2016

There lived a man named Nadham, a well-respected elder in their village. He was known to be intelligent but arrogant in dealing with his neighborhood. Many times he would ridicule low profile and slow learner person in a manner to have others looked at him with high respect at all times.

Nadham’s voice will always resound like a mighty echo to be heard by other people around and that was what he wanted to create. He was a tyrant to be feared by his subordinates. There were no times that you would hear him talked in a gentle soft voice. That made everyone in the village talked about his ill-mannered behavior; nobody wants to talk to him being scared to be ridiculed in front of others.

The village was perfectly situated in the middle of big mountains. One morning while everyone was preparing to start their usual day routine, Nadham went out of his house and was looking for a person to be ridiculed, but everyone seems to avoid him, nobody was paying attention to his presence, and everybody just walked and went past on him. Nadham got very angry and made his loudest scream, “Why nobody wants to talk to me!” His voice echoed into the surrounding mountains and into every terrain. But his voice resounded all alone, only echoed his mocking shout, and reverberated back into his ears. At that moment, it played back in his mind, all the bad habits he has done in the past, and like a lightning bolt, pain struck his heart on what that echo has told him. That a ridiculing shout would only be reverting an empty shout that had put him in a witless situation if everybody will just ignore it.

Now deep inside Nadham’s heart was a lesson to be learned that not all the times you will prevail in an insulting shout. Sometimes in quiet times, a humiliating voice will find a way to ridicule you in a situation far from your expectation.

From then on, Nadham has changed from being dominant into a polite person. He then mastered talking in a soft voice and will always ask if he had said hurting words and would ask forgiveness.  The End.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

The Four Travellers (Short story for children)

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The Four Travellers (Short story for children)

By: Noel N. Villarosa
7 August 2016

Once there were four travellers on a journey, packed with their own skills and expertise. They were the hunter, mountain climber, tourist guide, and the tribesman. They were among the castaways who managed to survive a shipwreck. The four travellers had survived when they were able to reach a mysterious land.

In the mysterious land, time flew so slow that they were so exhausted. One day, while they were in deep sleep, a sudden voice of nature heard playing in their ears and was talking in their mind. One by one, they were awakened by the fairy’s light, and a beautiful lady was floating with a green glowing body.

The four travellers were told that in order to find their way out, they were required to choose their ride, and need to position themselves on a clear road towards north. That ride will take them to reality, and will live with it for the rest of their lives.

The hunter excitedly got his firearm and with it, he sat, thinking of becoming a bullet to travel fast through the other end of the portal. The mountain climber rode on a sledge to scoot fast through the portal. The tourist guide held his compass believing that it will show the right direction, and will never get lost. Lastly, the tribesman just stands on his own, facing the portal believing on the power of his mind and body, will bring him back to his birthplace.

Last words from the fairy that the four should stand firm on their ride and that they would remember nothing as they came across into the other end.

As the four travellers swooped into the portal, their semblance changed unexpectedly. The hunter became a bullet and had become a charm for those in a war conflict; he would be rather penetrating an innocent body and killing them at once. The mountain climber became a sledge and became a favorite ride for those having fun on scooting down the hills. The tourist guide became famous as map accessories on every journey; all the three travellers were transformed into their chosen rides. The hunter became a bullet, the mountain climber became a sledge, and the tourist guide became a compass. They never enjoyed being reunited with their loved ones. Among them, only the tribesman was successfully transported back into his homeland, because he believed that his body was the rightful ride for every life’s journey. The tribesman will always trace his family roots and wherever he may be, he will always find a way to be reunited with his fellow villagers. The End.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Paradigm of Life

Paradigm of Life
By: Noel N. Villarosa
15 June 2016

Until breath proves on how
Our unwavering care will support
Family ties run deep, dedication avowed
No step will bring us back to a path trodden apart

By looking at all the tall trees
A feeling we surmount big challenges
Who sees dawn to dusk, divining in the breeze
We are left with someone’s life to salvage

The cavern carved by the sea has chambers
Branching off the main pathway to follow
There are easy and hard trails to remember
As body pressed down being sleepy and mellow
We come out to view the other side
Of the foyer, we entered and tried to assess
Pleasures and sorrows that set smudge our pride
Trusting to succeed every hurdle that comes to mess

Selflessly giving life at one’s advantage
Like trees maintain sap to sustain its system
Breathe reminding heart to beat as their language
Keeping these rhythms as a way to listen

We kept a place where outcry couldn’t be heard
In our mortal dreams, we color it to become immortal
But life is not forever and that is our reward
On bated breath leading to heaven’s portal

As day and night crossed into our lives
Early morning smiles on the warm season
As evening rest fading as the sun arrives
In glimmering moment, we thank life for all the reasons

One cannot live without the other
Yet others cannot exist at the same time
In every sunrise and sunset, we discover
Reaching a sublime last breath became a paradigm

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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

What If

What If
By: Noel N. Villarosa
May 24, 2016

My mind stormed with “what ifs”
Clueless about shifting ends will be right
Almost words are pell-mell on the cliff
I am hoping to find real delights

What if there are no funny movies?
Leaving many faces too serious for nothing
Our character will not tell a joke and turns ugly
Our time is better written with distinct meaning

What if I could write my younger self?
Will I transgress God’s will?
Or a timely edification of himself
Would rightly fit over frills

What if this is my last day on earth?
Will my wish be granted, while it fits desirable?
Will my wish to remain as a kid will not bring forth?
To places and events where pains are incurable

What if there are no more bad people?
Who would people turn to in order to blame
The righteous are widespread, leaving life favorable
Negativity will no longer rob our children’s fame

Imagining things out of context
What if there are new ways of transportation?
A teleporter would show its greatest effects
Strangers be deployed on chosen destination

Invulnerable if we treat our imagination
Vanishing reality into a divine foreseeing
Aroma of life instilling finest inspiration
What’s up ahead is our take as a human being

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Saturday, April 23, 2016

A Son's Birthday Poem for his Mother (A nine year old son's poem for his mother)

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A Son's Birthday Poem for His Mother
By: Pio Noel B. Villarosa (9 years old)

If there's one person to greet today
She is no other than my mother
She always leads me to better ways
And she loves my father

My first way to poetry
My father always helped me
And my mother taught me
To be awesome, competitive, as I can be

Happy birthday nanay
May you find joy
When reading this poem
Your voice is my tender love song

Friday, April 1, 2016

A Father’s Special Day in Heaven

A Father’s Special Day in Heaven
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 4, 2016

I don’t know if birthday is remembered
In heaven where happiness is sublime
Maybe a glance of memories on your April
Back to the road of life, no longer holds time

If ever you’d be here just for a while
I’ll bring back your memories in your hometown
For old times’ sake to sing and reconcile
To hug relatives and old friends that come around

Crumbled dream of luxurious time on earth
I dreamed of a day, you be allowed to visit
Meet your grandchildren to elevate your mirth
And have that smile fixed with your apparent spirit

I’ll take your hands to meet your loving wife
Waiting for a dance to the tune of your love song
Her touch, expecting your soul incarnates into life
Your sojourn on earth is personal for me and God alone

There were moments in my most solitude times
I am grasping to the memories you left behind
When rain comes on a synchronized rhyme
I am dreaming that you run shelter in my mind

Today we’ll celebrate your 90th birthday
We will wait for your visit in any kind
Or whisper your words in the wind and say
I am having a special day here in heaven’s confine

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