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Thursday, December 17, 2015

What Christmas Means to Me


What Christmas Means to Me
By: Noel N. Villarosa
December 17, 2015


The same feeling as I was a child
It does not change, what I believe
Christmas spirit felt and beguiled
At Christmas, we welcome being naïve

It is setting aside worries for the meantime
Look around and you’ll care for other’s needs
For this time, kids are caroling instead of nursery rhyme
A long break from work and school will succeed

Some would say won’t have celebration this year
As someone is gone to heaven bringing holiday blues
As this season means family reunion to endear
Have yourself emerged, you have to choose

Finding happiness in the simplest ways
The world has become more entertaining to view
Lantern watching and carnival visit to satisfy sullen days
After jaunting, visit movie houses to watch something new

It is time to be thankful for year-round blessings
It may not be a good year for you, but for others, it is
It is a worry-free, at heart-peace is worth possessing
Presence of loved ones doing old stuff that you miss

As here we are in modern days, we stick to old tradition
Gather around old photo albums and walk through golden days
Reconnecting is the best time, call by phone or write admission
Forgiveness is a key in healing; reach out as time fades and decays


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Sunday, December 13, 2015

My Diary of a Butterfly



My Diary of a Butterfly
By: Noel N. Villarosa
December 14, 2015

Oh, butterfly what have you done?
Many brawny men are attracted to your charm
You’re a kaleidoscope powered by the sun
Your gossamer wings banded my upper arm

Known to have a short but amazing life
Destiny is fulfilled in your own little way
Your graceful visit for flowers is rife
You’re my eyes to follow flowers in misty display

You colored my lonely days, guided while I groped
Into the brilliant test made by nature’s quest
Manmade beauty defies nature’s rays of hope
You foiled many of their conquests, I found rest

Your hovering traces a place to ponder
Securing the lonely scenery, offering peace
Your flight brings time playing with senses that wonders
What’s really out there, my yearning will increase


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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Image in the Mirror

                                       Ralf Unstet (Age 56) from Kandel, Germany

Image in the Mirror
By: Noel N. Villarosa
November 12, 2015


If you want a real talk with someone
Face the mirror to stare at yourself
You see yourself more alone than anyone
His conversation you always put on the shelf

Oftentimes we need to face ourselves in the mirror
We need to connect to the feelings of our own image
Feel deep inside your personality, calling you to come near
The challenge is how to fix your image at the line of scrimmage

We cannot look directly at our own image
For it bears many lives who took part with
The awareness of who put you in the wreckage
Walking with no boundaries; it’s always in your wit

For it will not be you, you will be seeing in the mirror
It will be love, respect, and control staring back at you
On what does it mean is pointing into your own error
It is not your image but other’s image reflection you knew


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Image in the Mirror (A poem by my 8-year old son)

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                             Bennimax (Dagmar Räder (Age 50) from Wien, Österreich)

The Image in the Mirror
Written by: Pio Noel Villarosa
November 12, 2015


When I stepped in front of the mirror
I saw myself staring back at me and to the door
I raised my hand and say “hi”
And then it's lunch time and bid goodbye

While brushing my teeth, I looked again at the mirror
Preparing to go to bed, praying not to dream of any horror
I read my book and grab my sketchbook
And afterward, I hang it on a hook

I went to pray with the cross
And even putting a red rose
I looked back at the mirror
The image is blurred; sleepy as it appears

Sunday, October 25, 2015

The Fogman (Fictional Short Story for Children)

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                                     Anja Osenberg from Aachen, Deutschland

The Fogman (Fictional Short Story for children)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
October 21, 2015

It is mid-winter again; the sun is low in the sky. During the night when the sky is clear, land surfaces will emit heat into space and, therefore cool. In the process, it formed cloud water droplets or ice crystals hanging in the air, typically we called it fog.

During the Age of Sail, sailing ships were what most people used for trading and naval warfare. Many battles started and ended with the draping of a sad white fog in the air signaling lost, deprive, agony, and misery. On a misty island, they called luggerstone was where the fog returned after crossing the sea; they believed it was here on this island where the fogman believed to return during those periods.

The story of fogman was believed had begun during a battle happened during the golden age of sail where disputes over trade caused conflicts. Many believed on the good leadership of an Admiral named Pinuel, he had been leading most of the battle and have won. With the good tactics administered by Admiral Pinuel, he had triumphantly stopped many attempts of invasion of the much powerful forces of enemy’s armada.

Admiral Pinuel was a good navigator and mathematician; he could maneuver his ship effectively by taking the windward position or the direction of upwind from the point of reference. His tactic was to give way to the leeward vessels and since his ship was a square-rigged warship that would often ride from the windward direction, thus giving it more advantage over the opposing warship, in this way they could choose when to engage and when to withdraw. Mostly in this kind of situation, the opposing vessel would expose its bottom to be shot and eventually retired in the sinking.

Until one battle, they fought a much bigger and an aggressive enemy firing bow chaser cannon towards their ship, they were forming the line-of-battle tactic which favored the larger ships to sail steadily and maintain their position in the line in the face of heavy fire. The line formed was moving perpendicular to the axis where Pinuel’s vessel was moving that was why it broke their line through it and isolate Pinuel’s ship to the rest of his fleet, trying to double up or had encircled their ship and fired relentlessly on them. Pinuel’s ship was badly damaged, all of his men got wounded and died on the ship, only Admiral Pinuel survived and had managed to jump off the vessel and swum aimlessly away from his sinking ship.

Pinuel had swum at the rage of the sea, luckily grabbed a piece of floating wood, enough to fit his body on it, and tried to paddle his way to an island. Pinuel suffered hunger and pain until his body succumbed to severe exhaustion and was lying unconscious at the top of the wood. The wind might have helped him of being marooned on the misty island called “luggerstone.” Pinuel was awakened by the small strokes of waves upon his face, even though badly injured, he managed to crawl into the valley, and drunk on its water, with no knowledge about that magical stream of water connecting into the sky, slowly it caused him to sweat so hard; the sweating continuously washed away his flesh into water, and blending with the stream of water; whenever cool air passes over the moist land, it generally formed into a fog. Pinuel’s mind was still clear what had happened into his transformation, he was still focused on getting back to the sea to continue protecting his countrymen from the enemies, he had wished for the wind and the mountain where he belonged now to grant his last wish to become the fogman warning sailors for any dangers, preventing them not to pursue their sailing into a marked foggy place. He even made a chant for the wind, mountain, and the sun with a beautiful hymn in order to send him as fogman into the sea and land:

When the sun is low
When the sky is clear and aglow
When the heat fills the space
Allow me to form into ice crystal brace

To hang into the air
Waited to fulfill and repair
Unduly grace of vapor to meet its fate
Forming as fogman that never sleeps on his wake

With his chanting, immediately Pinuel’s mind communicated with the wind, mountain, and the sun, sending him into the sea and land as the fogman.

The villagers will always remember Admiral Pinuel as the great sailor who had brought hope to his countrymen.  He will always afloat out in the sea and land, always a lookout for sea travelers and voyagers. So whenever you see fog, it is telling you to be careful in going through that place for it is warning you of dangers behind that misty cloud.

THE END. 

Monday, October 19, 2015

Collaboration with the Ghost

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                                            Bonnyb Bendix (Deutsch)



Collaboration with the Ghost
By: Noel N. Villarosa
October 14, 2015


Just a thought of working with a ghost
One I knew or a guest specter
I won’t fear the unexpected and can’t boast
A spectator on this skittish November

A silent visit of a lonely spirit
Stories to unfold, connecting the past
The strangest seems I have had more merit
A nightly cast of fog so thick and fast

Real or airy-fairy experience
Those ghosts are pent into another dimension
Free from the tussle of life and beyond deviants
Reconnecting with the living in cold attention

One evening, startled by a transparent figure
Inside a room with translucent glow
Leaning on the table, staring on a paper
Suggesting writing his own memoir


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Monday, October 5, 2015

Time Traveller

                       Gerd Altmann from Freiburg, Deutschland


Time Traveller
By: Noel N. Villarosa
October 5, 2015


It muddles into our time slightly
Backwards hunting immemorial time
Onward guessing on technology’s mighty
Ever wonder to ride and visit the sublime

We are all time travellers
In our dreams or in reality, we trek
Everything goes by his own caliber
In conversation, we learn at age’s beck

In some poets’ verses, they spoke
In Philosopher’s story had been told
That they did not die but blended nature’s stroke
Lost cities rediscovered in poetic legend to uphold

We see things not supposed to be that way
Structures erected in manners so occult
People behaved unusually and hear them say
Like strangers in their own time, misleading assault

Living in the moment is a wakeful existence
Fragile lives we met in unsynchronized composure
For the time being, we have been swirling in tenses
For all we think of, is our past, present, and future


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Monday, September 28, 2015

Aldub Nation (Poem, Song)

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Aldub Nation (Poem, Song)

By: Noel N. Villarosa
September 28, 2015

The moment I saw you
There was something unusual
The crowd cheered whew
Odd sparked and became mutual

Strange ways to express
Feelings made way in singing
Backing of music, with tenderness
Mysterious voice, people were asking

At the right time, do not rush
Instead, you listen to your elders
Your guides and charted course
With the test of time, be prepared

Chorus:

Ebb and flow
To the currents of life
In Aldub Nation you will see
People are united and liven up

Forget all the worries
For a while, just smile
In love full of hope
So let’s join the Aldub Nation

Refrain:

If you are lonely
Keep track of two lovers
Alden and Maine, picture of true love
True happiness, Filipinos could relate

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Prayer of an Overseas Worker

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Prayer of an Overseas Worker
By: Noel N. Villarosa
September 27, 2015

I consumed half of my prime life
And little I know the dark side
I’ve kept apart, sorrows grow rife
In virtual silence, I reside

I kneel down to pray they are well
Sure enough, that keeps them all safe
To quench yearning, in poem I tell
O’er the years to ward off my chafe

Be passive to the fast escape of time
Brings me closer to homecoming
Desire blazed a trail, time to climb
To prey on moments is stunning

Please forgive my ghostly status
For I am the pillar of house
My struggle I offer gratis
A journey with you, sail is douse


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Monday, September 21, 2015

Chasing the Internet

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Chasing the Internet
By: Noel N. Villarosa
September 17, 2015


The internet is like a ball
Should be passed on to other people
An understanding, my little son shared
Ideal speed most of us desired

Trawling through the internet
Always chasing ideal time to connect
Trapped and engrossed into the network
Manacling idiosyncrasies making them to shirk

Living outside your home country
The Internet is the passageway to your family
It made lives into simpler ones
You need to pay for a better connection

How our senses are altered
Even our thinking was bothered
Time and space that are apart
Uninspired if unable to reach your counterpart

Dark side of the internet
Time quickly runs out and we forget
To socialize with others and feel the real world
As virtual image tried to evolve

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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Lost Slippers

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Lost Slippers
By: Noel N. Villarosa
Sept. 16, 2015

Spirited little feet, to walk barefoot
Struggles of naked feet sounded a hoot
How the soles have long been unprotected
Stepping on prickly brambles, it collected

The sore feet luckily found one slipper
Color green and had a slit figure
Eagerness suggested bringing it home
Unworthy, hoping the other one will come

Now quilted the torn portion
The feet demanded a replica version
A knitted fabric as temporary ply
To flaunt a style, need to defy

A storm came, there was flooding
Down the river swept many things
Possibly detached and swept downstream
Footwear washed and lodged in bamboo beams

The little one took it and tried to fit
For the right foot, if the size permits
The color yellow and comparatively new
A rightful match showed out of the blue

Green and yellow, beauty and happy
Slippers style worn casually
Gone are the days of sore feet, now snug feet
Living in remote areas denied by cozy sheet


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Thursday, September 3, 2015

My Little Detective

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My Little Detective
By: Noel N. Villarosa
September 1, 2015

I saw and first heard
It roared like T-rex and whistled like bird
Underneath the wooden stand shall appear
A finely built little boy wearing a crew cut hair

Far away to the place I stayed
He sometimes banished due to slow internet bandwidth
Turned me into a blank thousand-yard stare
I longed to hear his little jaunt pleasure

He is a picture to reveal my happiness
An allegory to tell my journey’s success
If on a magical-intellectual land of puzzles can inhibit
He is a boon to get me deep through the thicket

A special break in winter, a moment so right
Find the one who likes this color code #4E9258
Whose name is in this code: 16-9-15 14-15-5-12
Reveals a saint's name and my name is involved

Two factors, holy and first Christmas
He is my love, my whole life to embrace
His mother’s face, their likeness you will know
Read the clue, line-by-line as you go

His time so precious that I need to guard
A super sleuth knows how to trap his bard
Now I cracked the code, solved this riddle
He is my little detective, my son “Pio Noel”

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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Golden Jubilee

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Golden Jubilee
By: Noel N. Villarosa
August 26, 2015

Did I go far at 50?
Time flies, now my golden age
So much to ponder on life’s stage
In surging events, I need to stay nifty

Still I cry and laugh
It’s normal for a man’s fight
Heaven still guards my flight
Not rich but blessing pours enough

Younger years just past to ripe
Serious composure enlivened by jolly snatch
Which my deep thought would only catch
Light-hearted moments, I will tribe

Proudly turning half a century
Denials would still reveal at wisdom
A drift to the generational gap with younger ones
I am thankful for every wisp of glory

Though I have a limited time to reach my goals
Looking forward to the second half century
I wonder of owning certain age as sweet reverie
Birthday is not a thing to argue, it is inevitable

Today I give myself the gift of time
A chance to thank also dear people
Who make me happy and gleeful
Should the test of time ever climb


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Monday, August 10, 2015

God Wrote a Poem

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God Wrote a Poem
By: Noel N. Villarosa
August 11, 2015

Events that took part in our life
We don’t think we know it all
God wrote a poem for our insights
Immersed in experience, to swim the crawl

God wrote a poem for me and you
Look around, it’s written on His bounty
In flower’s scent, we are raised to view
Sceneries that inspire, humbly grow to infinity

Like I do, to read what it means
My eyes understand, the love to repair
His message sent into my dreams
Poetic dialogue to open up despair

Born to the rhythm of two hearts
One from your mother and yours
Reaching your way into light’s art
That first cry resounds that endures

It’s the first poem ever written
God’s grace to loving parents
Cries of a baby as mother cries in response
Sounds convey feelings into words to understand

God wrote a poem through sights and sounds
Unknown, until we succumbed to silence and darkness
Realizing message it tells and clear shapes that astound
We are His written poem out of nothingness

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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Find the Eyes

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Find the Eyes
By: Noel N. Villarosa
August 6, 2015

Winning games, such a fun
Lingering doubts like a taste in the mouth
Tucked in a blanket, fears still run
A strong dreamer sent to scout

Sit quietly and listen, watch to know
Mornings are pleasant, evenings for a call
Face disturbed for bogeyman to show
Pranks they thought, off to bed and fall

Wink and smile to trick all of those times
She’ll be right beside and kissed goodnight
Gathered some courage to hold a new frame
In a child’s eyes, it’s a secret to hold on tight

Running hours like imaginations ran wild
Slip back to time where castles are made
Out of sheet draped across two chairs and tied
This brief moment draws a smile which never fades

In loneliness when you are past your prime
Take some time and absorb the pleasures
A time out and break into childhood time
Try to find the eyes back to your youthful leisure



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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

The Legopolis (Fictional short story for children)

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The Legopolis (A fictional short story for children)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
July 26, 2015

Long before when children spent every single day playing with their existing toys specially made out of wood or metal, the kind of toys that they have in their mind remained fictional. Not until when four children living in Laguna had a chance on experimenting the luciferin found in fireflies for them to create a glow in their room was accidentally poured into the raw materials of their newly purchased eco-friendly thermoplastic, consisting of a styrene monomer with the addition of an acrylonitrile and butadiene monomer that they were planning to create as mini blocks to build something out of their creative imagination. The luciferin has created a life out of those chemicals. The next morning, the four children named: Pio, Malka, JD, and Joakim started the molding process, plastic was heated to 230-310C, it was then injected into molds at a pressure of 25-150 tons, it then took  5-10 seconds for the elements to cool and be ejected. They have waited for this mini blocks to be finished, and that they are going to build the legopolis and all the figures that were already formed in their mind.

The four children slowly built the brick-walled legopolis with green blocks as the walls, they built a tower to serve as watch tower from inside the legopolis, surrounding with post equipped with cctv cameras to watch every movement inside and outside of the legopolis. They also built mini houses, parks, and roads to make it a real legopolis. What the four children didn’t know was that the power of extra electron produced when luciferin was mixed into the thermoplastic during the molding process could give a life for those lego blocks and figures and make them move like real living things.

Pio named his lego creations as Ghoster, Croc, and Nightbeat (has the power to transform into a car). Malka created her lego and named it as Jetwash (has the power to transform into a Jet), JD created Silversnout (has the power to transform into a shark), and Joakim created Terosaur (has the power to transform into a dinosaur). Each lego has acquired power from the mixing of luciferin and chemicals, and that power will protect the legopolis from evil forces which were also created by the playful mind of these four children. They created Slob Lego which has the power to stain everything into a dirt by using its paintbrush and spattering black color into anything which comes into sight. There also existed Crusher who used its vibratory roller compactor to smash all the lego figures that block on its way. There also existed Rich Lego who will bribe all lego figures to join him and destroy the lego city. There also existed Shadow Taker who will steal a lego’s shadow and make it a slave into its shadow land cave where no one escapes even light would be trapped into this darkness. In four weeks of brainstorming, these kids finally completed the whole set and all the lego figures which have the story to create.

One creepy night while everyone was sleeping, a lightning struck the floor creating electron beam to flow into the lego figures and that ignited with the luciferin mixed on the chemicals found on thermoplastic thus giving the lego figures a life on its own. All the lego figures moved around the legopolis as they were alive, and all the bad legos had figured their way out of the legopolis, and acted on their own to carry out their evil works.

The next morning, the four children found out the missing bad legos and they were puzzled where did they all go. As days passed by, the four children did not know that their legos have come alive from the luciferin and extra electron sparked by the lightning. Every night they became alive and were glowing in the dark, they were acting cleverly to protect the legopolis from the runaway villains. One night, as the legopolis was calm and relaxed, they were assaulted by surprise by Slob Lego, equipped with its paintbrush, it splashed a stain all over the legopolis turning it messy and polluted. Ghoster and Croc were disappointed to stop Slob lego.  Ghoster and Croc had planned a revenge to stop Slob lego, they went inside the dark cave of Slob lego. Ghoster warned Croc to stay outside the cave as it will have a hard time tracking Slob inside a dark cave. Ghoster has this power of infrasound with a low-frequency sound that could chart any heat formation in the dark. Ghoster used this power to track down Slob and upon sensing Slob, immediately spread its white coat to cover Slob and took it out the cave and melted it into the paint, and painted it on the canvas to be trapped there forever. As one villain was down and there were three villains still out on the loose. Late one night, the Super Legos had spotted from outside the legopolis was Crusher lego with its heavy roller compactor ready to roll into the legopolis to crush everything on sight. Jetwash, Silversnout, and Terosaur transformed themselves and acted immediately to prevent Crusher lego from going into the legopolis. The three Super Legos have spread superglue throughout outside the legopolis’ road to get Crusher to stick to the ground and will no longer roll its compactor. At the end they made Crusher useless and immovable; Jetwash, Silversnout, and Terosaur have brought Crusher into pieces and never will do harm to the lego city. It was not so long until Rich Lego planned to bribe the lego city with his power to incite anyone with its money, it  tried to pay a visit to lego city and to dispense lots of money to ask for a favor to the lego community, but just in time all the Super Legos Nightbeat, Ghoster, Croc, Jetwash, Silversnaut, and Terosaur have built a hard maze or a network of paths designed to confuse Rich Lego to find his way into the lego city, whenever Rich lego was getting near to the entrance of the legopolis the Super Legos will try to change the blocking blocks to prevent him from entering until the path came into a dead end or cul-de-sac (closed at one end), Rich Lego was trapped forever in this hard to solve maze. When everything was in control as it seems to be calm, not far from the legopolis was a lego named Shadow Taker was planning bad for the legopolis, it was the ultimate enemy to make havoc into the Legopolis. Shadow Taker lived in a dark cave where no light could ever break into, anyone whose shadow will be taken will be trapped inside the dark cave and become a slave. The Super Legos were aware of the power of the Shadow Taker that they had prepared for that day to face Shadow Taker and it happened one late night when the legopolis area was lighted. Shadow Taker moved into the place where it could capture as many shadows in the legopolis, but Nightbeat, Ghoster, Croc, Jetwash, Silversnaut, and Terosaur have a great plan to fight Shadow Taker and this was through a mirror standing on the very entrance gate of the legopolis, that once opened, Shadow Taker will have a chance to stare into his own image with his shadow reflected into the mirror and swallowed up by its own body. And that was what happened as planned by the Super Legos, its shadow was taken hostage inside its own body, and it got weaker and weaker as long as its own shadow was trapped inside its body. The Super Legos had defeated Shadow Taker and it was taken back into its dark cave. The Legopolis stays colorful and lively until to this day, every night while everyone fell asleep; the legopolis comes alive with their luciferin keeps them glowing in the dark, the lego figures always on the move,  and keep building their legopolis and other figures.

The four children: Pio, Malka, JD, and Joakim will always be surprised to see what the lego figures had built on the first day would come out to be perfect and keeps on expanding every night without the four children doing anything, amazed with their creation, they just enjoyed the pleasure to see the lego empire keeps building up and giving them joy. THE END.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Whose Slave Am I?



Whose Slave Am I?
By: Noel N. Villarosa
July 19, 2015


Let me review my life, of the many falls
The thinking gets deeper, asking who faults
Sooner is not later of how I impress life
Darkness always argued over life strife

Love cannot sustain the pallor of clamor
Only silent words in a mouth of glamour
Bliss of surrendering and rest in my grave
It may be well to die and cease to be a slave

I trade my body for a plate of food
Difficult hour, alone and seclude
Yet I am still a man with blow if just loosen
Dirty face, weary body with fractured bone

Rain cannot wash the mock that defaced my well-being
Neither do I can think of revealing my freeing
There is no roof against my oppression
Only white cloud that looms overhead has the guilt impression

Now my heart is sore afraid of beating
My smile was captured along with sympathy’s calling
No chance to see the light only heaven will allow
My life succumbed gently into heavens aglow


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Saturday, July 18, 2015

Writing In Light


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Writing In Light
By: Noel N. Villarosa
July 18, 2015



Boxes of photographs in the closet
As life goes on, it pile up in our mindset
Hoping to catch every bit of the good times
You’ve been there; again you live within its confines


Aging as it appears, but fresh memories linger on
Every picture tells a story, the evocative sensation will come upon
Rain and shine, time elapsed unwittingly
Funny stories would spring up and laugh uncontrollably


For tin types pictures, a tracing of who they were
Some had writings on the back with dates and dedication preferred
A timely choice to look at your first birthday attire
With friends and relatives gathered around in a choir


Old photos from graduation and prom
Be amazed by how friends’ image had transformed
Capture a moment and freeze it in time forever
Only memories will remind as a quick refresher


Pose a picture with loved ones for time will steal them tomorrow
Old familiar places and happenings that you would still know
Each frame becomes precious possessions of one’s life
Turn the album’s page and read each moment’s writing in light


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