The Little Prince of Our House

The Little Prince of Our House
(Tritina Poetry Form)

By: Noel N. Villarosa

Our excitement to have you in our life

That you deserve a regal retreat inside our house

This once dark room spruced up with chic bedroom

With soaring peaked ceiling overlooking your bedroom

The wall with trompe l’oeil effect that’s how you furbished our life

Fixed window overlooking vast vistas of the modern house

Dark mahogany furniture lined up inside the house

A forest-green bed crown to lay down on your bedroom

In vibrant hues, you have transformed our life

How blessed our life that within our house, we built a bedroom for our little prince

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The Longest Day of Waiting

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(Prose Poetry)

By: Noel N. Villarosa

Life on earth is a large platform where people show the highness or lowness of spirits of their lives. A queue in time bargaining for the much-awaited satisfaction in life.  Just like in litigation, we all undergone proceedings in order to determine our unalienable rights --from conception to birth--judgment has been made whether to preserve or to abandon a life. Is it the longest day of waiting to be born on this earth? Not until we begin to crawl and cry weakly; run and stumble many times; stutter while trying to express the feelings, and get the needed fostering from parents that we realize all these as part of the stages of life. Is it the longest day of molding life inside the house? Not until we are brought up learning under the doctrine of the school to get further knowledge that we see a brighter future.  We struggled hard to the academic discussion--from shapes, numbers, reading and into writing, we learned and been guided coherently. Is it the longest day of waiting for commendation? Not until we stepped out from our alma mater and into the challenging workforce that we feel the test of life.  We faced many setbacks and blows but determination made us choose to get on it until we gradually climb into the targeted rank. Is it the longest day of the tiring effort to make a living? Not until we retired from work and have seen the fruits of our effort that we begin to feel good enough. As growing old is inevitable, it is about changes in yourself and life. Eyesight begins to dim and hearing fails, agility has turned into weakness, and health deteriorated until you sigh, “It is time to lay all worries to rest and maneuver myself into an open fluorescent green field.”

For all we know, it is still not the end of waiting until we see our next generation coming into being and deserving to be treated as such.


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February 12, 2013

Love Grows In Many Special Ways

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By: Noel N. Villarosa
February 4, 2013

Remembering our first movie date

We were seated among other throngs of lovers

All eyes to the movie, capturing romantic scenes

That day we learned to free ourselves from fears to love again

It was a feeling of rejuvenation

For two souls openly sharing their thoughts and emotions

Then we just found ourselves hanging around comfortably

I just found my soul mate with a divine guidance

We just do what feels right for us

A mutual feeling of almost a part of each other in some way

Time slows down as our heart beat faster

To savor the moments of being together

The places, the people and the occasions

That we came across in our lives

Will somehow speak into our eyes

We really are meant for each other

While our love story is so simple not glamorous

I have all the reasons to spend my life

Watching in riveting desire how our love grows

With a smile on our face, saying we’ll never be separated

As the ‘Notting Hill’ movie will keep playing in our mind

A sweet musing of the whole story

Made us realize that love grows

In many special ways  

Petals in the Wind

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Petals in the Wind

By: Noel N. Villarosa

As the morning breeze whispers in the sky

Blowing fragile petals and leaving the tree

For someone lounging underneath would sigh,

“Petals in the wind take me into a thrill”

A flimsy-looking old man

Pensive for the good old days

Would wish to intertwine

With petals in the wind drifting astray

A girl in search of a long lost love

Still hoping for a spark in her young heart

Graciously singing silent notes to prove

Those petals in the wind grappling with songs never heard

When love dies and silence grows so profound

While the wind stop breathing

Will gather those in vain searching

To scatter and to find rest into the ground

Like petals spaced apart from the wind

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24 January 2013