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Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The Roaring Sound That Saved the World (Fiction Story for Children)


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                                    By: Gerd Altmann from Freiburg, Deutschland

The Roaring Sound That Saved the World (Fiction Story for Children)
By: Noel N. Villarosa
12 May 2015

As people go along with the ripple of life, they are unmindful of the effect of their activities. Time is getting short. Mother Nature is about to tremble herself once more. We are running out of natural resources. Is anyone thinking? Is anyone talking? Earth is passing periods of time and getting frail. The Hopi Indians knew many activities of humans that do harm to our earth; they knew that mining would create lopsidedness of mass and external forces from outside the earth will add effects to the rotation of the earth. They were also considering the risk of an asteroid hitting the earth. This was the very reason the Hopi Indians finally decided to find a team for research and monitoring the movement of the earth. They were experimenting on sound waves that could make a shift of the earth’s revolution just in case of a possible asteroid hitting the earth.

The Hopi Indians heard about the children with a strange roaring sound, and they could be found on the island of the Philippines. The Hopi Indians booked on the first flight in the morning, they traveled nine hours and have reached the province of Laguna. They were fascinated by the vastness of mountains and trees, they could feel the fresh breath coming out from the mountains, and they were sure that this place was just perfect for contemplating and searching for the gifted children.

One morning, when everything was bright and quiet, the Hopi’s sensitive ears just heard a supersonic sound from the sky, it sounded like two jets flying side by side, but the weird thing was that it was heard all over the world. They knew that this strange sound would someday be heard. Short in time, they started to look for the gifted children in Laguna.

The Hopi Indians were planning to build a big Artificial Omni-directional sound source in an Anechoic Chamber to absorb all reflections of sound or electromagnetic waves and be able to inject it into the deep planet’s crust to induce movement and be able to push earth revolution. The Hopi Indians calculated that another huge asteroid will crash on earth leaving big destruction and fatalities to human life. They were hoping that with this invention of collective roaring and other sound waves would create a push on the earth’s crust and be able to change the direction of the earth to avoid hitting by the asteroid.

As we know, that the center of the earth is a huge ball of liquid iron. It is always spinning and causes the earth to spin with it. According to a study that every few million/billion years, the iron core shifts its direction of spin. Earth has a magnetic field with North & South Poles. The axis of rotation is different from the magnetic poles. This difference creates a force for the earth to rotate on its axis. The Hopi Indians planned to inject the Artificial Omni and the Anechoic Chamber down to the earth’s crust.

The Hopi Indians did not waste any time and searched for the children with the loudest roaring. Along their way, one morning they heard a roaring sound coming directly from the small house covered by many plants, they saw one child chatting to his father on the computer, and they heard how he roared with so much force, and so much loud, they were sure about this roaring sound, and so they knocked on the door to see the child, and to their surprise, they have witnessed also the other five children doing the roaring sound, and created the loudest sound waves when measured in their decibel meter and amplitude. Now the Hopi Indians were hopeful to have found the six children that could help them complete their experiment.

With no time to waste, they hurried back into the laboratory bringing with them the six children. They set up the artificial Omni-directional sound, and the anechoic chamber to where the sound will be stored, and to be connected down the center of the earth’s crust. At the monitoring of their satellite sending image to the ground radar, it spotted an approaching asteroid--the Trojan asteroid which is sharing an orbit with the earth when suddenly has changed direction, and now a threat to collide with earth. The six children positioned themselves near the Artificial Omni-directional sound and “ROARED, ROARED, ROARED,” altogether shelving the loudest sound waves ever measured on earth; this sound wave was stored inside the Anechoic Chamber, and to be injected into the earth’s crust. When this Anechoic Chamber was injected into the deep earth’s crust, it wobbled the earth’s crust making it moved to the right side, this happened as the approaching Trojan asteroid had passed to where the earth was positioned, the earth moved to the right side, and avoided the hitting of Trojan asteroid. All were praying at that blood-curdling moment. The Hopi Indians were jumping for joy for the successful experiment, and just saved the world by using the roaring sound coming from the voice of Moira, Maia, Pio, Malka, JD, and Joakim. The Hopi Indians still kept the roaring sound of Moira, Maia, Pio, Malka, JD, and Joakim inside the Anechoic Chamber for future use when the earth will be in danger again. The six children went home with a smile on their face, proud to have just saved the world from near collision to an asteroid, happy they were and still doing the ROAR, ROAR, ROAR, sound. THE END.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Dance with My Wife on Her Birthday

Photo credit to:
Steve Buissinne



Dance with My Wife on Her Birthday
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 23, 2015


Never in our life
We found ourselves on the dance floor
They say in marriage, it takes two to tango
So we only dance to the routine of life

Never, we dance to the beat of our love song
We are separated by time and space
On the eve of your birthday, let’s have our virtual dance
Shall we dance El Bimbo, my first ever dance I knew

With you as my partner twiddling to the tune
Or may we swing dance to the tune of the VST & Co.’s song
To fix our webcam and play the music in YouTube
We will dance all night and fight shy of rejection

Sweet dancing could only be possible in cheek to cheek
I will try to imagine, I am cuddling you in my arms
Whispering sweet nothings, “I am yours forever”
“Happy Birthday, the night belongs to us alone”

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Sunday, April 19, 2015

My Son’s Birthday Memento

                                                 Pictured by: Maria Cecilia B. Villarosa



My Son’s Birthday Memento
By: Noel N. Villarosa
19 April 2015

At 1-year-old, you received your first party
First birthday cake, gorgeous and fancy
My first ever speech to the crowd
Proud as a father, I avowed

At 2 years old, with chubby cheeks
Full of motion of hands and feet
Gathered around, relatives and friends
Cheers and greetings in full length

Sickly but trying to be happy at age 3
Your condition, we lifted up to God as a plea
So much to be thankful to have you in our life
Cheering you as the capable type

Playful kid at age 4
Fond of magic, I began to explore
Magic tricks to show and made you wonder
At the end of my show, revealed the trick’s pointer

At age five, you are lively, breathtaking chasing as you run
The hide and seek game has been so much fun
An avid fan of robots, a transformer is what you like
Wandering around the park, you pedaled a bike

My little buddy, you were amazing at age 6
Read books about animals and situation problem you fixed
Asking questions was your way to communicate
I am learning and still searching just to relate

Made stories for you and your cousins at age 7
Even I don’t have training in writing, it enlightened
Creating stories where you and your cousins are heroes
It never fails to entertain, riding your dreams wherever it goes

Happy birthday, now at 8 years old
Wobbly upper teeth had been pulled
Changes take place anytime as you grow
Prepare a wish that candles are to blow

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Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Sky is Blue

                                          Pio Noel out in blue sky playing soccer game
                                          Photo by: Maria Cecilia B. Villarosa

The first ever poem written by my son Pio Noel B. Villarosa, I am a proud father posting this poem here in my blog. Thank you for reading.



The Sky is Blue
By: Pio Noel B. Villarosa
April 4, 2015


The sky is blue, blue, blue
What will happen next, I don't know
If it breaths in something blue or eats the planets
One thing to protect me from the cold winter is my blanket

I played with my spaceship toy in bed, I have played it all
Turning around in outer space like a ball
My sister has a doll
Turn their world full of excitement
Until their mother called




Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Birthday Poem for Mother Leonora

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                               Photo Credit to: DWilliams

Birthday Poem for Mother Leonora
By: Noel N. Villarosa
8 April 2015

For only now I understand
The meaning of endurance
For the gravity that you held so grand
I would this day take as compliance

Though I would like to see you
As still young and vibrant
A prayer of another birthday to come through
Your glowing presence is my ritual chant

For all the love and sacrifice
I cannot repay, my life is my indebtedness
For a wonderful lady, there is so much to rejoice
Starting a life with you in the constancy and absoluteness

I am longing for your embrace
I am still the child by your side
Looking every cloth you crocheted, it was time you outfaced
Your sweat of hard work has made great strides

Today is your birthday
Happy Birthday, Mama Leonora
Wishing you a bright, blessed 75th birthday
We love you, our Señora

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Sleepless Night



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Tanka Poetry Form Definition: A Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the others seven. In Japanese, tanka is often written in one straight line, but in English and other languages, we usually divide the lines into the five syllabic units: 5-7-5-7-7.


Sleepless Night
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 1, 2015

Bedtime rituals
To have a good night’s sound sleep
Turn off light, no tea
Goes early into the bed
Busted by a roommate’s noise

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Monday, March 30, 2015

SAGGING DREAMS



Photo Credit to: Gerd Altmann


Sagging Dreams
By: Noel N. Villarosa
March 30, 2015



Blown into tiny smithereens
Festooned with velvet drapes
A nightly dream, what could it mean
Holding the fast escape


Waiting to meet another sun
Dreams lined up the clothesline
Sagging to revive unread plan
Let free my confined mind


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Date: March 30, 2015

Saturday, March 28, 2015

HOWLING AT THE MOON



 Photo Credit to: Patrice_Audet




Howling At The Moon
By: Noel N. Villarosa
27 March 2015



I am a wolf lover
I am simply an observer from afar
I looked up at the moon
Imagining your howling to keep me attuned


Moon is your vision in howling message
Vikings always wore your skin at winter’s rage
Blood was taken to compensate lost courage in the battle
They see you as companion spirit to set on another travel


Watching your blue eyes at birth, turning yellow
By the time you turn older, we’ll hear a loud bellow
Your desire to reunite with your blood brothers
All gray wolves and the red wolves smother an affair


Gather all alpha male and female
To produce the strongest cubs and care
A career in hunting intensified by watching
Learning to form a polygon, each is participating


Many rulers fascinated to mean their names with yours
Some noble personality hunts you down for your shaggy fur
Using wolfhound to outrun and hunt your brothers
As they respond to human howls are then put to danger


Clearing my mind of any last wolves ever killed
Keep on howling and make us beguiled
Unwanted occupants warned away from trying to intrude
Protecting each other and your brood


I am only a follower for whatever is your knowing
I regret any anarchic killing
For I believed slain wolves’ brothers would revenge
I am to this day will help to make a change


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