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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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