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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

To Stand By You



To Stand By You
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 23, 2016


Thanks for your eyes
As those see my imperfection
Cherished your heart that apprised
What to welcome and for rejection

For your voice that reminds
I am at fault, need to talk
Acceptance means a lot to define
Timeless melody our hearts tracked

As we hold hands in the garden maze
We have time to explore in the prime of life
The challenge is real and we will not be fazed
I took strength with a lovely wife

This day holds something to remember
Even far apart, message sent from my heart
Time escapes as daffodils grow in April
Happy birthday, another hope to start


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A Mother - My Wings to Fly


A Mother - My Wings to Fly
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 8, 2016

Devoted is the word to describe
For a mother that occurred in my life
Your thoughts and feelings are transcribed
Many times you hurdled in life’s strife

You made yourself least priority
A selfless person is what endeared you
Until now, you still cared for us warily
The life we had was the dream you drew

They brought fame, you gave us God
In the most trying times, we have an answer
Your teenage picture, tainted by old age
A picture that needs to handle with care

You are our prized possession
I have saved this special day for a special person
You tightly held the rope of life on perfection
In going uphill, you laid a proofed against all seasons

You held my hands in many adventures
From sadness to laughter-filled ride
From darkness to simple pleasures
I just made it to the other side

It is your birthday and we’ll never get tired
Of bringing back the love that you offer
Framed moments of yesteryears inspired
It brings our family closer together

Great gray hairs emphasized your rich time
Once a lively skin turned wrinkled
Nights unfolded, you are past your prime
Today is special for the first light ever kindled



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Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Nine Wishes – Poem for my son

                                                Photo credit: Maria Cecilia B. Villarosa

Nine Wishes – Poem for my son
By: Noel N. Villarosa
April 19, 2016


You are our liberator
For seven years confined
Searching for a love connector
You complete our lives, true hearts bind

All nine yards of happiness
Send it far up to nine planets
In scoreless game, evoking wittiness
On cloud nine, all in a bucket

Turning 9 years old is great
What have you made in your wish list?
Special nine wishes, genie can relate
I am out of the bottle; all I need is a kiss

Choose with care
And to choose the important one
Don’t turn 9 upside down on the square
Feeling old, do again your childish run

Nice, imaginative, nascent, eligible
Evidence to be special and be loved
Last single-digit birthday is appreciable
You’re fast growing up, it justly proved

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)

                        Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/en/glass-ball-mirroring-739527/

                             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)

                Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/en/fog-autumn-nature-man-human-267978/
                                     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.