Where the Wind Blows

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Where the Wind Blows
 (Rhyme Form)
By: Noel N. Villarosa

As the wind blows unannounced

Rising up one soul from his lowness

As it howls, journey commenced

Most likely to ponder over his cumbersome blindness

Spent his childhood days in a mountainous place

Facing a vast expanse of seawater

Sandy beach and rocky shoreline to showcase

Old folks were a farmer and boat-builder

Picturesque at almost every turn, only for their eyes

A blind man could not see but a gentle breeze tells it all

As the breeze was cooled by the lake is what it implies

as the wind blows is his device to know what would befall

The rushing of wind would mean a gusty storm

In no time his place be battered by typhoons

Hearing waves undulate liberally, his mind conforms

With the wind tempting to harness his fiddle to attune

When it all calms down, fallen leaves on the ground

Sea froth bubbling after lapping waves

Zephyr comes around to soothe the weariness

As life lurks in out of the blue to cast around

He wishes to know and to see

Through where the wind blows

And ends up hating the humidity

Always wanted someone breathing so close

15th place winner in Where The Wind Blows Contest
Sponsored by: Gail Angel Doyle

Contest Judged: 6/4/2013

Posted: www.poetrysoup.com

20 May 2013

Typewriter

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Typewriter

By: Noel N. Villarosa

A fresh college graduate looking for a job

To undergo trials one of which is the typing test

Handed over a text passage to pound on the keypad

Typing 40 to 50 words per minute, I needed to press

Facing a manual typewriter, rested fingers to home keys

Try to feel the small bumps on the F and J keys

Now confident, curled fingers to position strategically

Hoping to type the text reflexively

Altering the upper and lower case, pinky fingers strike shift keys

Reaching the number keys on upper level makes it fiddly

Pressing the keys very hard to swing the type-bar up

The carriage travels to the far right sluggishly

Leaving an imprint of the characters

I was whisked away by my disappointment

Never repeat same fate in front of a manual typewriter

The rhythm goes with each keystroke adapting to its component

The next day I saw a Remington typewriter

So old that typebars entangled so often

Curious to type words, always an attempter

At its clickety-clack sound, a relic of a bygone age

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15 May 2013

A MOTHER'S FACE

                                       

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A Mother’s Face

(Sonnet Form)

By: Noel N. Villarosa

A mother’s face you rarely touch and kiss

You go on with life without retrospect

Mother waits longer but with finesse

Many flowers withered from willful neglect

A short respite giving fresh breath inside her womb

Empowering new life without remorse

Her presence helped you strive with aplomb

With your mother, you’ll be on the right course

Such a lovely face you cannot assess

A portrait to paint with high pixels of respect

Her smile that relieves all your stress

Today is Mother’s Day and try to recollect

Now her face wrinkled but beyond compare

Like heavenly bodies with unique flare

4th Place Winner in Mother & Precious Poems Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A
Posted in Poetrysoup.com
12 May 2013