My Son’s Birthday Memento

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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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The Sky is Blue

                                          Pio Noel out in blue sky playing soccer game
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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

Birthday Poem for Mother Leonora

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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 75^th 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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SAGGING DREAMS

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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

HOWLING AT THE MOON

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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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THE WILD KRATTS KIDS

THE WILD KRATTS KIDS

By: Noel N. Villarosa

19 November 2014

OH, WOH, OH, OH, WOH, OH, OH, WOH, OH

Turning on the TV

Wonders how they do it

Why they need to flee

Is a matter you know your mother wit

When the world is calm

Somewhere out there needs your help

Who could hear them, and make becalm

Someone watched them like a wolf’s whelp

They are brothers to save wild fauna

With their special creature power suits

Gaining animal powers, saving them from trauma

Transport them in a specific route

Helping rebuild habitat’s life chain

Pio as Chris, Malka as Aviva

JD as Martin, Joakim as Gavin

Teamwork with a brilliant idea

Dolphin’s dive, frogfish’s camouflage

It feels great with these powers

With the strength of rhino charge

Basilisk lizard walking on water

Here come the wild kratts kids

Here come the wild kratts kids

Here come the wild kratts kids

OH, WOH, OH, OH, WOH, OH, OH, WOH, OH

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MY ROARING T-REX

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MY ROARING T-REX

By: Noel N. Villarosa

A vicious angry growl

The pounding of feet on the ground

The sound of munching but in scowl

Looking for bigger bite and cast around

Hiding for awhile and suddenly showed

In the webcam, he grinned broadly

Making way to show his world

Just for playful fun and talk fondly

Come out, come out my roaring t-rex

Come out, come out show me your reflex

I am in the mood to run and be chased

And caught in my little son’s embraced

You are my roaring t-rex in the chat room

Roaring is your way to make me smile

It’s always perfect and laughter in boom

A moment I would always want to reconcile

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31 October 2014