What If

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What If

By: Noel N. Villarosa

May 24, 2016

My mind stormed with “what ifs”

Clueless about shifting ends will be right

Almost words are pell-mell on the cliff

I am hoping to find real delights

What if there are no funny movies?

Leaving many faces too serious for nothing

Our character will not tell a joke and turns ugly

Our time is better written with distinct meaning

What if I could write my younger self?

Will I transgress God’s will?

Or a timely edification of himself

Would rightly fit over frills

What if this is my last day on earth?

Will my wish be granted, while it fits desirable?

Will my wish to remain as a kid will not bring forth?

To places and events where pains are incurable

What if there are no more bad people?

Who would people turn to in order to blame

The righteous are widespread, leaving life favorable

Negativity will no longer rob our children’s fame

Imagining things out of context

What if there are new ways of transportation?

A teleporter would show its greatest effects

Strangers be deployed on chosen destination

Invulnerable if we treat our imagination

Vanishing reality into a divine foreseeing

Aroma of life instilling finest inspiration

What’s up ahead is our take as a human being

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A Son's Birthday Poem for his Mother (A nine year old son's poem for his mother)

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A Son's Birthday Poem for His Mother
By: Pio Noel B. Villarosa (9 years old)

If there's one person to greet today
She is no other than my mother
She always leads me to better ways
And she loves my father

My first way to poetry
My father always helped me
And my mother taught me
To be awesome, competitive, as I can be

Happy birthday nanay
May you find joy
When reading this poem
Your voice is my tender love song

A Father’s Special Day in Heaven

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A Father’s Special Day in Heaven

By: Noel N. Villarosa

April 4, 2016

I don’t know if birthday is remembered

In heaven where happiness is sublime

Maybe a glance of memories on your April

Back to the road of life, no longer holds time

If ever you’d be here just for a while

I’ll bring back your memories in your hometown

For old times’ sake to sing and reconcile

To hug relatives and old friends that come around

Crumbled dream of luxurious time on earth

I dreamed of a day, you be allowed to visit

Meet your grandchildren to elevate your mirth

And have that smile fixed with your apparent spirit

I’ll take your hands to meet your loving wife

Waiting for a dance to the tune of your love song

Her touch, expecting your soul incarnates into life

Your sojourn on earth is personal for me and God alone

There were moments in my most solitude times

I am grasping to the memories you left behind

When rain comes on a synchronized rhyme

I am dreaming that you run shelter in my mind

Today we’ll celebrate your 90^th birthday

We will wait for your visit in any kind

Or whisper your words in the wind and say

I am having a special day here in heaven’s confine

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To Stand By You

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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

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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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Nine Wishes – Poem for my son

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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

What Christmas Means to Me

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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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My Diary of a Butterfly

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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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