Eclipse Of The Soul

28 October 2009
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Plants harmonize to the sun to bring life aglow
And to rest at the night’s luminary
The sea is waiting for the wind to blow
And serve as a cradle for fish hatchery

And mankind, on the hustle and bustle of each day
Gyrate on a merry-go-round, so tedious
Withal, a wishy-washy self
And a thrall of his own fear
Thither that place called ‘hades’
And in his dream the edelweiss and wisteria
Go down to ecocide
The fierce billow has taken many billets-doux
Into a forlorn land
Pensive for a homing pigeon to carry his thought to God
That once awaken, a harmonica is playing
And a new paradise for dwelling
Many at threescore are not contented
And praying for a longer life
But many committed blasphemy so umpteen
And now yelling for the forgiveness of sin
And the fracas he brought to nature

Now mankind is waiting for the great covenant
For the realization of life, truth, and love as above all
And the destruction of sin, sickness, and death
Before he sees the complete eclipse of his soul.

Posted in: Voicesnet.com on 28 October 2009
Poetrysoup.com on 23 May 2010

A Perfect Company

23 May 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa

They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as their wand
They dominate while sitting idly

Been tasked in carrying coals to Newcastle
Never saw them as cool as a cucumber
The atmosphere of the office is in a chronical hassle
Mobility and formative years, they are there to encumber

World-weary, so he indulged into stargazing
That he was working in a peculiar place
Where people work with eternal bliss
Where no one to make shudder and no egotist displaying

Everyone is happy to comply with buoyant spirits
You feel as no stranger but as a longtime friend
Where giving recognition and importance have no limits
Different origins and cultures do blend

There were no rush works and pressures
No deadline to meet and sanction
All work harmoniously with pleasures
And get involved in another function

They were wearing a white uniform
No shoes, all are barefooted
No pains to bear and no hurting words thrown
A feeling of living in your own homestead

The place is boundless in its beauty
Where children play with other creatures
No darkness, only eternal light and free from enmity
That you can rest in the placidity of its seashore

Then a meeting was called and everyone gathered in the garden
He was introduced by the man sitting on the throne
He saw the man’s face as magnanimous, charmingly simple and serene
A soothing voice and said, my son, there is no contract signing that you can hold your own
Only love will bind us as one.


Posted in: voicesnet.com poetry site on 4 January 2010 and poetrysoup.com on 23 May 2010.

Father and Son

17 March 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa
(Quatrain Form)

--Mirrored Refrain--
--xaBA xbAB xaBA xbAB xaBA xbA--


Fare thee well, to humbly exist and live for my son
If he feels blue, I’ll be his clown
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best

Mother having the hand that rocks the cradle
Father as a pillar of the home
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy

I’ll choose clothes that fit him
Among the choices to pare down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best

Accompanying him for his first haircut with the barber
And buying for his first pocket comb
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy

Accompany him to every breathtaking ride
Share the quiver and embrace to cool down
Everything will be fine and dandy
As a father knows best

Learn the ropes and lend an ear
For life is the epitome of adventuresome
As a father knows best
Everything will be fine and dandy.

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On Christmas Eve

23 December 2009
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Silence occupied the room for so long
No signs of a visitor to step on coming
Trying to entertain himself in craving
Of bygones and the future just like a throng

Shebang of party for a corporation
Another shanty is built for the hapless and poor
To prance inside malls to buy gifts and liquors
Some lull their little ones and enjoy the sound of the nearby occasion

Where some folks went house to house to go caroling
Street children do their own charm to get the pay of their talents
As the street, they considered as their home from abandonment
A strain to other’s eyes but to God’s eyes they are for caring

Some are excited to receive new things from exchange gift
While others jazz up old belongings to make it looks like new
A mother holding her baby in her arms was cooing softly while lying askew
In the muteness of the night, they both fell asleep and had gone adrift

Into a socialite community a lavish buffet, at which guests help themselves
In the remote area's scarcity of food, at which family members do share equally
With their flickering gas lamp, spend the night hanging around the house lackadaisically
While others are enjoying the spectacle of the brightness of Christmas tree at twelve

The whole night of Christmas Eve was splendid to view
Alive and zest for a family with wealth
The whole night of Christmas Eve that has dwelt
For the poor is a house frame suffused with a cold dew

A portrait of the Holy Family on the first Christmas Eve
Within that stable, baby Jesus was lying in a manger
A message of love, joy, and peace be extended to every stranger
On Christmas Eve, Jesus will visit every home and this is to believe.

Posted in: Voicesnet.com

Icy Carpet

27 February 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa
(Haiku Form)

Frozen waterfall
Weaving naked rocky hills
Roots grappled firmly

5th Place to Raul Moreno's Icy Cascade Contest
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Child's Cry

5/10/2009
By: Noel N. Villarosa
(Haiku Form)

Listen to child’s cry
A calling for caressing
A daily bonding

Posted in: Voicesnet.com
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Glutinous Rice Cake

28 March 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa
(Rhyme Form)

Just perfect to prepare on special occasion
Where bonding represents this kind of dessert
A tradition that passed through generation
Cooking this food is always a pert

Experienced to cook a mawkish sticky rice
Wherein body language is in rhythm with stirring
Endure the hardship of stirring using ladle as device
Each family member in alternately stirring to add a zing

Cook sticky rice with the pandan leaves
Mixing coconut milk and brown sugar in a hot caldron
Stir the mixture of rice and coconut milk until it cleave
Share eating sticky rice cake with the family with blessing the whole year round.

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Evening Panorama

06 March 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa



When the moon is intransigent to a gloomy cloud
Stars filching to stare the horizon
Sparkling luster luring across the sea
Lunged me to stroll along the seashore

Hear the wave’s commotion
Offshore to see slowly vanishing lamp light from a fisherman’s boat
Some nocturnal species tending to be gregarious
Envy of a fishwife for darkness captured her fisherman’s heart

Beside me is an old lighthouse
Pirouetting the pulchritude of the sea
Luminous as a pathfinder for mariners
Showing panorama for such piscatorial area

World-weary, I indulged into stargazing
Starry-eyed that evening to the starlight
The visage of a departed loved ones
I yielded to cease being awake to the whooshing sea waves.


Honorable Mention in Laura McKenzie’s Beyond Nightfall Contest (3/20/2010)
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