Poems

POEMS ACROSTIC Energetic and fortitudinous most of the time Compliant to reasonable rules and regulations Lazy, passive and obstinate at times Upbeat and enthusiastic about works for the Lord

Dulce ALPHABET

Victims of War Lachrymal eyes and pale cheeks Maddening pangs of hunger Not a blanket can fight the biting cold Oppression and death everywhere Praying for the good days to come Quietly hoping for abundance and peace Reminiscing the days before the war Struggling for survival and prosperity Till the live once again Under a clear blue sky

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL

Dulce Loyal, Loquacious, Stalwart Sister of Mark Deo Who loves her family, movies and God Who feels indignant about disparity Who needs the Internet, music and books Who gives opinions, love and service Who fears enclosed spaces, roaches and snakes Who’d like to see England Who dreams of becoming a successful and respected individual A student of Geoffrey S. Marfa Dulce

BALLAD

JOYRIDE I was seated in the middle Of the jeepney going home Looking out the window to fiddle With time and let my mind roam Seated beside me are some friends I’ve known for quite a while But their travel now ends “Bye for now,” they said with a smile So I was left alone without much to do But to resume my aimless observation Of the places and people, and their activities too For something to divert my attention I have gone through the same streets for years now And the scenes I pass by are familiar to me Yet I noticed and was amazed by how In some way, they seem as new as can be A passenger got off the jeepney And in came another one The former has reached the end of his journey For the latter, his journey has just begun The people on the streets are forever there A few looking busy, while idle were some Others to the vehicles going by they stare Waiting for the right one to come I’ve witnessed these scenes last night And the many night before that Though I used to fine only boredom in these sights Tonight, it has fascinated be, I could blat This thought has made me believe That there is indeed more to life besides The great things that gladden and relieve Like simple and daily jeepney rides.

CINQUAIN

Elijah Faithful, Obedient Always prays ardently Zealous about doing good Prophet

COLOR

Red Red is the blood flowing through our veins Red is the sound of the ruckus laughter on the street at night Red is the smell of flowers early in the morning Red is the sweet blend of tomatoes and sugar in a spaghetti sauce Red is the anger within hearts at war Red is the eye of a man who had a sleepless night Red is the loud cry uttered by a madman Red is the nice-smelling viand cooking on the stove Red is the sting of a strong brandy on the tongue Red is the love we have for something we care for

DIAMANTE – Seatwork

Abundance Fruitful, Bountiful Nourishing, Fortifying, Satisfying Joy, Fullness, Hunger, Pain Maddening, Saddening, Tormenting Incomplete, Insufficient

Scarcity DIAMANTE – Assignment

Steel Durable, Strong Smiting, Gleaming, Empowering Metal, Sword, Mirror, Sand Beautifying, Protecting, Revealing Fragile, Transparent

Glass

EPITAPH Go tell the Filipinos that here lies One of their heroes who’ve heard their cries For equality, justice and peace And from oppression, a glorious release

HAIKU

COURAGE Oh how amazing No matter how high they leap Cats always land on their feet

I WISH POEMS I wish for good health for my family and friends I wish for peace especially in Mindanao I wish for better grades in my studies I wish for satisfactory performances for my choir groups I wish for more active participation and support in the Christian Youth Fellowship I wish for success in my church’s on-going projects I wish for the Philippine economy to flourish and be stable I wish for prosperity in the future I wish for God’s continual blessings and guidance

LIE POEM I am the newest model of Creamsilk Hair Conditioner Sporty is a word which can perfectly describe me My classmates and I always do our homework at home Physics is the easiest academic course for me “Honesty is the best policy” is my motto My family is not affected by the so-called economic crisis Movies and music are two things I hate most The MOA on Ancestral Domain is well-loved by everyone

LIMERICK

Old Kong’s Beard Up in the mountain lived old Kong Whose beard was so bushy and long That ants, bees and flies, Cockroaches and mice In the beard, all lived as a throng

MONSTER POEM

The Scared Scary Monster As I turn off the lights… I hear him The MONSTER He is moving with the wind He is wickedly chuckling I smell him The MONSTER He is stinking of foul rubbish He is reeking of fusty sweat I see him The MONSTER He is an image of devastation He is moving towards me I turn on the lights… I hear him, I smell him, I see him The MONSTER MY BROTHER Saying, Big Sister, can I stay with you tonight? I keep dreaming of monsters.

RHYMING – Couplet

INFLUENZA My knees go weak My mind becomes bleak I feel like I’m spinning I seem to be dreaming My breathing hardens My temperature heightens I see my eyes and nose become red I always want to be in bed Oh the world is truly blue When one catches the flu

RHYMING - Triplets

Lost Friendship We were friends of three We thought that we’d be Forever full of glee Then some guy came Handsome to any dame And was teeming with fame I loved him dearly But so did Shirley And so did Beverly We each fought for his attention And were rewarded by his affections But were all left for his new explorations Now gone are the guy and the times of yore The past has already closed its door Still, we three are friends no more

RHYMING – Quatrain

TO BE REMEMBERED Long after my last breath, I hope That people would remember my name Because I was happy and wasn’t a mope As I was playing life’s incessant game I pray that those who come behind me Find me steadfast, faithful and chaste To my God, to my friends and to my family So they’d see that in my days, I never made haste I guess I won’t say much about this For words are insufficient anyway Because all I’m trying to allege is I just wish I’d be remembered someday That is why I try to live in the best way For those whom I’ve written on my Love List So that when ‘m gone I’d still hear them say “Dulz, you are loved, remembered and missed.”

SONNET

MY FALSE BELIEF The days were too hot, the nights were too cold Seasons unnoticed simply came and went Joy and satisfaction were infrequent Problems and troubles were mirrored tenfold Nothing could quench the thirst that is inside It always seemed that something was missing There was always that feeling of longing Nobody was there to guard and guide The world never cares; it is too busy No one hears my cries; no one sees my tears No one tries to console me from my fears I thought the world had turned its back on me But the truth, at my face, was firmly hurled It was I who turned my back to the world.