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Jabberwacky

I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!

He has no wicked claws or eyes with flame
to match those of the manxome Jabberwock.
But just beware his jaws. Although he’s tame,
he can’t be stopped once he begins to talk!

I vouch that he can jabber endlessly
and have me at the end of my short rope.
My ears just might fall off one day, for he
gyres gibberish just like a gyroscope.

I dub my beamish grandson “Jabberwack”
for how he acts and how he loves to yak!


For Debbie Guzzi's "Go Ask Alice" Contest


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STILL THE WORST JOB EVER

       Still the Worst Job Ever


How do I hold thee, let me count the ways.
I hold thee trembling, beneath kitchen sinks
crouched in the darkness of the brightest days
guiding thy beam as his patience shrinks.

I hold thee dulled by lightning’s fearsome flash
shakily awaiting  unseen anger
tortured by the inevitable crash
intrigued by the neediness of danger.

I hold thee wide eyed in dirt-floored cellar 
your flame slow flickering on edge of sight
dimming through the range of yellowed color
draining the darkness from a darkened night.

I hold thee, for my brothers all have fled
I hold thee, not knowing what they dread.



11/13/2014
Submitted for - Sara Kendrick -  Jobs – Poetry Contest


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Teenage Blues

My whinny,crabby, hungry teen
Your stinky,spoiled and quite mean
You want, you need, you have to have
The latest,newest, modern fad

Your greasy, grimy, hands smear
My wall, light switches, and the mirror
Empty snack bags,with sweet and sour
Create tall,extensive buildings that tower

Your messy,your dirty,in need of a shower
Please make it quick,not loiter an hour
Your smelly,nasty, disgusting shoes
Are slowly  poisoning every room

Even with big mouth,rolling eyes and sighs
I would not trade you, I surmise


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A Boys First Car

Cruising down the road
Wind blowing his hair
A smile on his face
Not an ounce of fear

No more asking dad
Can I use your car
No more asking mom
Can I go so far

He got his first car
A grin ear to ear
Can leave if he wants
He could disappear

His dad had a plan
A boy's now a man


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The Man in the Middle

 
Our love had been built on a firm foundation
Trust, compassion and fidelity as well
I thought there’d be no cause for consternation
We thrived for a time in a magical spell
He was my white knight and I remained his belle
Never a doubt, certainly no confusion
Any misgivings his blue eyes would dispel
But moving in marked the end of illusion

~~~~~~~~~ Volta ~~~~~~~~~~
 
His son emerged from video seclusion
This twenty-year-old had never worked a day
He found my presence to be an intrusion
He flung jabs in attempts to drive me away
 
Thought we had it all, but his son was the boss
Now I’m struggling to recover from this loss


*Entry for Dr. Ram's Spenserian Sonnet contest



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For My Son

What dream possesses and stays your weary heart,
with nagging persistence, that divining rod?
What constellation sets that heavenly chart?
God gives to each soul a healthy seed planted
down deep in heart's fertile soil, fertile sod.
Don't be lazy, don't take your dreams for granted.

It's your garden to till, where no one impairs,
no one can hinder the plan God has for you;
only yourself, so release the doubts, the cares.
Brought to this moment with your talents to use,
You've learned all that you need, by now it's old shoe,
the dream seed must open and blossom profuse.

What dream possesses and stays your weary heart?
It's your garden to till, where no one impairs.


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Grandpa

(based on a picture)

Two metal figures rest on his desk--
A slender black crane and skinny black dog.
For years they have rested there standing on edge
As reminders and guardians of a darker past.

But these things are unknown to the boy;
The grandson who sits on his grandfather's lap.
He reaches for the figures that look like toys;
Like innocent igures meant for his pleasure.

Caught up in the moment, the grandpa relents;
He gives up his memories, gives up the grief
That have been with him as long as these figures
And he watches young hands handle the "toys".

He reflects while watching, his slight smile grim
That recycled gunmetal was used to make them.


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Infinity and beyond

Deserve the world my child,my son
If I could give, with heart I'd run
Pray instead, I must for you
Placed many tools to get you through
Life ahead unknown my son

So much I wish, your dreams ignite
Strive for all, please shine that light
Become the man I know you'll be 
But please for you and not just me
Dig deep inside with every might

Strive for all thats due, you'll see
Deserving much from world, not me
Kindness, compassion, intelligence too
Owning these gifts, build confidence in you
By example, trust, live life for thee

Accept these words I give from me
My child, a man will come to be




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Birthday Sonnet For My Son

What is it like to be my little hero?
A morning chat would mean great adventure
A ride with your imaginary aero
Would fly us to places never gone before

Inside your world, we made things possible
We are both so strong to save the world
With unique powers, you are unstoppable
Put an end to villains with your mighty hurled

Within you, I see my own reflection
Full of imagination and a dreamer
Someday your dream would have a clear perception
What best for you, I would be your defender

Every day is like a blink of an eye
At 7 years old, time hastily flies



Noel N. Villarosa
19 April 2014


Posted also in: www.pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com


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''Who doubts the tender love of a Parent''

Who doubts the tender love of a Parent
(whose love is here and present to the end
for showing and for giving to attend
to ev'ry son's and daughter's contentment)?
Parents love when one's loved by no other;
it is a truth of nature to commend,
a law that one cannot break or transcend:
a tenet of life unlike another.
Out of tender love, Parents pray away
the evils in their children's paths all day long 
that they walk in the straight and narrow way,
and then grow wise and may know right from wrong.
      A Parent's love's by far a greater love,
      a child's right that no one can remove.







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Simple Recipe

Not a true Sonnet:  Poetry Form: Sonakit

I'm ripped to pieces like the creature flung,
torn down by claws of hunger driven bear
who stalks the night. She kills to feed her young
on wooded paths which deer and humans share.

I cannot watch this on TV.
I leave the room, avoid the kill.

My days are sliced in minor slots of time,
each one consumed by scheduled task of rote.
The weight of duty hammers like this rhyme,
and yet, success defines my morning coat.

"It's the natural food chain, Grandma,"
this from Grandson number one.

We dare not waste the time we own with slack
and drag through space as aimless torpid slugs.
Our life demands we work and transfer back
the sum of weal with which we've filled our jugs.

His dad and grandpa love to hunt for game;
in this he sees the natural order of life.

Result arrayed from labor spent allay
fatigue from struggle's bent to win the day.


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Recycled Again

 (A Blank Verse Sonnet)

The couch, a central theme in room's décor
of hunter green, sky blue and dusty mauve,
served well for years as extra bed for guests,
a restful place for favored pet to nap, 

and seat where Grandkids loved to watch cartoons.
Though loath to part with such a gem, we gave
the couch a home in daughter's basement den,
until son's wife gave notice of divorce

and he was forced to find a new abode.
He shopped and found the perfect couch and chair
but finance rate has caused him to desist.

Although the condo's empty rooms brought gloom
he put his dreams on hold, agreed to wait,
then claimed the sturdy couch to serve once more.


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Driving Lessons

Mother and son, a moment in time,
One wants to live, the other to drive.
First of firsts, young son at her wheel,
Both on a journey, spanning their lives.

Indian summer, bluebonnet skies,
Escaping together into painted fields.
One from the cage with its rigid design,
And one from the sadness that family yields.

Exhilaration, he drives through his fears,
Faster and faster, wheels hum and glide.
Silent emotion, she tempers her tears,
Out on the highway they sit side by side.

All those years later, with memory pure,
His son sits beside him, steady and sure.


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Jesus Christ' Parable -The Prodigal Son


Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
LK 15:11-32

Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.' 

So the father divided the property between them. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation. 

When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need. 

Coming to his senses he thought, 'How many of my father's hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger. 

I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers."' 

So he got up and went back to his father. 

While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. 

He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him; His son said to him, 
'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son. 

But his father ordered his servants, 'Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet...

Then let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.' Then the celebration began. 

Now the older son had been out in the field and, on his way back, as he neared the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him. 

He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours; but now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" (Taken from LK 15:11-14, 17-25, 28, 31-32)


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To Oscar on His 9th Birthday

Mine are the firstfruits out of clay and dust
  That to one patient in hope bear reward:
A boy whose reason is kindly and just,
  And who, well affectioned, is well adored!
Do that the burdened profit by your hand -
  If trespass you must, so do in selfhood:
Recompense good for good - in truth upstand,
  And purpose yourself that others so would.
Therefore be not wise in your own conceits
  Nor debtor to love and unrighteous breadth:
Walk safely in the world in all your feats
  Lest it suffer me and quicken my death.
Make your way like Him ragged and unshod,
And bend your knee unto no-one but God.


March 2009


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Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's L'Enfant moi by T Wignesan

Me the infant, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s L’Enfant moi by T. Wignesan

The infant a stranger to me who grew up poet
You whom he missed even in his sleep
He who had to disinter himself upon waking
Every day in his quest with increasing effort

He who had not known your breast nor lap
Manically he sought your odour in bed clothes
Sniffed under the covers your sphinge haïr
And searched every bush for your mystic antrum

In vain forgot blackness of breasts in death
More avidly survives the memory of your milk
Longer I live more the haunting infant pleases me
When the eternel Night projects her by the threshold

At death the infant’s visited by the maternal shadow
Dissociated as two blue perfect globular moons

Note : Original rhyme schème of sonnet : 
      abba cddc effe gh)

( from Sophia, O.C. t. II, p. 348) 
© T. Wignesan – Paris, October 15, 2014


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To Oscar on His 14th Birthday

By the grace given me one year older
  Great is the bearer of my salvation;
And I, father, keeper, and upholder,
  Glory in the sum of my creation!
Follow your heart and speak its depth and scope,
  And let not dreams be spoken of as fear.
Remember to remain joyful in hope,
  Patient in affliction, faithful in prayer!
Do not spoil or vex but contrary do
  When this world means to oppose or revenge;
Be steadfast in what you know to be true
  And forsake what is not yours to avenge.
To you ascribed are the fortunes of youth -
Its virtual love and virtual truth.




March 2014


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Foreign War

I know my son was inside with their dogs
And women dressed in uniforms who held
Their sharpened knives and made my son undress.
This is the way Americans fight war.

Confusing thoughts enter my mind
Combined with anger, sadness. ****.
The Lord, is my child to die?
If it is your will, please end him.

How could the Lord let this happen?
My sweet poor boy and his humility
He is nothing but a toy to women.
This is the way Americans fight war.

My family weeps for my son.
My country prays for their own sons.

-Caroline Youngless


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Changing of the Guard

'Twas early spring in my thirty-ninth year
   When that which I covet most brought new lease:
 And on my first watch would elated stare
   Upon worshipped eyes shut in newborn peace.
 Thirty-nine years before first gazed my own -
   My tiny hands clutched in my father's palms:
 O but that love was hidden and not shown,
   And thus I shall spare you no such alarms!
 In your helpless lay - in first sleep of babes,
   The future becomes yours, and now I trust
 I will see your own before my life trades -
   And remember to wait if wait I must.
 When I look at you looking back at me
 I see an avatar of God's glory.


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For Oscar!


July 2004


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To Oscar on His 6th Birthday

It is no small mercy, no small ransom,
  No trifling importance favoured on me:
You are a child in time whose time has come,
  And I love you, Little Man, desperately!
For I am cheerful in hope and all things
  That the bright stars are yours to noble aim,
And guide you to the Valley of the Kings
  Or ghost ship treasure on the Spanish Main.
Let adventure and crossing fill your days
  And may God watch over you to your grave!
So learn well beginning in youthful gaze
  That time is your master and not your slave.
You are to me by a nature so great
Living proof good things come to those who wait.



March 2006


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Comes a Time

 Comes a time when the strength is not to fight,
   And forgiveness not for saints and martyrs:
 When the soil grown sour and the vine in blight
   Reap the fruit of the Sins of the Fathers!
 Comes a breath that enters but does not leave
   When all that remains is a beggar's pride:
 'Tis then he that gives will richly receive,
   And he that stumbles will suffer his chide.
 Comes a reckoning the bells do carry -
   A great heralding too loud to ignore,
 For in its virtue not wont to tarry
   It tolls for the man of steel - not of straw!
 Comes a peace when all steadfastness is done
 And all is right between Father and Son.



October 2007


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To Oscar on His 5th Birthday

When only in my state of thanksgiving
  I count riches and all avail it brings;
I am imbued of great joy reliving
  And I am wiser to wonderful things.
Memento Mori and Carpe Diem!
  There is much to see and much to begin,
So live well and long that in years to come
  You not look back and muse what might have been!
Now if from your helping cause I abstain,
  Or when in lonesome brooding I am sad
In futile excess, I'll beg once again
  To hear you curing say "I love you dad!"
Oh wife and child it's you and only you
That makes me love and do the things I do.


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Memento Mori is Latin for "remember you are mortal"
Carpe Diem is Latin for "seize the day"

March 2005


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Would the Memories Devour Her?

Would the Memories Devour Her?

Sarah Jean sat slumped in the old black chair 
She could only muster a cold blank stare
Since the death of her son she didn’t care
Memories assaulted her-“Unfair!”
To take her youngest son and leave her here
She flinched at the thought of him leaving home
He dribbled the ball, spun, snatched the keys from the hook 
His golden grilled smile would be her last look
Lawrence leaped before her like a hologram
She could hear his voice playful even with a demand
“T’ Lady this just is not what we do
You taught me life was for living
Now you’re claiming that your life is through”
“Call me Mama, boy” she scolded “or I’m going to get you!” 

Rhea Dear


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The Great Light

The sunrise in dullness lies on eastern horizon
Nothing spectacular about the sky
A little time before duties have begun
Small amount of  space to think about why

To think about the coming son who will
Set this captive free from the chains of sin
A little color on horizon still
No longer dull but some purple_apricot begin

Brillant apricot at fireball's center
My window boxes need watering now
Some of the plants wilting has occured
Sun now is up gold light filters through boughs.

The sun has revealed fog that was hidden
Thank you God for great light by son given...


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To Oscar on His 2nd Birthday

Hark! Out of the mouth of babes echoes "Car!"
  And points he the bended finger waving:
In my close held orbit his rising star
  Shines in playful hugs and smooches craving!
Wise an old head on little shoulders sit -
  That likeness of face, O that heart of song:
The torch of wonder in a child's mind lit,
  I see it all and know that you belong.
That first smile, first speak, first kiss bestowing,
  Makes able what was aforetime estranged:
I am now that strength which comes from knowing
  How you were begotten and I was changed.
My darling boy two years a gentle soul,
Always know how much I love and extol.



March 2002


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To Oscar on His 13th Birthday

Swift the Running Fox - straight his arrowhead:
  O you weaver, you spinner, you hatcher,
And long his hair the eagle feathers spread
  In the sleep shadow of the dreamcatcher!
My boy the windtalker, the hunter brave,
  In buffalo horn and porcupine quills...
A ghost of the warrior in the grave
  Whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills:
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire,
  A child of the Great Spirit in the sky!
Like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
  Chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark - the sacred tree,
And your love is big medicine to me.





March 2013


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To Oscar on His 8th Birthday

Far you have come and magnified and shown
  That love is the opiate of the soul,
And much I have loved and much you have grown
  In the anthology of years eightfold.
Be not a hero, nor fool in the throng,
  And owe not any man nor him begrudge;
Do right, even in the tumult of wrong,
  And let the haughty over this world judge!
If one truth is mine to tell let it be
  That no father ever loved his son more;
Thus do I with the fondest frequency
  Affectionately hold and gaze in awe.
Behold! I see a lamb with a lion's heart -
I see my whole, and you its greatest part.




March 2008


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To Oscar on His 1st Birthday

By the raised light of Thor at rainbow's end,
  On first calendar moons of Mars - a son
Born of this earth and time, and I portend
  A new age of blessing is now begun!
From first kicks in utero to gorged teat...
  The nuance of Joy! Love! And Piety!
So begins uncertain and incomplete
  Till miraculous days for all to see.
O babe in arms - beautiful child: my vow
  Is to mind and hold, to acquaintance seek:
To feel soft against mine your heart and brow,
  And kiss those sleepy lids and milky cheek.
So hearken, when tiny almond eyes peep,
Papa's birthday vows: - vows I mean to keep.


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Thor - the Norse god of thunder from which 
          Thursday is derived.
Mars - the Roman god of war after which the 
          month of March is named.

                
March 2001


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To Oscar on His 10th Birthday

Child of sun and light - child of isle and sea,
  The moon and stars to my earthly travail:
His the love - not yet guile, not vainglory,
  His the power to shine, to triumph, to fail.
He whose armour of faith girds nakedness,
  Who must beseech higher interventions
Lest beyond Olympus this world not bless
  In mortal youth its vast comprehensions!
Long may the Muses sing when your heart sighs,
  True your lyre echo, your mighty bow draw:
Estrange yourself from the wolves in disguise
  And trust in the twain who begat and bore.
When the blast of heavenly trumpets come
Yours eternal will be a new kingdom.



March 2010


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To Oscar on His 4th Birthday

In every artifice there is child's play,
  In each fractious enterprise there is good:
And in kindred impulse that is his way
  Stands the flesh of my flesh where I once stood.
So it is and so it shall always be,
  And it connects me in ways I surmise
To see my own little facsimile,
  Rising great in measure and small in size!
I beseech between us a spoken care,
  And pray not implied devotion apart:
That knows no disputation, lie, or fear -
  Only the virtue of love at its heart.
It is my most constant expectation
That you be my greatest dedication.



March 2004