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Pulchritude of Love

Fly me to the moon, my love
Let's embark our fresh new start
Hand in hand
We'll leave all the worries behind
And bury our glitters in the galaxy
Make them splendid
Like no other star

Or build our own castle in the ocean deep
Let the inhabitants be our witnesses
They'll dance through the waves
They'll sing melodies
Only our hearts could hear
As we explore our own realm
And make it polychromatic
Not even rainbow could ever
Dare to beat

See the birds in the velvet sky
From biggest to littlest
Humming and soaring high
Even the industrious ants
Paused a moment
Or the trees 
Or the grass in the earth
Swaying harmoniously
Or feel the zephyr!
Touching our deepest skin
Delighted, honored and pleased
As we paint our very own masterpiece

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2021



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Blue Sky

I once gazed at the sky
The clouds have various faces, I see
I smiled as I was fascinated by its timeless beauty
In a minute I was captured
 
Call me eccentric, I don’t mind
This is who I am
I tell you, there are arts beneath 
   each faces of the sky
It shows faces of a Man
 
The sky sometimes bursts into tears
Just like a man amid great sufferings
The sky sometimes dark but yet failed to cry
Just like a man being relieved after a threat
When the sky shines,
Listen, it is everyone’s smile
 
There is always a light behind its shadows
Just like the reality of life
  tomorrows do come
 
I realized the thunder is the storm
It frightened a man and wishes it didn’t come
When it strikes, knees do shiver
 
Stars at night have always been my favorite spot
They glittered like a Christmas light
I see stars as I see people
Crowded! But born to be united
With Him Alone is the brightest star
But the reality of life is always visible
When Stars fall, a Man does
Falling stars are dead
 

"Blue Sky"
Lyn- Jenne

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2020

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February

One beautiful afternoon
With my precious bicycle I roam around
In a city of love where couples are in love
And I give each girl a rose
The couples--- at their most beautiful smile
A picture of perfect pulchritude

And the sky witness how each corner blossoms
His compatriot clouds agree--- walk smilingly!
Oh, February! Forget the miseries even just for a day!

I drop off and turn to the fountain of love
Coins, like silver glimmer in the roots of water
An instant glimpse
of every pure but homeless heart
Then a poke draws out my attention
An angelic, little face offers his coin to me
With wrinkles in my forehead he left me
Still startled I stare at the coin
But the coin joins in the circle of silvers
Another count of a pure but homeless heart
Now filled--- with your astonishing pair of blue eyes

"February"
Lyn Jenne

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2017

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Livid

This is not me
When anger consumes me
This is not me
I cuss, I shout
I let my tongue out
This is not me

I lose control
I lose self-discipline
I lose myself
I lose God
When I'm fuming mad
This is not me

A new Me born
Each time I get myself burn
And I, always hated myself

"Livid"
Lyn-Jenne

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2019

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Sunrise

Sunrise
Beautiful scenery
Engrosses the universe
Light amid greater turbulence
Hope

Lyn-Jenne
"Sunrise"

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2017



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Catastrophe

Here is an ignorant man who lives in this said kaleidoscope world
Like a silver water who runs and does not mourn
Just letting things to flow naturally
Without a mind whether it goes accordingly

Ignorance is a gem and no one can’t notice
This poor man lived but denied by the people in east
They say, “There’s no room for a pest”
So this man walked all the way to west
He seeks a job for his starve to ease
They say, “You have no diploma, you don’t belong here”
Poor man, he has no choice but to bear
So he left west and arrived in north
He has nothing but himself like a vagabond
There he found himself pleading
With his palm wide-opened and waiting
Even just a single coin to drop
He will endure even those who snub

Just as he thought he finally got his home
When his fellows drove him away in north
In south he met a storm
Poor man, he has nothing to count on
But he continued though half- dead
His body shivered, his tears shed
Inside the church he hide himself
He thought a prayer will save
“Your Highness, please heal this broken pieces.

I am ignorant but I became inquisitive.

I see storms are not the disasters alone.

But also this disease that some men gave birth.”


"Catastrophe"
Lyn-Jenne

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2015

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Caterpillar

I'm a lonely caterpillar
And tree is my home
I'm a lonely caterpillar
I envy my fellow youngsters
I'm a lonely caterpillar
I watch them grow as adults
I'm a lonely caterpillar
And leaf dries my tears
As I watch them cast their beautiful wings
As I watch them soar up high
I can't help but sigh

I'm a caterpillar
And tree is my refuge
I'm a caterpillar
I wonder who I will be
I'm a caterpillar
I wonder what I will be
I'm a caterpillar
I wonder how long will it takes
To completely me become a butterfly

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2016

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I Dreamed a Dream

I dreamed a dream
But my dream stuck in an hourglass
I cry, I cry
As I stare at my own leap of sands

You, poor soul of mine!
Pen the prelude in the pack of the stars
Patiently wait until it becomes like one
And itself, bring home the sunrise
To my gloomy visage and weary heart

Give me the fruit of success
Oh! Poor soul of mine!
Tomorrow might not say, "Hello"
Better undress your mind from all negativities
Feed your thoughts with beautiful sceneries
Drop off--- that laziness
It destroys and kills the entire YOU

I am the DREAM you claimed your Better half
But when will you free me from the hourglass?
Almost, but you've never been here
Long have I waited you
You will never know how far I could take you to
Unless you go the distance
And chase me 'til I'm all yours

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2017

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The Book

Each life has its own story to tell
Like when the day faints, the stars shine
Or when the sun rests in bed and sunset conquers for a while
Or when the day is gloomy, the heaven cries
And when the star falls---
   we utter requiescat in pace

Jenna welcomed the sunrise as she opened her eyes
She turned to her wristwatch as she was about to rise
The time said "6:59", she doesn't mind
'Tis an ordinary day nor one of a kind

She walked not hastily towards the door
She left the room with eyes half-closed
But eyes widened when darkness is not yet o'er
She turned back but her room was gone
Then a sudden devilishly evil laugh shattered her very soul
She opened her eyes once more but to lean on the wall
About the place she ought to know
When she stepped her feet forward the wind blew so cold

Six steps and she suddenly held her breath
That growled from her back tells her she'll be a bread
She was shaking but she chose to face
She felt like ice as to the wild beast's gaze
And her 'tabunon' skin turned pale
Dangerous, deep red eyes are burning flames
Finger and toe nails are blades
Those hungry fangs are about to claim
Her young but poor body like a crunchy shrimp
But she bet herself no adieu to this nemesis
Like a marathon she did

And so much passages to drop by!
Right or left, both have signs
Strange writings man cannot define
Oh, poor life! no time to think twice
Here comes her nemesis and she wished she bears nine lives

Oh, sweat my ever second skin!
Feel the warmth of my shattered body and frozen veins!
And these tears now I taste
This ain't wonderland nor I'm Alice
And knees I plead not to faint
I'm lost and stuck in this--- oh, labyrinth!

But to her horror her feet collapsed
The next thing she learned she kissed on the ground
It takes a cacophonous moment to burn her down
But then she exclaimed her only hope and the wild beast howled
The wild beast but passed her and entered a fire abyss
She witnessed and hers was a picture of perfect astonishment

Though still trembling she searched for her pulse
She took a deep breath and tears again poured
She reminisced her almost downfall
She bears no cat's life but she just received a miracle!
She raised her head up high in gratitude
And for a minute the darkness fleets in full force

She dried her tears and resumed her journey
Inside this labyrinth, oh, so dreary!
She wandered and wondered what brought her there
Perhaps this is a long nightmare...

-Part 1

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2016

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A Glimpse of Tip Journey

A Glimpse of T.I.P Journey


Education never stops and so learning does
The moment we embrace challenges 
is the moment we climb and hold this torch
The torch of light and hope as we, painstakingly 
reach for the pinnacle of success
On this day of Valentine’s 
May we, instead reminisce and celebrate joyously
This Teacher Induction Program

But let not our pretty mind vanquish
My fellow mentees, 
Remember how we arrived strangers at first 
Knowledge and skills we all aimed and thirst
Like first day of school
Forget not the teachings of our mentors
As they helped mold us professionally
of who we are today

Sharing ideas, concepts and materials
Unlimited laughter partake in every meeting
Mind blowing activities, aye, night skippers!
To meet and hit the button of “deadline”
An endless cycle
of a student life
These shall be the roots 
of our friendship and camaraderie
A journey worth roller-coaster ride!

May this poetry be heard and dignified
May this act of gratitude remind every mentor of our T.I.P 
We, mentees are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy
We, mentees acknowledge your utmost dedication 
To seamlessly immerse young professionals
in the teaching profession
We, mentees recognize that one day we will own the torch
The torch of responsibility that once our Mentors beheld
Shall pass to the next generation of young teaching professionals

Copyright © Jennelyn Felicilda | Year Posted 2022

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