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Best Poems Written by Meadow Morada

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My Life, My Game

I play my life like my kind of sport
I face opponents in badminton court
Racquet and shuttlecock on hand
Just flick the birdie to the other end

In high clear the quilled rubber flew
A sure defensive stance I often threw
Preventing a smash, parrying a score
Thus, the shuttle lands on the floor

The green court is wide and long
Knees must be fast and strong
Calculated serves oddly placed
Unreturned, I can score an ace

I seldom position myself at the back
Mostly in front to deflect all attacks
Drop shots to elude sharp drives
A kill will deflate opponents’ pride

In the middle, when the rally starts
That instant where I need to be smart
Flicked, pushed and dropped a net shot
The umpire called fault, although I was not

I may lose today, I might be in pain
But I’ll be back tomorrow to play again
I live my life like a badminton game
I play for fun and not for fame

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Tiger In the Rain

In the vast plain sits the panthera tigris
The largest among the cat species
Beautiful in black striped orange fur
Fierce, the tiger howls but seldom purr

A splendor that commands attention
Elegant long limbs gentle in its motion
She is feared for the span of her length
She is fearless, they knew her strength

In the cruel jungle where she lives
The sun shines but it always retreats
Lush greens turn into muddy sprouts
A cue on what the sky is about to spout

She listlessly walked back and forth
An action perceived to show her worth
Yet the tiger was in fear of the brewing rain
Waters from heaven brings back all the pain

However fierce, the tiger is not without fear
Mostly for her fold she holds very dear
She dreads the storm will havoc damage
When it pours its ceaseless cascades 

While the tempest ravages her world
The tiger firmly stands in the freezing cold
Though this will cease just like before
She feels she cannot take it anymore

When from the rain she was saved
By a fellow cat who is more than brave
Scarred and lashed by many a storm
The lion offered hope, she gave her home

Yet the rain brings the tiger more fear
Protective of the lion she loved so dear
She knows tomorrow is never promised
She has to be strong, she can conquer this!

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Lost Generation

In the rough, cold pavement they sleep 
Prone to the elements that drain them deep 
A harsh concrete jungle where they live 
Their lives subsist on people who give

They are children with adolescent minds 
Roaming the streets is their daily grind 
At red lights they run with rags on hand 
Wiping windshields as fast as they can

When stomachs signal hungry pangs 
Relying on rancid food in trash cans 
Or press their noses outside restaurants 
Where people feast, they are in want

They make their rounds begging for alms 
Seldom do people drop coins in their palms 
Most will just think they’ll use it for drugs 
Can’t fault them to feel like being mugged

So when a convincing offer comes along
 They grabbed it even if they know it’s wrong 
To skillfully dip fingers and pick pockets 
And slice through bags to get one’s wallet

So tell me! Do kids like those have a choice? 
The state is deaf to their pleading voice 
When programs are bare for social welfare 
Calamities are central when no one cares

But here lies the problem and it’s the truth 
To fight crime we must look after our youth 
For when they have grown to be a man 
We can take comfort that we did all that we can!

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My Bleeding Hurt

I am a paramedic
I shun the word panic
Yet I dread each frantic call
But I must feel nothing at all

Amid all the commotion
Ardent to push the mission
Anxious to reach the site
Determined to save a life

Composed as if unfeeling
Expecting the worst, yet still hoping
Feeling for a victim I do not know
Worried, but I would never show

A child plunged on the ground
A father bloodied all around
A mother beaten into a pulp
A brother stabbed by the mob

I bleed while they bleed
I cringed when they plead
I die when they ceased to be
It felt like family, it felt like me

Eager to bring first aid
Animated to see a life saved
Agitated to see death in the face 
Raw emotions I must embrace

At the base, the feeling stays
I never fail to say a little prayer
For all the pain that I can still feel
For all that I have seen remains still

I am a paramedic
I cannot do any magic
So I made a frantic call
To calm my bleeding soul

I need to relieve my pain
To ease the nerve in my vein
Please, hear what I want to say
Help me keep my emotions at bay.

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Third Wheel

And so I thought it’s nice to be alone
Seemingly loving life on my own
Free from a union gone sour
There’s no need for tears to pour

A newly discovered freedom
Free from what’s boring me down
No demands, no ties that bind
An end to lies that kept me blind

And so I thought I found happiness
So why is there still this loneliness?
Seeing couples having so much fun
Around people like me who have no one

But what hurts most I can’t deny
Is to be with you and feel the lies
Sharing laughter when I wanted to cry
Seeing you love her through your eyes

I was there but not really there
A love in the open we cannot share
Green with envy my heart bleeds
I have feelings, I have needs

You said you wanted me around
But you can’t show that you’re proud
To have her and have me, too
Feelings I set aside to follow you

In this masquerade I came to know
I don’t need this love I tend to borrow
It signals the end for all this show
That you and I only know.

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Religious Bigotry

In one spiritual being we do agree
Under varied names we called thee
From different images they were mold
How they came to be varies when told

Religion unites people of same beliefs
Some are powerful enough to sink ships
Some struggle to put their name across
Others use violence to justify their cause

From then on religion has great effects
Confusing people on issues it redirects
Constitutional laws are taken for granted
Religious edicts are usually adopted

Religious bigotry does not make sense
Makes us passive, sexist and subservient 
Prohibiting contraceptives and abortion
Spousal divorce and same sex relations

Governments tend to take advantage
Faithful convictions justify wars instead
They allow them to beat, burn and kill wives
An eye for an eye for those who won’t abide

For them there are only male and female
No gays or lesbians can walk heaven’s trail
To have plenty of children is a gift of life
Taking birth control pills is like killing a child

And so backward the world moves
As increase in crime and poverty proves
As wars were launched in aid of religion
People kill to uphold their congregation

The Bible says that the day of reckoning
Is when various sects have started sprouting
If only we can learn to respect each of our beliefs
Discarding religious bigotry will save us from grief.

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Third World

We live in a Third World country
Where most breathe in poverty
Where progress is way too slow
As corruption disrupts its flow

We see children sleep in streets
With no shelter, no food to eat
We face dreadful traffic everyday
Public works here is a rife dismay

We often hear and see street crimes
Pushing people in face of hard times
Where drug lords in jail operate and sell
For luxuries officials allowed in their cells

We waddle through floods everywhere
Always when beaten by violent weather
Where calamities are taken advantage
By officials drooling for foreign aid

We share the same abused piece of land
Christians and Muslims of the same stand
To dwell in a homeland of pure democracy
Free from politically maneuvered captivity

But we, citizens, are partly to blame
When we vote for leaders who are lame
For lack of sensible men to lead the land
We choose to settle for poseurs of clan brand

What we Filipinos never try to erase
Is that ready smile you see in our faces
Unearthing little happiness as we strive
Until emancipation from hardship arrives

Resiliency, diligence, patience is our virtue
Changing the system overnight is hard to do
We cannot beat this ruthless, harsh society
We need a Moses to free us all from slavery!

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Gem of a Gemini

Astrology’s most exciting female
A strange persona admired by males
Zealously nurturing, highly creative
Compassionate and never vindictive

But be wary of her different sides
For she has a twin hiding inside
An odd personality that’s split in two
Diverse angles you need to know

At times, she seems slightly crazy
Takes time to fathom her clearly
She hates routine and bore easily
She’s known for her spontaneity

She has an open heart and mind
She’s the best friend you can ever find
Yet she can be too harsh and bold
When users abuse her, she turns cold

She loves to freely flow and have fun
She needs to move lest she’ll be gone
She mirrors all that she sees in you
Happy when you are, sad if you’re blue

She’s got dark streaks like all of us do
Peculiar but mature, she got style too
She can cope with sadness and tears
She just flips the other side to ally all fears

She’s a Gemini and she’s a woman
Don’t get too close if you’re not that man
Who can deal with her and so her twin
Fingers crossed and hope you’ll win.

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Metamorphosis

Cramped in dark seclusion
A little soul in wait to be whole
Like a fish in a bowl of ocean
Adrift but can gulp a lungful

It’s the beginning of an end
Chrysalis out from the sphere
Emerging from cocoon bend
Exposed to the atmosphere

Dry, arid air touching skin
No longer blind and invisible
Can see and can be seen
Can feel, now discernable

Free from shelled captivity
The caterpillar crept in the open
Predators lurked in anonymity
Waiting for its grip to loosen

Dodging all dangers on its way
Inspired for struggling on its own
Resolute not to give itself away
Waiting till wings make it known

Mocked for how slow it moves
Ridiculed for its weird ugly shape
Maggot with nothing to prove
Fluttering is its only escape

Metamorphosis took its form
A change sudden and so swift
A butterfly transmuting the worm
Flapping its wings in the air; it lifts

People who are losing hope
Slowly inching and edging today
Like caterpillars, learn to cope
A butterfly, you will be one day!

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The Lotus Flower

The crystal white orb guarded the night
With sky full of jewels sparkling so bright
Mirrors etched in the tranquil black pool
Where underneath rests a sleeping soul

Oblivious to the stench of murky darkness
Echoes from croaks and jump-in splashes
Tightly clenched from the flanking noise
Awaiting the fiery glow to dry the moist

When the azure sky reflects the daylight
And in the foggy water spike beams of light 
It signals the time to rise from the mire
To stand and bloom for others to admire

A pinkish glow in the waves of greens
Affably in quiet bloom to scan the scenes
Gentle in the eye yet distinctively sharp
Seemingly near yet far from the grasp

Below, the tangled mess one cannot see
Entwined straws of threads floating freely
From where the buoyant beauty springs
Dancing with the current wherever it brings

Emerging clean from the grubby water
A symbol of purity, a source of wonder
To sink in the mud and rise without mark
To bask in the light then back in the dark

As the blazing star loses its burning glow
The lotus flower’s spell ceased to show
Receding to where she bows once more
Only to blossom like never before.