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By George P. Lumayag
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Silent twilight like the darkest forest in the southeast
Covered with giant trees and surrounded by huge cliffs;
Sad natives in the valley mourned and cried in vain;
The conscious thoughts believed such coffin would hear
The Kulilisi master as god of prose and poetry,
And he smartly horned the rule with brilliant sounds,
With his handkerchief like a paper plane - landed to start the game.

Then, he rendered the riddle as scrabble-puzzled words;
A wrong try made the fruitless poet to recite
Kulilisi free-verses and poetry of any poetical type;
Then, the unproductive received a gift certificate.

Young and old heard, women and men desired
The title as the Kulilisi Prince and Princess of the Night
So the master stepped forward and riddled the rest;
Then, waited a correct or wrong try from the poets.

Successful dreamers would still occupy the witty floor
And could still enjoy the sweet phrases like Metaphors;
Then, the master of words still riddled a squad of dreamers
And he waited the correct answer and hyperbolically staged the verdict;
Kulilisi ended and the successful poets recited
The undying witty words spoken in figurative language.

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