Kulilisi

By George P. Lumayag https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/ 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.