205.
Siyam na Bida sa Senado
Naiproklama na
Ang mga pasok sa senado
At siyam sa kanila
Mga pambato ng Pangulo –
Poe, Legarda, Cayetano
Pimentel, Trillanes, Escudero
Villar, Angara, Aquino
Salamat sa Maykapal
Dahil karamihan ay dilaw
Halos lahat ay marangal
Lalabanan mga halimaw
Sa ating mga 9 na bida
Na sa senado itinadhana
Pangalagaan niyo po ang ating inang bansa.
-05/19/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Yellow Poems Collection…written on the day after the proclamation of senator winners
R-ight
E-xpression's
N-ote
Z-estfully
D-eploys
E-ssential
N-ame
I-n
S-tatement
O-f
N-atal
V-erse
I-mplementing
L-ife
L-esson
A-bout
R-ighteousness
Topic: Birthday of Renz Denison A. Villar (February 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
D-o
E-njoy
N-atal
N-ote
I-n
S-ensible
V-erse
I-nterpreting
L-ovely
L-ines
A-bout
R-emembrance
Topic: Birthday of Dennis V. Villar (January 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
F-abulous
L-itterateur
O-f
R-ighteous
E-xpression
N-icely
C-omposes
E-xcellent
V-erse
I-n
L-ovely
L-ines
A-bout
R-eader
Topic: Birthday of Florence A. Villar (October 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orn
I-n
T-winkle
C-learly
H-as
V-ividness
I-f
L-ovely
L-ight
A-ba tes
R-ain
Topic: Birthday of Mitch Villar (December 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
There is great sin in the hands of men.
Sin in the hands with blood.
Sin in hands of men with no face.
A sin who speaks and says: HATE!
A sin who speaks and says: MINE!
And we speak from our own sin and we say: NOTHING…
And we speak from our own sin and we say: SILENCE…
The voices are quiet when death passes by.
The streets seem empty when death passes by.
The buildings do not stand when death passes by.
There is great sin in the hands of men.
There is great sin in the hands of Israel.
But God is watching and before you know,
Oh, Israel, your arrogance will be turned into sorrow again.
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2015
I think sometimes,
in an effort to sell reflections
of life,
egotistic mirrors
break themselves
into a million pieces.
Fractured verses,
bent and poisoned,
deformed from the ill-treatment
of delicate lines;
echoes of poetry.
©All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
Carrying disturbing
rubbish
from polluted hands
River still singing
Life
still running strong
but as insults given
by bystanders on the shore
is the vomit
of our carelessness.
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
Essence defining thoughts
emerging from the core of life.
A glow coming from your voice.
Love.
©All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2015
Tired of the soil and of death
dreams caught you crossing
trying a one way trip.
You've eaten the flesh and the eyes
from the trees that one day looked at you,
but you are today an unforgiving desert
watered with blood,
separating the injustices
in unequal fractions
.
.
.
F
A
L
L
E
N
.
.
.
You fall a thousand times...
Fall your starving children,
dying of thirst and punishment,
imprisoned from hope,
with empty arms
.
.
.
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
Another day void of daydreaming,
a clean smile has perished, drowned
under our policies of greediness.
The oceans of the planet won’t hide
our infamy or conceal our sins.
Perfectly pure hands have been crucified
on a cross of sanctified water.
Sad lamentations carrying over
of never ending horrific crying.
The lifeless body of an infant
looking at us,
brushed ashore by hunger.
© All rights reserved. Marcela Villar M. Author 2015
Life passes by,
enters into a new reality each day;
each instant becomes altered.
Have we changed?
© All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2015
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