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Once Radiance Is Abounding

A-nother
R-ay's
N-ew
E-arly
L-ight

V-ividly
I-llumines
L-ife
O-nce
R-adiance
I-s
A-bounding

Topic: Birthday of Arnel Viloria (September 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Arcadian Night

I-t's
V-ery
S-ilent
O-nce
N-ight

V-iew
I-s
L-ooked
O-ver
R-egarding 
I-ts
A-rcadia

Topic: Birthday of Ivson Viloria (June 05) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Life

Life is like a rainy day, drizzly and sad
with pain and sorrow weighing you down
every day, new challenges presented
difficulties always present
ever-changing days go by

But if life is like a rainy day,
It's a rainy day with the sun shining through
the days that children call "rainbow weather"
because no matter how hard the problems seem,
Bright sunshine can make any life seem better.

~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: ANY FORM/THEME 5 TO 15 max lines

Sublime

I have dipped my pen in the sublime,
it is my gift to you...
And as I write this tale
I hope your dreams come true

But the children today are confused
and you, my friend, may ignore
But then I guess
I shouldn't have given to you before

I gave my gift, it's just for you
And though this story I spin may be a bit alarming
once you read it through
I'm sure that you'll find it charming

The words may seem to trap you
in a flurry of imagery
and now that you've truly seen,
you'll look at the world very differently...

~Marie Viloria~
9th place in the contest: Writing In The Sublime ~

Oracle

I stand before the oracle
as the oracle sits before me
giving me a tiny clue unto my destiny
but her answer to my questions
is ambiguous and obscure
yet I wonder how I didn't see it there before

~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: Oracle

Fragmented Collections of Life

Fragments and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces
crushed in the bottom
of my memories

Why is it
that whenever I try
to remember

all of the important
little bits and pieces
flutter away from me
and I forget...

The fragments
all seem to
fly off into the sunset

And the whole memories
the strong ones, the stable ones
stay with me

and I watch the
butterflies of my life
flit off

the crumbs, the details
broken thoughts
all collect in the bottom of my brain

but when I dig them out
and let them free
I no longer
can tell what they are
or what they used to be

~Marie Viloria~
Written on: Wed. June 22, 2011
6th place in the contest: All The Little Pieces

Angel

I heard an angel
speak last night
and he said "write"

So I got up
out of bed
and began

to spin a tale
of those carved in stone
the beauty of it all

Looking down
upon the graves
their wings
entwined in ivy

Faithful and sad
flowers decorating
the white stone

A bird sings softly
behind it, sings
a haunting, beautiful melody

A tree arcs over the angel
dappling the marble
with shadowed leaves

And the swaying branches
send shafts of light
sparkling around her

And the angel herself
who faithfully sits
near the graves

Waiting, waiting
for the day the Lord
will return for her

The loneliness
echoed in her eyes
and her arms
stretched towards the heavens

With the delicate blooms
curling around her
the leaves overgrown

And then the bird behind her
flutters away
to sing again
another day

~Marie Viloria~
4th place in the contest: Angels In Cemeteries

Table of Four

I take a deep breath
and push open the door
to the PoetrySoup convention
I look around
at the tables of four

And sigh
because I'm not sure
I have three other friends
on PoetrySoup
or at least not yet

And I see my friends...
my real-life friends...
waving me over
and shouting my name

I run over to them
and instantly grab a chair
next to Kiki Murdock
who is looking fabulously depressing
in her usual black and red garb

Sofia Shteyngolts sits across from me
with an enormous smile and her arms out
just asking for a hug

I lean over the table to hug her
then sit back down
with a nervous smile
looking over
at the crowded tables and chairs

But we still have
one more chair
left to fill
So I look around
for somebody else
anybody else

And Kashinath Karmakar
pushes open the doors
to the convention
and pulls out the empty chair
sits down casually
with a smile and a handshake

I smile
and my friends
-new and old-
smile back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
People at our table:
Marie Viloria
Kiki Murdock
Sofia Shteyngolts
Kashinath Karmakar (special thanks to this souper for volunteering to sit here with us)

Home

A woodland path
in the dappled sun,
hushed and quiet

I peer up
at the canopy
of swaying branches

childlike giggles
echoing through
the quiet forest

I run back to my mom
with a smile
and she holds me tight

So I walk in
the comforting embrace
of my mother

We walk together
through the trees
and the simple elegance
of the redwoods

The sparkling river
wet and cold
rushing slowly
over the rocks

We cross a bridge,
her and I
and we laugh

and I smile
and relax
into her arms
in the shafts of light
in the beauty of it all

In Nature's glow
And the earth reaches out
to me
and I lie back
with my mom

and together we bask
in the sunlight
of all this,

of home.

~Marie Viloria~
Date: Tuesday, June 7, 2011
5th place in the contest: A Woodland Path ~

Arts and Crafts

I mutter a curse
under my breath
and I spread my
sticky paper-mache fingers

And I irritatedly look 
over at Austin
sitting next to me
who purposely poured glue
on my hands

and is now laughing
hysterically

and I return the favor
although the teacher
caught me
this time

Then I flicked paint
onto his glasses
and he flicked some on my shirt

and I try to ignore
the strange boy sitting next to me
and I continue trying
to finish my paper-mache
end-of-year project

and then he paints my arm
and I paint his hair
and soon I am covered
in a thin layer
of blue paint and glue

and I think to myself...

Art class sucks.

~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: ANYTHING HANDMADE

Wishing

Wishes.
Sometimes people wish
for things to benefit
themselves
which is all well and good,
I suppose

But what if you
wanted to wish
for something else
maybe for a friend
or for a friend you haven't
even met yet

But if I had just one wish
I'd wish
for the world to be a better place
not just for me
but for all of the people
out there fighting

Fighting for freedom
or maybe equality

I'd wish it on the people
caught in the crossfire
losing everything they have
for a war they never wanted

But I'd wish it
on the people I hate, too

Because everybody deserves
a chance
at seeing the world at peace
with clean air
and happy people
and at a universe

filled with love

~Marie Viloria~

9th place in the contest: If I Had One Wish, What Would It Be?

Always There

You are always there for me.
Whether I’m sad, lonely,
Or just need someone to listen,
I know you won’t abandon me.
You’re not like the rest of them.
You’re my best friend.
No matter how old we’ll be,
how tall we’ll grow,
How many fights we have,
or when we die,
We’ll always be there for each other.

For Marie Viloria :]

Black Roses

Symbol of
everlasting love,
a rose
blooming

the bud opens
the red petals unfold
flourishing in the sunlight
dewdrops sparkling
on the grass

Plucked from the garden
doomed 
to live
the life
of love
and death


The disappearing dewdrops
vanished
in the heat
Spring turned to summer
Summer turned to fall

And life from the rose
wilted
as your love
left me alone

The crimson flower
turning slowly to black

Collab With Marie Viloria

If I Was An Animal

If I was an animal
What would I be?

My defining traits
are sarcasm
musicality
bright colors

The only animal
that comes to mind
is a bird

a parrot
for it's talkativeness

a canary
for it's beautiful voice

a peacock
for it's extravagant feathering

but no animal know
is as fidgety
moody
strangely uncomfortable
among it's fellows 
as I am

So I suppose
being a bird
is best

for whenever
I feel awkward
and out of place

the bird in me
can always fly free

~Marie Viloria~

11th place in the contest: If I was an animal, what would I be?

Sunrise

Crawl out of bed
in the early morning
squint towards the window

Brilliant colors
shower down
orange
pink
red

Piercing to dark sky
changing it
to the dawn
of a new day.

As mom is driving home
later that evening
I look out of the car window
and see the sun
sinking below the tops of the trees

and this time
the colors are different
deeper reds
stronger oranges
and a faint, subtle hint
of a purplish indigo

I watch the trees
swallow the sun
and wonder
if tomorrow
will bring something new

~Marie Viloria~
7th place in Sunrise -- Verses -- Sunset

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