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Bamboo Tree

Bamboo Tree

26 February 2012


Evergreen tree-like green herbage
Abounding woody stems travelling upwards
In a flick, moments-of-memory refuse to cede
At the sound of rustling leaves, pay off a reverie

Pliant in face of neither storms nor monsoons
It just sways and bends but never lose its elegance
Misty outside and leafing out to commune
Submissive to nature’s onrush by its restless dance

As the wind blows in every direction
Unmindful are we to disregard nature’s course
God’s invitation to see and listen into its perfection
On how each sight and sound heal one’s scarce

Bamboo nodes strengthen its stem
Each step is a faint for its humble growth
Interaction – a never dying language for ecosystem
Find comfort to its shadows as a token of troth

Not built for eternity but new shoots will replace
To repeat its vow to shed green leaves to procreate
An inseparable companion to give refuge and embrace
For all passing guests finding a way to relate


Noel N. Villarosa

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Someone Who Believes

If someone disbelieves you, it’s his will
Your choice matters more than anyone
Follow your desire like wind over the hill
When you get there, catch a glimpse of the sun 

Earned your guests in a certain level of kindness
It is a decree of sure winning your fellow’s trust
Repair false service to free them from blindness
While I serve, know no bound, only pure and just

It’s not a lost for lacking someone’s harbor
Feel you just belong to a bigger shelter
For the heart of the mass will get you farther
Things will get better in moments spent together

Life is a battle that you don’t always compete
Against the stronger or influential one
But sooner or later the one who completes
Is the one who believes he/she can!

Along the search to find my political team
None other than an old friend showed me the way
To fulfill bigger step and claim what is in my dream
To talk about my name and cast one’s vote on Election Day


A poem for my sister running for Barangay Councilor
April 16, 2018

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Night Shift Worker

Night Shift Worker


At sunset is the beginning of our day
Darkness embraces our peevish spirit
Flashing neon signs bring us in esprit
We are mindful of making a living

Danger awaits us anytime
But this is where my feet are destined to go
Where the crime took place, I need to be there on time
My pen and camera come along to tell stories awhile ago

Steady and careful hands are attentive to ailing one
Life and death situation, I presumed life will always prevail
My job demands accuracy, for mistakes will hound my wisdom
Nursing to sustain a losing life will not fail

Eager to go to the heart of the sea
While the full-moon beams dwell into the deep
My fishnet awaits patiently for a catch
For early in the morning, I bring meals to a family

I need to be tough in any situation
Unwelcome visitors alert my action
To guard premises and valuables stay untouched
By greedy creatures harmful to the serenity of the place

The graveyard shift is my time to log for work
The workplace is loud where the phone ring is enchanting
I need to stay calm and soft to answer complaints
In the end, I say “thank you for calling, have a nice day”

I am at work, while most of the humans are sleeping
I sleep when all of them are awake
Cursing words are normal, my ears are adjusted
I am used to it, to make it through my shift every single day

As soon as the sunrise, my day ends
Daylight warms my weary eyes and body bends
Down the hills and street, I rushed
Only to keep the promise, to come home for my family I must


Posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site last: 26 August 2009

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Christmas Wreath

19 December 2010

Christmas Wreath

C  ircle band of lights indicating halo
H  alo of hope to continue the whole year round
R  ound in shape flows youthful spirit to ingest
I  ngesting a strong hold to never separate
S  eparation comes when leaves fall and lights were taken
T  aken from ancestors to mundify
M  undify a sagging spirit in a genial abask
A  bask we get skylight kindling satisfaction 
S  atisfaction to be God’s creation in this world

W  orld as a whole is the people in a raceme 
R  aceme with flowers on stalks that entwine
E  ntwine fresh wounds to heal  and feel amorous
A  morous display in every life’s threshold 
T  hreshold for welcoming visitors every hour
H  ours countdown soon will be Christmas and New Year to share with everyone


Merry Christmas to all.

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Toy Train

15 December 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa

I was at my age avid for adventure
Played outside the home, street as my playground
Every nimiety of joy, I want to capture
Never ran out of a game plan to lay down

At that time, robots are in the boom
Voltes V, Mazinger Z, and Daimos, among my favorites
But what most appealing for me to have in my playroom
Is a battery operated toy train with complete accessories

Christmas season is the best time to receive gifts
For a child like me, full of excitement and wishful 
Life was hard before,  wishful thinking somehow has gone adrift
Somehow, someday under the Christmas tree, I’ll find it circling in full

Watch the tiny trains buzzing along the tracks
It’s a fun to place little trees and people in the scene
 Reverberating rhythm of horn and its wheels click-clack
Passing by a miniature bridge, tunnels, forest so evergreen

Make up stories for the little people in the scene
Why there are there and what’s happening
Still fresh and playing wildly in my brain
I’ll make it happen on Christmas day with my son mingling

6th place in "TOYLAND" contest 
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
1/13/2011

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A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them on the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into a drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also, a marine habitat that proliferates at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The freshwater flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling the ecological cycle literally affect the food chain
Stripping resistant to their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look at dead birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
7/4/2010 Sponsored by Team PoetrySoup

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Whose Slave Am I

Let me review my life, of the many falls
The thinking gets deeper, asking who faults
Sooner is not later of how I impress life
Darkness always argued over life strife

Love cannot sustain the pallor of clamor
Only silent words in a mouth of glamour
Bliss of surrendering and rest in my grave
It may be well to die and cease to be a slave

I trade my body for a plate of food
Difficult hour, alone and seclude
Yet I am still a man with blow if just loosen
Dirty face, weary body with fractured bone

Rain cannot wash the mock that defaced my well-being
Neither do I can think of revealing my freeing
There is no roof against my oppression
Only white cloud that looms overhead has the guilt impression

Now my heart is sore afraid of beating
My smile was captured along with sympathy’s calling
No chance to see the light only heaven will allow
My life succumbed gently into heavens aglow


July 19, 2015

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Into the Wild

INTO THE WILD

I dreamed ......

An arboreal wandering into the wild
Creeping in narrow-leaved green herbage
Afraid to be mashed by other wolverines got riled
Their safe abode is now in the siege

The rampage and stampede make a harsh noise
Joining the rumble will stumble into near-death
Swiftly moving away, intend to do a ploy
Taking hold of strength and a grasp of pure breath

Chasing the weak and hear the piercing shriek of pains
The fauna now in a vain attempt to meet and regroup from the maze
A lurking prowler just outside ready to take his aim
A Carnivore’s rendezvous dealing another round of faze

Forays refrain them from regression
Marsupial bearing young is watchful and vigilant
For a hostile entry, a swift run from apprehension
Saving the younglings and safely back to Taiga so verdant

With balsam fir’s magical warming in winter and cooling summer
Tall trees get blown over osiers, shrubs, and miniature spruce
Hear the wind swayed the trees gently just like a hummer
A walk to wet spongy forest ground that has a soft carpet of moss

A truly look at life into the wild is precarious
Feeding on flesh and a quench from trickling stream
Some nocturnal species tending to be gregarious
To survive in this biome is a short-lived dream




Previously posted in voicesnet.com poetry site last 21 October 2009.

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Chasing the Internet

The internet is like a ball
Should be passed on to other people
An understanding, my little son shared
Ideal speed most of us desired

Trawling through the internet
Always chasing ideal time to connect
Trapped and engrossed into the network
Manacling idiosyncrasies making them to shirk

Living outside your home country
The Internet is the passageway to your family
It made lives into simpler ones
You need to pay for a better connection

How our senses are altered
Even our thinking was bothered
Time and space that are apart
Uninspired if unable to reach your counterpart

Dark side of the internet
Time quickly runs out and we forget
To socialize with others and feel the real world
As virtual image tried to evolve


September 22, 2015

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Morning Summons

15 February 2010

Morning Summons
By: Noel N. Villarosa


 
God’s morning summons
Placid sea and dawning sun
A walk in the sand


5th Place to Raul Moreno's Seascapes Contest: 2/28/2010