NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 25: Young Love

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It’s the 28th day of the NaPoWriMo and I am 3 posts behind. To catch up, here is a response for the day’s prompt, and that that is to write a poem that tells a story. But wait! There’s more! The story should be told backwards, so the first line should tell what happened last and the rest of the lines will follow back to what happened first.

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2016.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 24

Off prompt and late post

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Bubutingtingin ko ang bawat hibla ng iyong laman
Sisilipin ko ito upang makita ang nilalaman
Isang patalim ay isasaksak sa’yo nang ‘di mo nalalaman
Lumayo ka man ay susundan ka magpakailanman
Hindi ako magsasawang timbangin ka sumpa man

-Pagsubok

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2016.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 23: Sa Gitna ng Kamatayan

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Another off prompt and late post for NaPoWriMo.
Sa Gitna ng Kamatayan (In the Midst of Death) was written during the time of confusion and desperation to escape from a system of wear and tear. It’s a point in life when I realized that we are living in a system that really kills the ‘human’ in us. The graveyard where we live is not easily seen because we are so engrossed with material things and false symbols of accomplishment that the media has been feeding us ever since. We are so much engrossed that we forget to search for what really satisfies the soul.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 22

Off prompt and late.

Passion

How will I keep

This burning passion

In my heart

In my soul

In my person

Alive and strong

 

When it never knew home

In me

In my weakness

In my life

 

Because it always tears its home

In me

In my strength

In my drive

 

-Kristel Rose

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2016.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 21

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Off prompt tagalog poem for day 21.

magumpisa ka
sa isang maliit
na butil ng pag-asa
dahan-dahang lalago
unti-unting lalawak
patungo sa kinabukasan
na nais matamasa
 
hindi madali ang daan
lalo na’t kung patarik
tahakin man ng dahan
binti’y mapapagal pa rin
lalo’t may mga balakid
na tutunaw sa laman
at kung kumitil ay marahan
 
sa pag-pili ng landas
lalo’t yung di lagi tinatahak
marami ang magtatanong
anong nakain mo’t napagtanto
na humakbang pasaliwa
palayo sa dikta ng madla
palayo sa salaping mayabong
 
ang pagpiling ito’y sa kabila
ng lahat ng tanong at agam-agam
pati na rin sa pagdududa
sa sariling mong katinuan
lalo na rin sa pagmamata
ng mga pusong puno ng duda
 
ikaw pa rin ay dapat tumugon
sa tawag ng pag-babago
ipagpatuloy ang pagpapakatao
pagmamahal sa bayan
pagpapayabong sa sarili
at paglilingkod sa kapwa tao
 
© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2016.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 20: Facebook

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NaPoWriMo day 20 calls for a kenning poem, so here it is.

A book without pages
but has numbers of tales
filled with so much clutter
that creates an invisible jail

It serves as a stage
for everyone to be hailed
to share stories of triumph
or how a life was derailed

It has a big wide cover
that can change anyhow
and a picture of its author
far from how he looks now

It has illustrations of splendor
that could be speaking of the truth
It is also plastered by nonesense
don’t be disappointed by the uncouth

This book casts a strong spell
distorts your vision in many ways
about the world where you move
be careful not to fall prey

Also one thing to remember
this book brings you to far places
from your bedroom to a distant era
all together in great paces

 

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2016.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 19: Guide for Girls on Walking in The Woods

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The photo above is not mine. It can be found here.

First you have to be born
To be born means to live
Be carefree, be naive

Then go chase a dream
Believe you can succeed
But never knew you had to bleed

The next step is to glide
On the icy sheets of luck
There are bumps but never get stuck

Go march out of the cold
Don’t mind your sore soles
Just be prepared on a path of burning coals

On your way you’ll meet a lot
Who will sell you tons of lies
Better be careful of their disguise

Somehow you can be lucky
To make friends along the way
Or find love that won’t decay

Oh but please, e’er check your map
Things like love could run so wild
Perturbations should never be compiled

If you think you’re halfway through
Be on guard, there’s so much more
Rain can be bad when it is decided to pour

There is failure you will find
It will scratch you deep and wide
Drown you down in a flood tide

Betrayal is also waiting for his turn
To snatch your feet as you aim to fly
And laugh at you as you ask “why?”

And death is just lurking around
Taking lives to cut into gores
Could be your pet’s, grandma’s or yours

But just go on and walk along
Run or jump if you want to
Beautiful things are also on queue

Remember the road is rough
For it was never made to be pleasing
But it expands your soul and you become thriving

For the 19th day of NaPoWriMo, the prompt is to write a didactic, a type of “poetry that explicitly sought to instruct the reader in some kind of skill or knowledge, whether moral, philosophical, or practical.”

© Kristel Rose and http://www.kristelrose.wordpress.com, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 18: Morning Hymn

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A house facing east
Greeted by sunrise like a feast

Before the sky is yellow
The crowing rooster wakes the mellow

A familiar voice crawls in the room
A voice so known since the days in the womb

Hear the morning hymn begins at dawn
A call to a solemn worship where everyone is drawn

Pray from the heart and pray for the soul
Hear mother say “God is in control”

 

The prompt for the day 18 of NaPoWriMo is to write about the sound of home from childhood. Honestly, I thought I would find it as one of the easiest prompts but I was surprised to find out how hard it is for me. I ended up writing about a small part of how my morning went as a child and the things I hear the moment I open my eyes. As I was writing this, I realized how unready I am to go back to those days, the days I longed to reexperience again but are repressed in the deepest part of my memories.

NaPoWriMo 2016 Entry # 17: On the day she left

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On the day she left
All colors began to fade
Achromatism at its best
Black and white
My only friends

On the day she left
I saw my soul flew away
Withdrew from everyone
Stayed in the shadow
Played with the id

On the day she left
Anomie is what I became
Fear of freedom was consuming
Determinism enraged me
Depression entered in

On the day she left
I knew it was the death
Of a life entwined to her
Of a layer so close to my soul
Of a reality that was never there

On the day she left
My actual self was exposed
Naked and so cold
Freezing hard I just can’t move
Fight or flight, I just can’t choose

On the day she left
There’s an ending I had to narrate
A new beginning I had to declare
A persona that needs to be worn
Catharsis has to be savored

It’s the 17th day of NaPoWriMo! The prompt is to find at least 10 words from a specialized dictionary and write a poem that incorporates them. I chose the dictionary of psychology because, well, do I really have to go far? I have one on my shelf and several on my e-book list, and I use them a lot for work and graduate school.

Photo taken from here.

 

 

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It is always sunny and hot
In this place of fields 
and sugar cane
Wild flowers on the corner
Cosmos and Zinnia everywhere

Everyday you can race
Run for the dragonfly
Or run from the bees
At night you’ll choose to sit
Enjoy the fireflies become fairies

All the houses are bungalow
Built with hollow blocks
All painted in white
On their fences you’ll see
Hanging orchids are bowing free

It’s a habit by almost everyone
Waking up earlier than the sunrise 
Be greeted by fog and morning dew
Others just sit to sip from a cup
Others sweep to gather leaves up

No notable kind from animalia
Just stray dogs that visit every home
Stray cats making observations
Also some sparrows that tresspass
On your roof is where they build their homes

It’s a place where dreams start to sprout
Chidlren dream more than flying their kites
Parents hope of good life for their youngs
New couples look forward to forever
A single lady is on her way to see more

When the time came for me to leave
I took nothing but all the memories
From my first day and first night
Until the end point that marks goodbye
I just sat and prayed,
Thank you Lord for this wonderful place.