Thursday, September 30, 2010

English Poems by Filipino Writters

I think of the whiteness of snow
on a postcard from an immigrant aunt.
How sweet, how pure
and unreal like props
in a high-school play.
The closest I have seen of it is
crushed ice on halo-halo.
Why do I end up speaking
of white things?
I feel blond -
bleached and painted over.
But this is how I speak:
misted over with a foreign flavor
but in essence a native blend
of brown and yellow.
I think of how you must have
shivered in the European snow,
words warm in your heart.
I wonder if you dreamt
in Spanish.
Perhaps we dreamt
the same dream,
our incandescent souls
glowing beneath
the translucent veils
of tongues-to-suit-our-needs.
We were born in a land
of two seasons, not four,
unused to and awed by
words like:
autumn, winder, spring.
I think of snow and
how it melts into a
gray-tinged slush,
how these words of ours
will melt with the heat
of what we really mean.
But I think we wear
our costumes well.
If it is cold
we have to put
our coats on
but it will always be
with our skins
that we feel.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A Letter to God

 Dear God, I thank You for all of Your blessings. For sharing with me all the good in this world, for all the joys in my life. For leading me through trials and fears to success, for showing me the light even in times of great darkness. For giving me strength to come this far, for all of this, I thank You, God.

May it be Your will, my eternal God, please grant us the physical strength, health, and ability required to function effectively. May we experience no illness or pain. Dear God, shield us in the shadow of your wings, and spare us and all our family from any harsh or evil decrees. Save us from bad, and prolong our days in goodness, and our years in sweetness.

Please grant me the strength and health to succeed in all my doings. Watch over me and govern all of my actions so I shall act wisely and have a successful life. Bless me with success in all my endeavors, for I place my trust in You to send me good fortune. Prolong my days with goodness and my years in sweetness. May Your eternal kindness be upon me.

 Master of the Universe, grant me Your blessing and success in all the work of my hands, Satisfy me with your kindness. Help me succeed in my endeavors and my businesses. I trust in You to send me sustenance and good fortune.

 Please grant me the best of your gifts, the power of Love. Please guide me toward the best choices in life to find the right companion. Fill my heart with pure love and bless me that I may live forever in the Light of Love. May Love enter me lightly and dwell within me like a friend. Grant me the kind of love that will draw happiness into my life. May Love touch me with life and enfold me in its power. May this wish be fulfilled by your kindness.

                                                                                                                    Maybelle




Declamation Piece "Juvenile Delinquent"

Am I a juvenile delinquent? I'm a teenager, I'm young, young at heart in mind. In this position, I'm carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but to drink the wine of pleasure. I seldom go to school, nobody cares!. But instead you can see me roaming around. Standing at the nearby canto (street). Or else standing beside a jukebox stand playing the nerve tickling bugaloo.Those are the reasons, why people, you branded me delinquent, a juvenile delinquent.
My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my friends, they neglected me. One night I asked my mother to teach me how to appreciate the values in life. Would you care what she told me? "Stop bothering me! Can't you see? I had to dress up for my mahjong session, some other time my child". I turned to my father to console me, but, what a wonderful thing he told me. "Child, here's 500 bucks, get it and enjou yourself, go and ask your teachers that question".
And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my teachers torturing me with these words. "Why waste your time in studying, you can't even divide 100 by 5! Go home and plant sweet potatoes".
I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole. But that's not what you can see in me. Here's a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strenghten her life into contentment.
Honorable judge, friends and teachers...is this the girl whom you commented a juvenile delinquent?.

Declamation Piece "A Glass of Cold Water"

Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.

I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But that when she was young.
Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the party!
Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"
"Mama, I’m in a hurry!"
"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water."
"Mama, please, try to get it on your own."
"Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!"
At the party, I danced and danced the whole night.
You see, I can’t leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who proposed to me. At last, the party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired.
So, I went home to tell mama what happened.
"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers.
Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but she’s not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen!
I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she tried to get it.
Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!

Letter to Mrs. Lour Jean

Dear Maam Jean,

         This is not the letter what i wrote on the paper, because i lost my copy, so i'll create new letter again...Maam as our English Teacher ,i thank you for teaching us a lot of things, by pronouncing word, a correct grammar, and more....Everytime we great you a "Good Morning" you correct us how to say it correctly, but maam you have teached us a lot...Thank you.......we all hope that God will give you a beautiful blessing together with you husband.God Bless and Thank You...........

                                                                                                               Sincerely yours,
                                                                                                               Maybelle Ponferrada

Poem to God

In God's Eyes
I don't understand why they treat us this way,
We are not that different, inside were all the same,
We should not be judged by our religion or the color of our face,
Because in the end, we're all running this same race,

I wake up each day and I want to run away,
Away from this world of cruelty and shame,
And I think of the joy that our world could have,
If we all stop this madness and never forget that in God's eyes,

we are all the Same.