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Transcript of E U N I C E
“THE COLLECTIONS”
presents........
The Dearest Poems of the Poets of our Generation…..
Bayangan, KarenCas-ing, Daniel
Gonzales, Ruby AnnLillef, Jeremy
Opinaldo, Ma. EuniceVinluan, Ruth
“NEWLY BOUGHT BIKE OF MINE”Of: Ma. Eunice P. Opinaldo.
On the middle of the dayAt the peak of sun’s raysCame to me a great thrill
Of strolling to an open viewWith my newly bought bike
Asking Papa, “Can I go with my bike?”
Gladly, he let me, for just oneOne great reminder, “ just beside the house.”
Pretendingly, I nod, knowing I’m notJust to be there, but, somewhere far beside there.
Strolling, strolling, strollingAs those of my bike was rolling
As I go to the open viewSeeing all people around as to play
Along the grounds of subdivisions park
Suddenly, a man with a conspicuous lookCame near to me, asking for
For some favor, of ifHe can use this newly bought bike of mine
Letting me know he has something toGet of I don’t knowI nod, and let him.
Seconds and minutes I’ve wait for him
As I see the sun’s rays goes downI’m bit confused, I’m bit afraid.
Not knowing it takes hours of waitingUntil realizing that you’ve taken away from me
The newly bought bike of mine.
My good petJeremy Lillef
A beautiful nature around meThe mountain and trees that I always seeThat gives energy in my daily activityAnd I do it day by day.
I work and play everydayI do it night and dayMy soul and body likes to fly awayIt is because I’m too busy like a bee
The night came and the day passedBecause I enjoy working the time is too fastI want to sleep but I can’tSo I guard the house a lot of manna.
In a room my body was laid on bedBut I feel something and I’m not to stayThere’s something creeping and playingSo I called his attention and he barked.
“TOYCARS”Of: Ma. Eunice P. Opinaldo.
You’re there again. So gladBeing with your tiny enchanting toy cars
You’re there again. CreatingMaking a world of your own
A world of whereYour control is dwelling
I can’t help but to chuckle
From the distance – II can see, those smiles
Those infectious joy thatObsess you my bro, can be
As true as the cheer of a babe
For anything, everythingThat brings pleasure to you
You let these to be compact with your world of playThat thrills more your game
Even the one others think of no use
Huge books on our shelfGlassy cups and plates on dish containerIs lied before your eyesTo make complete ofYour world of play throughThe middle age of our house
I hear those bangs and cracksVaried sounds of clashes along wallsOf those dropping toy cars of yoursOf flying books, plates and glasses
And with those you’re filled with joyOn the point of noticing nothing
My Importanceby: Ruth Vinluan
How special am I You gave me everything You keep on looking at me Checking everything to be right Keeping hazards away from me Preparing everything I need Giving the best for me Sometimes even expensive Asking others how was it What do they think Trying to make me perfect That no one can say anything After a while, what did you do? Ignore me and throw me away Well who am I to you? I’m just a used napkin.
Of: Karen Bayangan
REVERSE
Days start againWith mask in my face
That I cannot remove itBecause I’m not on it
Activities were done
Without being serious on itBecause of masked ignorance
That deny the real I am
Until dark comes inMy misery comes outSecret comes revealsAnd unknown denied
Night claims me to be true
Because darkness sets me freeNot like the brightest dayThat hinders me to be free
COVERED WITH SOILBy: Karen Bayangan
Real sound comes along my way Gold, silvers of what I see The throne of king that amaze me Surrounding with wings maybe. Walking through this metallic element Something attracts me a lot Creature that once I belong That’s realization comes along Now that soil already covered me It’s too late to say what I say But hear my whisper Daddy Because you’re my foundation in a day Your love defeats my violations Your words challenges me To stand I my own feet Engaging me to a real relationship
Zany became crazyBy: Ruth Vinluan
We tend to be happy ‘ though we’re not Laugh because everybody’s laughing Pretending we don’t know how to cry Giving advice to problems we don’t encounter Making people happy While we’re in sorrow Being Zany to someone For we want to be happy Escaping the reality Hiding the real you And become zany to others Making their life so colorful At the end of the day You are again alone and No one’s willing to be a zany for you Until you become crazy
OF: DANIEL CAS -ING
Perfect combination
Stressed at night but comfortableWhen I used to seat on you butt.
And used to lay on your headOoh, how magnificent you are.
I might not be without elongated neck
That comprises your soft butt and headYou make me big and you make me smallWhenever I pulled your one hand along
Along your shiny one leg, but most of allYour five feet with five wheel
Of foundation that makes you beautiful.
ABUSE
Of: Ruby Ann Gonzales
Happiness hides its face from me Loneliness is my company The past that I can’t replace My life is like the air that I can’t activate Every morning is a misery day for me Suffering makes me a slavery Memory I can’t erase The love I can’t embrace I don’t know what love means to me It’s like a gold that was stolen from me I know this story is my crown I can stand even I fall on the ground
MURDER OF JEALOUS
By Jeremy Lillef
The day of the eventI don’t expect that sceneWhen I saw a body drainedThe blood flew and the dead laid
But I don’ know what to doI kill my best friend by bowAnd a knife that I used, I threwMy conscience is telling me not to go
So the policeman came to meTied my hand of sin and I seeI see a blood in his body layBecause of the alcohol I took, he paid
Now, I’m in a vertical iron roomI can’t forget the day I kill the groomToday is he’s marriage but he is in the tombBecause I’m jealous in the bride and the throne.
Key to RunBy: Daniel Cas-ing
Shopping under the rain Enjoys whatever it sees Laughing with no reasons Then locked by multiple eyes I tried to find the key But it took me long until – Unlocked by a well – known stranger My heart jumps as he wanted to run My body wanted too, But too late to run Then I found myself wiping the stairs
By the magic of “basi”
I WANT, SAITH GOD
BY: RUBY ANN GONZALES
I want my people well.
I have desired for my people to walk
in health.I have desired for
my people toKnow how to walk
in health.
I want my people to know how to take
my Word.And stand on my
Word.And receive my healing power
And know that I am the Lord.
I want my people to walk with me.
In health and in life and know the good
thingsThat I have
prepared for them.
In the beginning, Was the Word,
and the Word was with God, and the Word was God....
-The Book of John