OBRA MAESTRA

A BOOK OF POETRY EFÍMERO obra maestra CACAPIT, CLOMA, CONTRERAS LAZATIN, MIRAFLOR, VALES

HAIKU A COLLECTION OF HAIKU POETRY Be Free Birds flock together In the tree, leaves are dancing The wind blows gently David Contreras Inner Tranquility Summer is so near The beach waves are calling me Beauty calming breeze David Contreras Colored Sky The sun is shining Lord, I thank you everyday A miracle one David Contreras Beauty Your beauty above Can capture anyone’s eyes Cool, heavenly sky Brianna Miraflor Sign of the Times If one can foresee The pandemic and the plague Should we act freely? Back when we were young Life was filled with songs and fun Now, happy songs were sung Ric Vales

CINQUAIN A COLLECTION OF CINQUAIN POETRY Kite Colorful. Beautiful. Friends Flying. Climbing. Soaring. Rising. Supportive. Loyal. How lovely it flies. Sail high. David Contreras Bonding. Sharing. Helping. Caring. Makes the best memories. Buddies, pals. Stone David Contreras Rough. Smooth. Stepping. Building. Rolling. Throwing. Rock at the bottom. Pebble, gem. Moon David Contreras Storm Night time, bright Glimmering, reflecting, lighting The natural light of the night sky Glaring Earl Cacapit Windy, raining Pouring, blowing, wetness The grey clouds and sky Drizzle Earl Cacapit

FREE VERSE A COLLECTION OF FREE VERSE POETRY Chasmic Warmth You found me crying in the corner While the rain is pouring and the cold is slowly starting to creep in, you embraced me with your arms softly and whispered “I promise that you will never suffer alone again.” After hearing those words with your lovely voice, I felt like someone just saved me before I get drowned. The loneliness that I felt disappeared, and my surroundings became bright like there is still hope to be happy again. You saved me that day, you became my constant. And now that I'm ready to return the love that you’ve showed me I assure you that I will do anything to make you the happiest man in this world full of chaos I promise that I will cherish every each of our memories together and I promise that I will always love you, my love. Brianna Miraflor A Life With My Family My family is the greatest work of God. They will do anything, whether it's to lend a hand or to mend a broken heart. We're always going to cry and laugh together, always together. Times are tough, but I'm never going to be alone because I have the love of my amazing family. Watching my brother grow, is a memory that our family will never let go of. I'm so lucky to have a family like this. Thank you so much for my family, all you're doing. All the ups and downs are still going to continue, but we're going to stay one. Ron Lazatin

ACROSTIC A COLLECTION OF ACROSTIC POETRY A Family F - Fiercely loyal to those we love. A - Accepting each for who and what they are. M - Matchless in our hopes and dreams for one another. I - Instilling pride in our hard-fought legacy. L - Learning about our past guides us in the future. Y - You love and cherish the people of your heart. Ron Lazatin Wind W – Wayward is the gale that waits for no one on life’s long trail I – In time, she has come to seek the calm that it brings for she was past her prime N – No worries nor regrets, only the happiest of memories and the steadiest of final breaths D – Death embraces her upon the church bell’s cry. Finally, the spring breeze has passed her by. Sheia Cloma

LIMERICK A COLLECTION OF LIMERICK POETRY A Guy Named Paul There once was a guy named Paul Who liked to play football Each day he plays for fun Until he can not run Who knew that was the reason why he’s tall? Earl Cacapit The Girl With The Dress There once was a girl with a dress Who wore it for the coming guests Then she saw a little a tear She quickly had to repair After it was fixed, she was not in distress Earl Cacapit

BALLAD A COLLECTION OF BALLAD POETRY The Path To The Past To turn back time, a power everyone prays for So they can go back and undo the past As they continue to look for the door Time starts to run out, how long will they last? The endless search for the impossible door Seemed to have paid off, they say But when they opened it, they fell on the floor The words uttered, “I guess it’s time to pay” Now they’ve realized where they were “The door led to the Future” they gasped At first, the reason was a blur “Why is there a door for the future? But not for the past?” “No one can go back,” an old man said. “You looked for something that didn’t exist,” “Instead of thinking, the life you could’ve led,” “You wasted time, now look what you’ve missed.” And there they were, slapped by the truth That the past is only to be learned from Now that the tree bore its fruits, Back in the present, they roam Ric Vales

BALLAD A COLLECTION OF BALLAD POETRY She Who Was Aphrodite Back when the winds were young and I was only a little girl Father dearest always made sure to remind me of my power To launch a thousand ships even more than Helen could For he claims that I was as beautiful as the loveliest flower My darling mother would add, with her lips curved into a smile, “O, you would grow up to be like me! Truly a charming belle.” Now that I’ve grown to the peak of my adolescence, I wonder Did my mother enjoy the feeling of breaking hearts as well? I relish in your pathetic gazes of admiration and praise Your sorry attempts in hopes of being able to sneak a glance O, I wonder, just how delightful would it be If I were to tell you that you had no chance? “Please, spare me a single minute,” You cry. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give up just to have you.” I yawn, the absurdly comical dialogue making me drowsy And so, I’ve decided that your rejection was long overdue Words finally leave my lips, words I’ve said to so many before “How I pity people like you, those who believe that they’re of any worth.” I hold back the temptation to grin as your face twisted to that of horror Though I know very well that my eyes were brimming with mirth Tears brim your face, utter desperation laced in your voice Blood gracefully painted on my hands as if it were the finest of art The scarlet hue second only to the sight of you on your knees A low chuckle escapes me, for I know that I’ve successfully broken your heart. Sheia Cloma

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