LITERARY PIECES FROM CURRENT HS STUDENTS

 

ART IN WORDS

A flower of summer love

By: Maicah Marie A. Pamfilo
 
I have always loved your summer glow
Your eyes so expressive of life's gold
Possession of a manly vision,
You are the face of my perfection.
Lips of yours so blessed with calm radiance.
Your words are of Apollo's wisdom.
Your shadow, a symbol of respect
As you stand by like a rock of strength
What makes the sun heat up the summer?
T'was your fiery passion for its essence.
The enthusiasm that you exert,
The patience you give
Everything that you do makes me love summer too.
I consider you a blooming flower,
In between two other flowers which are your brothers
You are different and I admire you.
My heart fell in love with you
The flower, you, which reached full bloom
It was your fragrance that made me feels light and calm
The brilliant color of yours that shine like the sun
A ray of light from your smile brings out hope
When I gazed at you on the final summer's nightfall
It was the time that I last saw your soul
Our bloom finally went off to the moon
And I'll never see you till the next summer blooms.

 
Nang inisip mong hindi ako nakatingin
 
By:Catherine B. Coronel
Nang iniisip ming di ako nakatingin, nakita kitang
Isinabit mo ang una kobg drawing at dahil
Doon ginusto ko pa ulit gumawa.
Nang iniisip mong di ako nakatingin, nakita kitang
Pinakain ang pusang gutom at naisip kong
Dapat akong maging mabait sa hayop.
Nang iniisip mong di ako nakatingin, nakita kitang
Nagpahiram ng payong noong malakas ang ulan,
At naisip kong maging matulungin din sa ibang tao.
Nang iniisip mong di ako nakatingin, nakita kitang
Pinagluto mo ako ng paburito kong tsamporado
At naisip kong gusto mong palagi akong busog at malusog.
Nang iniisip mong di ako nakatingin, naramdaman ko
Ang paghalik mo sa akin bago ako matulog
At naisip kong ako ay mahal na mahal mo.
Nang iniisip mong di ako nakatingin, nakita kitang
Nanalangin at naisip ko na may tunay
Na diyos na dapat kong laging dalanginan
Nang iniisip mong di ako nakatingin, tumingin ako
At gusto kong magpasalamat sa iyo
Sa lahat ng nakita ko…
Nang iniisip mong di ako nakatingin.

 
Simulan natin sa tahanan
 
By:Catherine B. Coronel
Alam ng lahat na ang edukasyon ay nagsisimula sa tahanan. Subalit hindi batid ng marami ang lalong malalim na kahulugan nito para sa mga tunay na cristiano.
Pinapangarap ng mga bagong kasal ang pagkakaroon ng nga anak na huhubugin nila sa pagiging mabuti at responsableng mamamayan na may matatag na kabuhayan. Ito ang nagbubunsod sa kanila upang itatag ang maligaya at mapayapang sambahayan.
Mula pa sa murang gulang ng kanilang mga anak sinisikap ng mga magulang na subaybayan ang pag-unlad ng mga ito. ibinibigay nala sa kanila ang mga pangangailangan at ang pagkakataong kumilos na may kalayaan. Sumasali rin sila sa paglalaro ng m,ga bata at buong tiyagang nakikipag-usap sa mga ito. bagaman ang pag sasaliyt nila ay maikli, payak, at paputol-putol pa.
Bahagi ng paghahanda para sa pormal na pag-aaral ng mga anak ang pagsasalaysay sa kanila ng mga kwentong pambata; pagpapasaulo at pagpapabigkas ng mga "nursery rhymes"; pagtuturo sa hudgis, kulay, at sukat; pagsasanay sa pag-upo at pakikinig sa loob ng humigit-kumulang 30 minuto; at pagpapagaya sa tunog ng iba’t ibang mga hayop.
Upang matuto ng wastong pakikipagkapwa-tao pinapayagan ng mga magulang na makipaglaro at makihalubilo ang kanilang mga anak sa ibang bata habang sinusubaybayan nila ang kilos at pag-uugali ng mga ito. ganito nila inihahanda ang kanilang mga anak sa pagharap sa isang bagong daigdig na lubhang naiiba sa kanilang kinamulatang tahanan-sa paaralan, kung saan makakasama nila ang mga kamag-aral na hindi pa nila nakikilala.
Upang maging listo at maliksi, tinuturuan ang mga bata na mga pananalitang wasto para sa kanilang pakikisalamuha sa kanilang kapwa. Itinuturo rin sa kanila ang alpabeto. At ang baybay ng kanilang sariling pangalan tinuturuan din sila ng pagbilang.
Subalit mayroon ding mga magulang na hindi nagpapahalagang mabuti sa paghahanda ng saligan ng kinabukasan ng kanilang mga anak. Ang lumalaking bilang ng ganitong magulang na abalang abala sa paghahanap buhay ay nasisiyahang iwan na lang ang kanilang mga anak sa pangangalaga ng mga yaya na ang karamihan sa mga ito ay kupas sa kakayahan at malasakit upang sumubaybat sa mga bata. Ang ibang magulan naman ay laging abala sa panonood ng telebisyon o pangangapit-bahay na dahil dit’y napapabayaan na ang kanilang mga anak.ang ganitong mga mal;ing gawi ay tiyak na magbubunga ng masama sa kanilang mga anak.
Samantalang,pagsapit ng bata sa wastong gulang upang mag-aral, karaniwang itinitiwala ng mga magulang sa paaralan ang pananagutang magturo sa kanilang anak. Subalit hindi maaaring maipagtagumpay nang mag-isa ng paaralan ang tunay na diwa ng edukasyon na ito;y ang paghubog sa pagkatao ng mga bata. Maging sa paaralan ay matatagpuan ang kabataang nasasangkot sa kaguluhan at karahasan, at nalululong sa iba’t ibang bisyo tulad ng paggamit ng ipinagbabawal na gamot.
Kung gayon, sa ano nagkulangang ang edukasyon? Nagkulan ito sa labis na pagbibigay-diin sa mga karunungang sumasalungat sa tunay na relihiyon, gaya ng ebolusyon, materyalismo, relatibismo, at iba pa. Sa halip na pahalagahan ang mga aral ng Diyos, binibigyang-diin nito ang mga paksang nauukol sa buhay na ito o mga bagay na panlupa lamang.
Dahil dito, dapat maunawaan ng mga magulang na ang pagtuturo ng relihiyon sa kanilang mga anak ay dapat magsimula sa tahanan samantalang ang mga ito ay musmos pa.
Kaya, kapag sinabi nating ang edukasyon ay nagsisimula sa tahanan, ito’y nangangahulugang tungkulin ng mga magulang na magturo ng mga aral at simulating cristiano bilang saligan ng pakatuto ng kanilang mga anak. Ito ang dapat simulan sa loob ng tahanan.

 
TO EXPRESS NOT TO IMPRESS
A Call for Responsibility
By: Derick Dimla
 
"With great power comes great responsibility." I’m more than a superhero, more powerful than Spiderman and mightier than Superman. They hold up vast responsibility and hide themselves from fame with their puzzled mask. What if I was sent from another planet, bitten by a spider, fortuned with a barbell or bequeathed with a stone?
TENG AND NARDA….
My mind keeps telling me to be responsible, to be a man with super power forcing me to write this article. I was reminded of this guy; actually he’s my classmate, who was signature by the name of Captain Barbell. It started when they had a role playing in our room and he played the role of Captain Darna. How could it be? He acts like a gay (but he’s not) and holds a dumbbell as he shout "Captain Darna". Anyway, darnas and capt.barbells are the GNCians. They, we, possess different powers, different talents, different personalities and abilities. But somehow, we (including me) don’t know how to use these dominions as opposed to waste it and throw in cans of garbage. How can we have a prosperous and lasting GNC if we are kind of students who only care of themselves and not of the others? Where is the responsibility? Things were left undone. Rizal, too, emphasized that youths are the only hopes of this falling nation. And it should be with me and you. We should learn.
FROM CLASSIC TO ROCK MUSIC…..
Bands…a vocalist, lead guitarist, bassist and drummer. With these four members, a band can craft their own music. Who must be the songwriter? note placer? melody formulator? I think it is the band leader-the vocalist. Voice is much needed than other sounds. Without melody, a song can be sing. But, you can’t make a song without a lyrics. Right? Do you know Maksim? A piano player who strikes the keyboard as fast as he can as if the piano can sing. It seems like the notes are speaking. He made me believe that music is not just with lyrics but on how it is played. One of his great piece is "Flight of the Bumble Bee". One more thing I want to tackle is the hard metal music of Metallica.
From the word METALLICA you can probably think of a noise. Music is against noise but, music is my noise. Every strum a heavy strum, a dangerous sound, makes me alive. Whenever I hear this rock music, my head bangs and in my heart beats together with the drum. I love rock music. It is my passion. Thus, music and noise are responsible of keeping people alive. Without music, life dies.
APOSTLE TO THE GENTILES…
No other than St. Paul. He spread the good news of our Salvation, wrote some epistles, and encourage his men to be servant of Christ. What is the difference of apostle and disciples? It’s for you to guess. Let’s go back to our values classes. I could say that he’s better than the scribes, Sadducees, Pharisees and teachers of the Law. Still, he acknowledge himself as nothing, a servant of God. This meekness is a kind of responsibility from humility to lowliness. He had the great mercy for the unsaved souls. We, too, are tasked to be herald of good news but never place yourself as the god. We are servants not Master. This time, don’t let your selfishness smothered you. If this happen, you’ll be struggled with God’s wrath for He is fair.
INTO YOUR HANDS…
When we had our vocational talk, we are told of this story. Others reflect and others understand it and others know it well. A young man, way to his school, was amazed with this dove on his head. He doesn’t know what he should do with this dove. Minutes passed and he had a plan. The plan goes like this "I’ll place this dove on my back with my fingers on its head. I’ll twist it if the beggar guesses the dove was dead and if not, I’ll let it fly freely so that the beggar will see how lively the dove was". So, he went on the front of the chapel performing his trick. He asked the beggar as the plan proposed. The beggar said, "Into your hands, the judgment will be. If I’ll say the dove is alive, you’ll twist its head as opposed, you’ll let the dove fly if ever I would tell you it’s dead". Here, the decision is ours. Are we going to twist its head o let it fly?
PEN, A SWORD…
Not all of us are good writers. To unleash the beast, one must have info, facts, determination and a heart-a heart of justice and fairness must work on us and sprint our dangerous mind for every word to be written is more potent than a two-bladed sword. One late night, it was already 11:00pm when I finished all my stuffs for tomorrow’s activity. I had released my energy and tried to look some food stored in the refrigerator. I ate and rested for a while. Before lying in my bed, I opened up the T.V. and searched channels. I was inspired when I heard news as regards the journalism. It is more than responsible journalism. Writing is a battle that when you go through, you can’t easily leave. So, here I just wanted to clear to every reader that it is not easy to write. It takes too much time. We need our palms and fingers get wounded to manifest truth. That is how writer should write.
A WARRIOR IS A CHILD…
"They don’t know that I come running home when I fall down. They don't know who picks me up when no one is around." These were likely most with the words of David, son of Jesse. He fell. He rose. He fought. That's how he lived. Are you aware of what cause David’s fall? A three-letter word which brought him down, it’s SIN. Nevertheless, God restored his conviction until time told him to pay. Pay the price and win. The bigger price would mean the bigger triumph, the bigger responsibility to handle.
"I drop my sword and cry for just a while, ‘coz deep inside these armor, a warrior is a child". Everyone has the weakness, he may be strong but this is not the basis for being perfect. So, leave to God all things we can’t do.
THE CHALLENGE¦
Will you be the next Teng? What will you do with the dove? Are you going to follow the footsteps of St. Paul? How will you rock your world? Were your pen serves your sword instead, of blood? Is David's spirit in you?
 

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