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Holy Sonnet 10 John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;

For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow

Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,

Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee do go,

Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.

Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,

And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well

And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

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Jolography Paolo Manalo

O, how dead you child are, whose spoiled

Sportedness is being fashion showed

Beautifuling as we speak – in Cubao

There is that same look: Your Crossing Ibabaw,

Your Nepa Cute, Wednesdays

Baclaran, “Please pass. Kindly ride on.”

Tonight will be us tomorrowed-

Lovers of the Happy Meal and its H,

Who dream of the importedness of sex as long as it’s

Pirated and under a hundred, who can smell

A Pasig Raver in a dance club. O, the toilet

Won’t flush, but we are moved, doing the gerby

In a plastic bag; we want to feel the grooves

Of the records, we want to hear some scratch-

In a breakaway movement, we’re the shake

To the motive of pockets, to the max.

The change is all in the first jeep

Of the morning’s route. Rerouting

This city and its heart attacks; one minute faster

Than four o'clock, and the next

Wave that stands out in the outdoor crowd

hanging with a bunch of yo-yos-

A face with an inverted cap on, wearing all

Smiles the smell of foot stuck between the teeth.

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Soledad Angela Manalang-Gloria

It was a sacrilege, the neighbors cried,

The way she shattered every mullioned pane

To let a firebrand in. They tried in vain

To understand how one so carved from pride

And glassed in dream could have so flung aside

Her graven days, or why she dared profane

The bread and wine of life for some insane

Moment with him. The scandal never died.

But no one guessed that loveliness would claim

Her soul’s cathedral burned by his desires

Or that he left her aureoled in flame…

And seeing nothing but her blackened spires,

The town condemned this girl who loved too well

and found her heaven in the depths of hell.

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Love Story Conrado S. Ramirez

I walked last summer into the barrio of Niyugan.

A pretty girl was singing at a lighted door;

Now a woman sits weeping at my darkened window:

I walked last summer into the barrio of Niyugan…

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Day on the Farm Luis G. Dato

I’ve found you fruits of sweetest taste and found you

Bunches of duhat growing by the hill,

I’ve bound your arms and hair with vine and bound you

With rare wildflowers but you are crying still.

I’ve brought you all the forest ferns and brought you

Wrapped in green leaves cicadas singing sweet,

I’ve caught you in my arms an hour and taught you

Love’s secret where the mountain spirits meet.

Your smiles have died and there is no replying

To all endearment and my gifts are vain;

Come with me, love, you are too old for crying,

The church bells ring and I hear drops of rain.

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Deception Antonio Sonia de Veyra

ten floors up

a lizard

punctual

at six o'clock

crawls down

stopping

every now

and then

along the

slender

tree trunk

and kisses

the ground

nitrified

loam of the

arboretum

ten floors

up.

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The Sick Rose William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

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Moonlight in Manila Bay Fernando M. Maramang

A light, serene, ethereal glory rests

Its beams effulgent on each crestling wave;

The silver touches of the moonlight wave

The deep bare bosom that the breeze molests;

While lingering whispers deepen as the wavy crests Roll with weird rhythm, now gay, now gently grave; And floods of lambent light appear the sea to pave- All cast a spell that heeds not time‘s behests.

Not always such the scene; the din of fight

Has swelled the murmur of the peaceful air;

Here East and West have oft displayed their might; Dark battle clouds have dimmed this scene so fair; Here bold Olympia, one historic night, Presaging freedom, claimed a people‘s care.

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Be Beautiful, Noble Like Antique Ant Jose Garcia Villa

Be beautiful, noble, like the antique ant,

Who bore the storms as he bore the sun,

Wearing neither gown nor helmet,

though he was archbishop and soldier:

Wore only his own flesh

Salute characters with gracious dignity:

Though what these are is left to

Your own terms. Exact: the universe is

Not so small but these will be found

Somewhere. Exact: they will be found

Speak with great moderation: but think

With great fierceness, burning passion:

Though what the ant thought

No annuals reveal, no his descendants

Break the seal.

Trace the tracelessness of the ant,

Every ant has reached this perfection.

As he comes, so he goes,

Flowing as water flows,

Essential but secret like a rose.

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Lyric 17 Jose Garcia Villa

First, a poem must be magical,

Then musical as a sea-gull.

It must be a brightness moving

And hold secret a bird’s flowering.

It must be slender as a bell,

And it must hold fire as well.

It must have the wisdom of bows

And it must kneel like a rose.

It must be able to hear

The luminance of dove and deer.

It must be able to hide

What it seeks, like a bride.

And over all I would like to hover

God, smiling from the poem’s cover

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Compilation of memes for LIT1 :>>>

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p.s. I edited the posters myself. tnx canva!! 😙

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angelica 🚩 jk here's some "of fish, flies, dogs, and women" memes

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Of Fish, Flies, Dogs, and Women Timothy R. Montes

Dead fish tends to stink like life neglected of love, that's why one has to serve as a guardian; a protector from buzzing flies of problems up ahead. Of Fish, Flies, Dogs, and Women by Timothy R. Montes showcases the story of a battered wife struggling to sell her fishes, narrating how she met the sweet and innocent daughter of Atty. Sabate, Angelica, who has been the talk of the town, saying she is pregnant 👀. It shows the story of two mothers trying their best to fight against this foul cruel world and how their courage to continue roots from their love for their children. For even if they have different statuses, Angelica and Maria still share the same obligation as a mother and that is to be the guardian of their children from the vile smell of reality, for them to preserve their purity. As a mother or as a wife, either way they're woman, a human deserving to live in this world worthy of respect and attention, not any less than a man.

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"Touchmove" memes 😝

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Touchmove Peter Mayshle

A boy and a man classified in how they see women: as objects or an equal. Touchmove by Peter Mayshle tells the story of two lads, Roman and his masseur brother who shared his sensual encounter with a rain-soaked woman at the massage parlor, all while playing chess. It started as if something erotic would happen but as the story went further, I had that astonishment, similar to those of the masseur, that what's happening is beyond what are eyes can comprehend; it's about being noticed, not just seen. It dwells on the topic of abuse done against women, and how some men doesn't given that much attention to it because they never saw women as equals, not even merely as humans, they see them only as objects that can gratify their pleasure. It's kind of comforting but mostly sad that only those with a heart of a man are capable of perceiving the true worth and value of a woman.

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some of "the use of force" memes I made hehe