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SCAVENGER HUNT

Title of Poem

Author

Your Six-Word Impressions about the  Poem

1.     Lyric 17

Jose  Garcia Villa

Poem of essential characteristics for life.

2.     The Sick Rose

William  Blake

A poem of repercussions in life.

3.     Deception

Antonino  Soria de Veyra

Adventures  of life are so exciting

4.     Day on the Farm

Luis  G. Dato

Unconditional  love and inspiring one another.

5.     Problem Is

Conchinita  R. Cruz

A straightforward  poem towards the society.

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PROBLEM IS

Problem Is by: Conchitina R. Cruz They say poor Filipinos multiply like rabbits since they have nothing to do but fuck. Living in houses with room only for the inevitable brush of the hand against the buttock in between chores, on the way to switch channels to the daily noontime show, no money and little space lead to nowhere but to coupling. We used to joke and call our selves typical Filipinos, broke and empty-handed, when all we did was touch, and for all the movies we missed, fancy dinners we didn’t have, books we borrowed but never owned, we compensated by making love. You told me not to worry, that someday the worst would end, just a couple of right moves and it would be over. Should I have told you then we’d never been better, should I have told you then to hold your tongue, but we had no room for such words. We were rabbits, Seeking the other side, bent on Crossing the pasture.

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DAY ON THE FARM

Day on the Farm

 By: 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

Deception 

By: Antonino Soria 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

The Sick Rose

BY: 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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Lyric 17

Lyric 17

by 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.