Literature

Literature

A POEM FOR "HER"

SHE SITS COMFORTABLY in her pink kiddie chair

Energetic mood exudes her cute and glowing face

Noisily exploring her Barbie dolls, wooden toys and kinder books

Now it hits me that she’s almost turning five in 3 weeks…

All I could think of is how to make her pleased ...

'Footprint': A blog on 'keeping a blog'

 

The prolific blogger, MIA SARAH T. PERIDO, is a nurse in a hospital in Cavite, Philippines. (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com)

I HAVE THIS HABIT of searching random blogs online. As I type this, I am scanning the blogs of some models and musicians. The entries are filled with huge pictures. They speak about themselves. They show off the things they have bought; dresses, makeup, perfume. They are stunning on every shot: attractive, smiling. They portray the finer things in life ...

BITCH

I BURIED HER TODAY
With my own hands
I dug a hole deep enough
To conceal her cold corpse
With my own hands
I lay her to her grave
Watched the soil
Welcome her to eternal peace
Then I stomped upon her grave
With my own feet
To level it with the ground
And leave no trace ...
 

SOME RULES FOR A HAPPY MARRIAGE

This is an article contributed by a housewife from San Juan City, Philippines who is happily married for 5 years and blessed with a 4-year old daughter. (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com.)

 

... 1. Never be angry at the same time.
2. Never yell at each other unless the house is on fire.
3. If one of you has to win an argument, let it be your love.
4. If you love to criticize, do it lovingly.
5. Never bring up mistakes of the past.
6. Neglect the whole world rather than each other ...
 

'My Imperfect Life': A teen-ager's sentiment

LORAINE CAJUCOM, the contributor, loves reading novels and watching movies. (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com.)


PRESSURES, SELF-DOUBT and stressors--these are my constant companions in life.

People around me might be thinking that I always get what I wanted and that I have helpers galore to assist me in doing even the simplest household chore. But let me share you a part of me. The side of me that I rarely let people see. A slight glimpse in my innermost thought regarding my very imperfect life.

CLUELESS THOUGHTS ABOUT LOVE

An article contributed by SARAH JANE DE MESA  from New Era University, Quezon City. (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com.)

I FEEL LIKE posting. This is another of my "love-related blogs" and to clear up further  misunderstandings, I am NOT and ABSOLUTELY NOT in love.

Well in the process maybe. I am merely influenced by the materials I have been reading and watching. I just wanted to blog about it. You know the feeling after you watch or read a love-related piece you are at times left wondering about stuff like "What is love?" or "Would it really hurt so much?" or "How much do we have to give just to get what we deserve?" And so I came to love.

'You Can Do It': One's poem for herself

 

 

A poem contributed by DIANNE DE GUZMAN PERLAS from Philippines.  This poem she composed during her high school days serves as her inspiration in finishing her course. (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com.)

 

YOU CAN DO IT
 
OTHERS THINK LIFE is so unfair,
They are always asking why and how,
It’s not easy to live and to travel far.
Achieving ones goal take times somehow.

A POEM TO MY DAUGHTER

A poem contributed by a psychology graduate in Saint Louis University, Baguio City.  She is a full-time wife to an educator and a mother to a 4-year old girl to whom the poem is dedicated. (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com.)

 

ONE CHILLY NIGHT in November, one special day
God granted me a gift I can never repay
It was four years ago but I can still remember
Your beautiful face, you were so tender

You are a star in the sky each time you smile
A very innocent child
You are sweet as honey
I feel like I can live without
money

My Monday poem

RUSTY SANCHEZ Jr., the contributor, was once the Editor in Chief of San Beda College (Mendiola). Currently working as Operation Manager of Guaranteed Marketing Services, Inc., he still believes that a drop of ink makes millions think. (You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com)


NEVER ENDING tell tale stories of misgivings
Unrelenting…Unforgiving
Breath of innocence, besieged by armors and arms
Misdirecting… Miscalculating...

Kissing my first love again

(Editor's note: LHYN PHYDES, the contributor, used to work in Malacañang Palace. Her current office is her kitchen... and she is the head of it. You, too, can have your articles published here. Send them through e-mail to OurHappySchool@yahoo.com.)

... I jumped and hopped and skipped to different jobs. Until I landed in a pit where I felt I fitted. I became one of the writers of a prominent (if not the most) person in the land. And writing paragraphs on Her behalf was such a big honor and pleasure. I loved my last job and that's where I felt contentment. But again, I left it to fulfill my other dream - to build my own family ...

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