IV-Own Composition
Turn Around Poem
I used to
skip my breakfast
But now I
prefer to eat in the morning
I used to
read text messages
But now I
prefer books
I used to
hate myself
But now I
prefer to love myself
I used to
talk much
But now I
prefer to listen more
I used to
walk
But now I
prefer to ride
I used to cry
But now I
prefer to smile
I used to
drink water before I sleep
But now I
prefer milk
I used to
play toys
But now I
prefer video games
I used to be
alone
But now I
prefer with my friends
I used to eat
junk foods
But now I
prefer healthy foods
I used to
sing
But now I
prefer to dance
I used to
play piano
But now I
prefer guitar
I used to
watch eat bulaga
But now I
prefer show time
I used to
think late at night
But now I
prefer to write it on my diary
I used to
believe in fairies
But now I
prefer ghosts
I used to
believe in fantasies
But now I
prefer reality
I used to be
your enemy
But now I
prefer to be your friend
I used to
sing a song
But now I
prefer to write a song
I used to buy
food
But now I prefer
to bring
I used to
wear shorts
But now I
prefer pajamas
I used to
wear slippers
I used to
wear earrings
But now I
prefer none
I used to
wear a ring
But now I
prefer none
I used to
take pictures
But now I
prefer to draw
I used to
wear t-shirts
But now I
prefer blouses
I used to
wear skirts
But now I
prefer jeans
I used to run
But now I
prefer to walk
I used to
wear eye glasses
But now I
prefer none
I used to hug
pillows
But now I
prefer teddy bears
I used to eat
meats
But now I
prefer also vegetables
I used to
have a gold fishes as my pet
But now I
prefer love birds
I used to be
weak
But now I
prefer to be strong
I used to
watch television
But now I
prefer to read books
I used to
drink juice
But now I
prefer to eat fruits
I used to
email my friends
But now I
prefer to chat
I used to
wake up late
But now I
prefer early
I used to eat
before taking a bath
But now I
prefer vice versa
I used to
like cartoons
But now I
love anime
I used to
sleep with my mother
But now I
prefer alone
I used to
sleep during day time
But now I
prefer only night time
I used to eat
breakfast
But now I
prefer drinking milk
I used to be
shy
But now I
prefer to be friendly
I used to
read love stories
But now I
prefer action stories
I used to be
late at class
But now I
prefer to be early
I used to
have a boyfriend
But now I
prefer to be single
I used to eat
with my foot on the chair
But now I
prefer proper sitting posture
I used to eat
canned goods
But n now I
prefer freshly cooked dish
I used to
hate vegetables
But now I
prefer to love it
I used to use
black ink ball pen
But now I
prefer blue
I used to
love color pink
But now I
prefer color purple
Contrast Poem
I ‘am not a
rug so you cannot wipe me
I ‘am not a
rug so you cannot make me dirty,
I ‘am not a
rug so you cannot laundry me,
I ‘am not a
rug so you cannot hang me,
I ‘am not a
rug so you cannot step on me.
I ‘am not a
paper so you cannot write on me,
I ‘am not a
paper so you cannot burn me,
I ‘am not a
paper so you cannot crumple me,
I ‘am not a
paper so you cannot draw on me,
I ‘am not a
paper so you cannot color me.
I ‘am not a
song so you cannot revise me,
I ‘am not a
song so you cannot disarranged me,
I ‘am not a
song so you cannot sang me,
I ‘am not a
song so you cannot relate on me,
I ‘am not a
song so you cannot speak through me.
I ‘am not a
guitar so you cannot sing with me,
I ‘am not a
guitar so you cannot tune me,
I ‘am not a
guitar so you cannot play with me,
I ‘am not a
guitar so you cannot make songs with me,
I ‘am not a
guitar so you cannot strum me.
I ‘am not a
dress so you cannot change me,
I ‘am not a
dress so you cannot wear me,
I ‘am not a
dress so you cannot display me,
I ‘am not a
dress so you cannot repair me,
I ‘am not a
dress so I cannot make you beautiful.
I ‘am not a
plate so you cannot eat with me,
I ‘am not a
plate so you cannot wash me,
I ‘am not a
plate so you cannot break me,
I ‘am not a
plate so you cannot put foods on me,
I ‘am not a
plate so you cannot use me.
I ‘am not
perfume so you cannot buy me,
I ‘am not
perfume so you cannot spray me,
I ‘am not
perfume so you cannot smell me,
I ‘am not
perfume so you cannot rub me,
I ‘am not
perfume so i cannot hide your true odor.
I ‘am not a
drug so you cannot take me,
I ‘am not a
drug so you cannot inject me,
I ‘am not a
drug so you cannot hide me,
I ‘am not a
drug so you cannot drink me,
I ‘am not a
drug so you cannot swallow me.
I ‘am not a
house so you cannot live within me,
I ‘am not a
house so you cannot clean me,
I ‘am not a
house so you cannot sleep within me,
I ‘am not a
house so you cannot walk within me,
I ‘am not a
house so you cannot cook within me.
I ‘am not a
fish so you cannot caught me,
I ‘am not a
fish so you cannot fry me,
I ‘am not a
fish so you cannot eat me,
I ‘am not a
fish so you cannot pet me,
I ‘am not a
fish so you cannot taste me.
Haiku Poem
I had felt
before,
These little
feelings of mine,
Without
knowing why.
The sunrise
is nice,
The red
flowers start to bloom,
The children
awake.
The grasses
are green,
The water and
air is clean,
And so does
the steam.
Many things
to do,
Even when
you’re on the floor,
Rub to make
it glow.
The
fireflies, fireflies,
Tiny lanterns
in the sky,
Make me stare
the night.
Sitting on my
chair,
And it seems
so very fair,
To have a
fair share.
Fooling
around me,
You make me
dumb and see,
That you‘re
not for me.
After
summer's rain,
God's promise
is remembered,
Glorious
rainbow.
Humbling the
Irish,
God's
creation of whiskey,
Preventing
world rule.
Butterfly in
class,
Learns
lessons along with kids,
Excellent
student.
Our new life
begin,
We wake up in
the morning,
To do useful
thing.
A flower in
bloom,
Music to the
bumble bee,
Beauty to the
eye.
The little
girl’s dresses,
Red beautiful
flowery silk,
Makes her
more pretty.
Mom watched over
me,
‘til I could
manage myself,
I still hear
her though.
Hear my heart
beating,
I ‘ll stay
with you forever,
Keeping a
promise.
Heart is
beating fast,
The feeling
of happiness,
Inspires me
to smile.
Holding his
warm hands,
Walking at
the lovely shore,
Moments I
treasured.
Love means
happiness,
Will
sacrifice everything,
Full of
emotions.
Singing our
theme song,
Seeing your
face with a smile,
Bond us
together.
The leaves keep falling,
Our nature is
in danger,
Still I'm
just staring.
Before I see green,
Today I see
deadly air,
Tomorrow will
end.
Creatures
have homes,
They call it
environment,
Humans ruin
them.
Hug every
tree you see,
Tomorrow
won’t be the same,
Green will
turn to brown.
The seed is
popping,
Sun is
helping it to grow,
Let it live
for years.
Let the moon appears,
As the
shining light goes,
Let all close
their eyes.
Sunlight melts the ice,
The water is
rising high,
Sea is
expanding.
Spiders climbing up,
Keep falling
from the strong wind,
Huge tall
trees help them.
I chopped
wood all day,
I bring
poisonous basket,
Now butterflies
are gone.
Creatures have homes,
They call it
environment,
Humans ruin
them.
The bath overflowed,
Bob suggested
Anne get out,
Simon got out
too.
As the wind
does blow,
Across
the trees, I see the
Buds blooming
in May.
Its cold—and
I wait,
For someone
to shelter me,
And take me
from here.
So I will
leave it
At bay; and
hope for the best
This better
new day.
The beaches
waves hit,
Sounding of
flooding water,
Soothes aches
all over.
To be a
leader,
One must
first dream then act out,
Fulfillment
is yours.
Silence
around us,
Our watchful
eyes hear the world,
Hands do the
talking.
Gracefully
slither,
He sneaks to
the net untouched,
With one
swing he scores.
The winter is
over,
Spring is
here hurray good cheer!
I am glad
it's here!
Fall is
almost here,
I like the
colorful leaves,
Others like
the fall too.
Snow falling slowly,
Blanketing
the trees and road,
Silence and
beauty.
White light
shining through,
Patterns
along the blank wall,
Brightening
my day.
I hear
crackling,
Crunch, of
today’s new found day,
And know it
won’t last.
Fallen sick
on a journey,
In dreams I
run wildly,
Over a
withered moor.
You
rice-field maidens!
The only
things not muddy,
Are the songs
you sing.
Behold the
ego,
Set in
glowing emptiness,
On the edge
of time.
The flap of a
bat,
Drip drip of
monsoon waters,
Ancient image
stares.
The morning
paper,
Harbinger of
good and ill,
I step over
it.
Whitecaps on
the bay:
A broken
signboard banging,
In the April
wind.
Green and
speckled legs,
Hop on logs
and lily pads,
Splash in
cool water.
In a pouch I
grow,
On a southern
continent ,
Strange
creatures I know.
Hearts
represent love,
Love is a
beautiful thing,
Valentine's
Day love.
Short Story
The Mysterious Beggar
By Damiana L. Eugenio
In the later part of the nineteenth
century, the small barrio of Carlota was inhabited by rich people who were
proud and vain of their wealth derived from the rich soil of the place. There
was plenty of everything and most of the people’s needs were imported from Spain
or China. The people’s wealth, however affected their way of life: they became
snobbish and haughty especially towards poor people. However, inspite of the
people’s snobbish attitude and their vanity, no calamity or dire event visited
the rich barrio.
One day, they appeared in the place an unknown
beggar whose body was covered with sores and whose clothes were tattered. He
seemed hungry and in need of rest for he appeared very tired. He went from
house to house asking for food and shelter for the night, but the people seeing
the dirty and tattered beggar, covered their noses and drove him away from
their doors. The beggar had approached almost all the houses whose owners
refused to give him both food and shelter. Later, in the poorest part of the
town, he was given food and shelter, by a poor blacksmith and his wife.
The
poor couple gladly shared with the beggar the food in the house and gave him
the best mat to sleep on.
Before
sunrise, the beggar woke up and then went on his way. But before he left the
house he told the couple not to go out of their house for two days and nights
as something was going to break out in the barrio. Then he left for unknown
place. The couple promised the beggar they would obey his instructions.
The
next morning the people of the barrio fell ill one by one, of an unknown
disease. By nightfall and the next day, almost everyone with the exception of
the blacksmith and his wife, had contracted the mysterious disease. It was a
dreadful disease, for the bodies of those ill were covered with sores from head
to foot. Hundreds died of the malady, for which there seemed to be no cure.
Those who survived were badly disfigured. Only the kind couple did not catch
the disease.
Later
it was found out that the dreaded disease was smallpox. Many people claimed
that was the curse of the beggar who was snubbed by the barrio people.
Characters:
People of small barrio
Unknown beggar
Poor blacksmith
Poor blacksmith’s wife
Point
of view: Narrator
Theme:
Be Generous
Settings:
In the later part of the nineteenth century, in small barrio of Carlota
Plot:
The story begins in a small barrio of Carlota where the people who lived there
was rich but they’re snobbish and naughty one day an unknown beggar came to
their place begging for food and shelter but unfortunately, no one help him
except to the poor blacksmith and his wife. After two days, many people died
and this is cause of the disease called smallpox. Blacksmith and his wife who
helped the beggar didn’t catch any sickness.
Conflict: The small barrio was infected by the dreaded disease many people
died without knowing what the cure is.
Denouement: Those who survived were disfigured and
they claimed that it was the
curse of the beggar who was snubbed by the people of the barrio.
Topic Outline
I.
Nineteenth
Century
1.
Plenty
2.
Unknown
Beggar
3.
Tired
II.
House
to house
1. Food and Shelter
2. Poor Couple
3. Share
III.
Sunrise
1. Unknown Disease
2. Sores
3. Curse
3.Cagayan Valley
3.Cagayan Valley
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