Lola's Poems

The following are the poems that my lola Nila can still sharply remember during her grade school years in 1955-1960. (No Plagiarism intended).


                        The Kite

I often seat and wish that I
Could be a kite up in the sky;
And ride upon the breeze and go
Whatever way it shines to blow.


Then I could look beyond the town
And see the river winding down;
And follow all ships that sails
Like me before a merry air


Until at last with wind I came
To some place with a foreign name.


                   
                            Arrow

I shoot an arrow into the air
It fells to earth I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong 
That it can follow the flight of song.


Long long afterwards in an oak
I found the arrow still  not broke 
And the song from beginning to end
I found again in the heart of a friend 



                                The Owl


Of all the quail berg I ever did see;
The owl is the quirest by part of me.


For all day long she sit on the tree;
And when the night comes flies he.

Desire

Busy nights and noisy street;
Lights are dim yet offers clear.
Beasts howl and screams on air
Oh! majestic night bring not despair!


Tallest trees and feet-trampled weeds
Sings and dances to the tunes of winds;
Oceans run high and low
A delightful evening 'tis aglow.


Cold night's hush puts souls ne'er rush
Rejoice for glory o'er dreams repay;
Walls of peace thou'est  protect
To them I care embraces and upkeep.


Oh night embrace me tight!
Tomorrow's dawn might take my sight
Lay me down on soft pillows roll;
Where serenity reigns all night long.

Life...

Life belongs to those who live to get the most out of it

It extends to those who find joy in daily living

And shortens to those who care less for it

Thus, live today as if you are to die tomorrow

Friends define life

Enemies propel it at its fullest

Soar high to zenith's heights
Seize the time while offers last


Extend happiness into unfathomable joy
Delight yourself with utmost perfection
Serve thy God in ways you think are pleasurable to Him
Propel life to its higher glory

Corruption

Woe to  Corruption.


Men perfectly dressed
Whose aims are for self-interest
May heaven strike down their evil deeds
For such is rightfully acclaim


Slackers drown to the oblivion's depth
Corruption succumbs the belittled
And enriches the be witched
Progress lies on the hands of the oppressed


Blasphemy pours out of sluggers' mouth
Change brings glory to paths
Strive hard for tomorrow's cause
Laugh for honesty done


Poverty creeps over idleness
Embark on productive things
Glory onward progress' ways
Alas! Corruption here it ends