IV.   MY COMPOSITIONS

                                         'HAIKU POEM'

                             A flower in a bloom
                             Music to the eye
                             Beauty to the eye
  
                                           Light of the moon
                                          Moves west, flowers' shadows
                                          Creep eastward.

                              Everything I touch
                             with tenderness, alas,
                            pricks like a bramble.

                                    An afternoon breeze
                                   expels cold air, along with
                                   the fallen brown leaves.

                          after summer's rain
                        God's promise is remembered
                        glorious rainbow 

                                    Ladybugs are red,

                                   And have black spots on their wings.

                                    Experts at flying.

                   The bee flies quickly.

                   It turns around and stings me.

                  Then falls to the ground.

                            As the wind does blow
                           Across the trees, I see the
                          Buds blooming in May

                I walk across sand
               And find myself blistering
               In the hot, hot heat

                         Falling to the ground,
                        I watch a leaf settle down
                        In a bed of brown.

              A fat bee stings me,

              It hurts very badly but,

              I do not cry though.

An old silent pond...               A frog jumps into the pond,              splash! Silence again.

                   Baseball is starting
                   Spring is finally here yes!
                The bees are buzzing.

 Spring, nature wakes up
Flowers and trees are blooming
Animals are coming out!

       Beaches are open
      Strong waves are hitting the rocks
      Kids are coming back.

 Leaves flying around
The leaves are touching my head
Smell the fresh crisp air

       I see bees fly
      Nature Flowers are blooming.
     Birds build their new homes.

 Green grass in April
Birds begin to sing in trees
Children playing outside

       Butterflies hatch.
      Bees drink the juice from flowers.
     Bees fly everywhere.

Sick on a journey-
Over parched fields
Dreams wander on. 

          The butterflies dance
          Brilliant colors of rainbows
         Rippling like water.

Warm sun glinting,
thousands
of unexpected pools.

      I am first with five
      Then seven in the middle --
     Five again to end.

 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.

 Easter bunny hides
Easter eggs are out of sight
Kids look everywhere

        Spring is in the air
       Flowers are blooming sky high
      Children are laughing

 Sand scatters the beach
Waves crash on the sandy shore
Blue water shimmers

       Snowflakes are our friends
      They descend when winter comes
     Making white blankets

 You use computers
IPods, mobiles, cameras
Why not write letters?

       High up in the sky
     They flop, flip, plop, skip, and fly
     But I always fall!
  
 Hearts represent love
Love is a beautiful thing
Valentine's Day love

       Ana and Fanny
     They are equal looking twins
     But which twin is which?

 Mom’s really angry
Because our baby is flat
I ironed Julie…

           But one day a year
          We help animals and care
         Since nature is rare

 If we care for earth
We'll have a healthy nature
Like on nature's birth

       I wish that our world
     Our life, our space, our nature
     Were one unity

 A pencil drawing
To make a picture
As nice of the morning sun


      Bellow the water
     Waits gold, silver, brass, and more
     For someone to come

 Islands and islands
Scattered across the oceans
How many exist?

        Santa is making
       Some super duper presents
      For all good children

Ten little angels
Dancing very merrily
To make children laugh

       Ten little angels
      Dancing very merrily
      To make children laugh


Rudolf is flying
Over chimneys and roofs
And Santa brings gifts 

        Whispering to her--

       the spotted fawn
       eyes the outstretched water lily.

You rice-field maidens!
The only things not muddy
Are the songs you sing.

       Sick on a journey-
      Over parched fieldswww.delossantoscherylblogspot.com
      Dreams wander on. 

 My life is Jello

Sitting and waiting in the bowl
Patiently to gel.

        Red tricycles trip.

       Goofy tinkles blancmanges.
       The noses giggle.

You're always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.

             'TURN-AROUND POEM

I used to  drink coffee

but now I prefer milk.

I used to eat junk foods

but now I prefer bread.

I used to play computer games

but now I prefer scrabble.

I used to draw hunted house

but love enchanted kingdom.

I used to write love letters

but love funny poems.

I used to watch cartoon's movie

but now I prefer news.

I used to read comics

but now love Philippine novel.

I used to visit Taiwan

but now love Boracay.

I used to hear love song

but now I prefer rock music.

I used to see kalang

but now love dolphin.

I used to draw a wall 
but now I prefer a house.

I used to slice a banana
but now love potato.

I used to cut a dress
but now I prefer paper.

I used to eat meat
but now love vegetables.

I used to drink wine
but now I prefer cola.

I used to wear red t-shirt
 but now love white.

I used to wear flat shoes
but now I prefer to high heels 

I used to eat bread
but now I prefer rice

I used to listen foreign music
but now love Filipino music

I used to eat twice a day
but now I prefer to eat regularly

 I used to call mobile phone,
but now I prefer telephone.

I used to sing love song
but now I prefer foreign song.

I used to read pocketbook
but now I prefer magazine.

I used to sweep broom
but now I prefer soft broom. 

I used to walk fast
but now I prefer slow.

I used to cry loud
but now I prefer silent.

       'Contrast Poem'
I am not a dress so you cannot wear me,
I am not a dress so you cannot wash me,
I am not a dress so you cannot fold me,
I am not a dress so you cannot buy me,
I am not a dress so you cannot leave me.  

I am not a computer so you cannot explore me,
I am not a computer so you cannot drag me,
I am not a computer so you cannot enter me,
I am not a computer so you cannot open me,
I am not a computer so you cannot close me.

I am not a phone so you cannot call me,
I am not a phone so you cannot text me,
I am not a phone so you cannot load me,\
I am not a phone so you cannot send me,
I am not a phone so you cannot buy me.



                             ''SHORT STORY''

                                                 

                                                  “PEOPLE OF CONSEQUENCE”

By: Ines Tacaad Cammayo

Characters:

            German haciendero

            Camus

            Meding

Setting:

            Barrio

Conflict:

            They found out that they are getting old but they are not happy in their life and they are not even enjoy their existence,so she decided to leave the said place.


   'TOPIC OUTLINE'

1- The history of Camus 

  1. German haciendero

   2 getting married

    3. amazement of camus

11- The changes of Meding one night

       1. speaking the plans

        2.offered a job

        3. reminiscing the past   

  111- He fitted his coat and found out it could not fit him already 

 1. thinking the suit that did not really matter

  2. buying multicolored ice cream 

   3.  realizing the friendliness