POETRY: DECLAMATION PIECE, POEMS, SPEECH

FIVE LOAVES OF BREAD She stood at the bar of justice A frightened creature wan and wild In form too small for a woman, In feature too old for a child. For a look so worn and pathetic Was stamped on her lovely face It seemed that years of suffering Was something time couldn’t erase. “Your name?” asked the judge as he eyed her. “Is Anna Ruiz, Sir,” said the girl. “And your age?” asked the judge again, Then girl replied, “I’ve turned fifteen.” “Well Anna, I’m sorry to say,  That you have been charged today.  By your town baker who said,  That you stole five loaves of bread Do you know that stealing is bad? And that you have displeased our God? Do you know that you could be jailed? And cannot be set free or bailed?” “Your Honor, I know it was wrong,  But day in and out I walked along Looking for work so I could earn Even hard jobs, I’m willing to learn.  But fate’s unkind, my father is dead,  My mother...

Bad Girl Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me.. You! You! All of you! How dare you to stare at me? Why? Is it because I’m a bad girl? A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child? That’s what you call me! I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age. I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, If I have too. Yes, I’m a bad girl, but where are my parents? You! You! You are my good parents? My good elder brother and sister in this society where I lied Look…look at me…What have you done to me? You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you  most! Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine! While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session… Thus… I drifted away from you! Longing for a father’s love, yearning for a mother’s care! As I grew up, everything changed! You too have changed! You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bar...

The Lost Girl by Dhang I am a girl, young in heart and in mind… I am carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but play,play and play…I seldom go to school but hmp! nobody cares! Instead,you will see me roaming around standing at the nearby canto, or hanging around at the sari-sari store standing beside the jukebox stand… One day I asked I asked my mother to teach me how to behave,to live, and appreciate all the beautiful things in life.  Would you like to know what she told me?  She said… " Can’t you see, I have to hurry up for my majong session! " So I turned to my father to console me. But what a wonderful world word he did tell me…  " Child, I have to finish my overtime work…Here’s 500 pesos, go and ask your teacher about that question…" Sadly,I attended my class… But I heard nothing but the echoing voice of my teacher,torturing me with her words…  " Hey yo lazy girl! Why waste your time studying those things? When up to ...

A CALL FOR MOM AND DAD Ring... ring... ring... is it the phone? My, it's two o'clock in the morning yet. But wait. It is Dad. Has he just got home from the business meeting, maybe... poor Dad! He works so hard for Mom and me. I walked on tiptoe to the door ( another honking was heard ). Oh, is it Mom? Yes and what happens? She looks drunk, swinging her way to the sala. All I hope was to give them surprise but I get, instead the biggest surprise in my life. Dad, my hero leads a Cassanova lifestyle: wine, women and party. And Mom, the lady behind the recent fund raising campaign is the exact opposite of the image she projected in that last week's PTA event. A cheat, a liar. How could they do this to me? "You brute," Mom shouted, You think you can always hide things from me? I saw you with your secretary," and she started throwing things at Dad. "Stop that, Matilde." And he pushes Mom hard enough to the wall. Is this the home I w...

LRT BOMBING Bread. Bread. . .spare me a piece of bread. Believe me, I don't want to society but fate dooms me to this deplorable situation. We used to be a happy family. Dad was a good provider until that pitiful day in May. All I could remember was Mom crying over the sad news of Dad's untimely death. He died in an airplane crush and his remains was nowhere to be found. Mom gallantly took her responsibility as our guide and provider. Benjo, Mom and I made up the happy family we were once. A day before New Year, we took the LRT to evade the heavy traffic. I was in pink dress, matched with a pink ribbon. As I mused with towering edifice on our way to lola, a great Commotion ensued. Mom embraced me tightly to shield me from apparent danger. Everything went fast. BOOM. . . A DESTRUCTIVE EXPLOSION WENT OUT. "RIZZA, take care," she said and finally loosened her hold on me. Her look was gloomy and slowly she closed her eyes as she gave forth her last. ...

TOO HIGH A PRICE Oh Joey, Joey, Joey, You're dead. This cannot be. Heavens! I can't believe it. He is still too young to die. Joey, No, no. Joey is now dead, gone. My kid bother is gone. He died of poisoning and this can happen to any of you. Listen. No, no never, over my dead body. you cannot sell that piece of land. That has been the land cultivated by my father's father. That's the very means I sweated my blood on to send you all to college. Never. That  was the firm and final say of Lolo regarding a two-hectare rice field right after the Taiwanese factory in our small barrio. That happened some two years ago. Joey and I were still small but we understood how much that piece of land meant to Lolo. After his death dad in exchange for a fat sum money traded it just the same. Now with this, gone are the green pastures and the rich vegetation with an equally fresh river where fish used to swim.Gone is the vast habitat of the birds and their young ones. Gone i...

THE PLEA OF AN ABORTED FETUS Set me free. Let me live, I deserve to be born, I want to live. For heavens's sake, have pity. Ladies and Gentlemen, dear fathers and mothers, listen to my plea, listen to my story. I could have been the 17th Lady President of the Philippines Republic, had you given me the chance to live, had you not deprived me of my life, had you not taken away my privilege to be born. Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of a woman with six other children. My coming should be a herald of joy, a symbol of love incarnate but to my mommy it was a burden, a problem, an additional mouth to feed. To Dad, it was a mistake, an effect of mom's carelessness for not taking the contraceptive pills. One gloomy day in June, my unexpected coming was confirmed. It was a painful decision. I could sense the imminent danger as Mom got inside the abortion room. I was an unwanted child. no one loved me. No one cared. I was a rejected bei...