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People say that life is an enchantment filled with curses of love, sorcerous experiences and wonderful gifts of glittering friendships. Here in my blog, I invite you to journey with me in this folio featuring charmed stuffs that caught my interest the most. Along with my writings are some spells I have casted on my quest that eventually metamorphosed into nicely blast picturesque events. Well, thanks to my headmaster—Daryl the great Panda! Enjoy, MORTALS and MUGGLES!
Furry, black and white, LARGE!
Rare Bears!
Bamboo Forests!
Eat, MUNCH, EAT, munch!
Give a make over to your ordinary chucks or sneakers into something trendy and be unique! Hahaha. Don’t ask me how to do this, raise you questions to DARYL. He was the one who ENGINEEEEEEEERED* this.
*from daryl’s lexis
Child’s Best Days
By: Mary Grace R. Po
Wake up at anytime of the day
And get anxious of nothing
Lying in a perfectly posed bed
Prepared just to soothe your personal comfort.
Then after a minute or two,
You step out of the faultlessly coutured cradle
Making all and sundry be conscious
That you have already widely awakened.
Everybody then gives a big grin at you
As an affectionate response for your presence
There’s your mom in the corner busy picking for the finest item
Just to guarantee a best bowl of dish for her prince.
As you anticipate for the fodder to be dished up
You take a seat in a tidily arranged dinning spot
After it’s been all set up by the hands of amorous guardians
You satisfy yourself with those victuals exclusively doled out for you.
The Chocolate Box of Experience
By: Mary Grace R. Po
Alone in your spot you came across into something
Familiar but has roughly forgotten its existence
You settled in a lone corner of your room
And set off to evoke if what’s within.
You caught a sight of ones in a lifetime memoirs
Reminisce all those picturesque events that has passed in your yesteryears
The faces, the places, the time and the moments
All conferred you countless of reasons to induce your emotions.
As you went through the pages of old episodes of your life
You chuckled about the dim-witted stuffs you did
Shed off tears as you recall the awful experiences that have transpired
Made your consciousness awaken to the fast pacing of life.
The first times that you thought you would fall short
The triumphs you have pulled off ably
Realizing God’s superb gifts to mortals
All those were the days you yearn to plunge once again.
The photo album as the chocolate box of life’s enchanting pictures
Is something that has been fashioned to fill ones hunger
To reverse the time, see the persons who turned out to be part of your being
With it, for now it is one way or another, a chance to capture once vim and vigor.
Chocolates, want some?
Photographs anyone?
As I gratify myself for a day
I lay down for my comfort
I slumber in my crib
Resembling to a caterpillar that sticks itself to a leaf.
I am a zilch of knowledge
As regards to the so called life
I hang around and eagerly stay
As I loom that I can fully be acquainted with it.
I am analogous to a cocoon
Waiting for the hard shell to be cracked
As time elapsed I went out of my spot
Similar to a butterfly I saw my crumpled wings
I pulled out myself, geared up
Outfitted with sufficient comprehension
Prepared to face as to what lies ahead
I have already endured my own metamorphosis.