Scripts of My Life (僕の人生の脚本)

Rose are red, violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind until the day that I met you

Poetry is something that really amuzes me.. Because of how they used the words in such ways that it tells us a story about some certain topics.. Usually, poems are said to the one we love, or sometimes when a boy courts a girl.. Really romantic weh.. hehe..

I started creating poems back in 2nd year highschool.. One of my friends is really good at creating poems.. Her name is Kristine and when I read her poems, I got inspired and started making my own.. After writing, I showed it to her and she gives me some advices on how to make something more better.. Not that my poems are bad, but it seems that I just wrote a poem just for the sake of making one.. It lacks passion, and true meaning… So I really dont know how to make poems that will have an impact on people..

Lately, my friend Ginpao, wrotes his own poem.. Well, his poem is really strange because I thought that poems should rhyme at each end of the sentences.. But, what he does is that he writes whats on his mind.. It is a poem of course, but I dont know what kind..

I tried to research on types of poem, and then I learned that there are so many kinds of it.. Depending on the lines, the syllables, the tone, etc.. Grabe, may ganung factors pa..

Anyway, what Im trying to say is that, my poetic mind opened just recently, thanks to Ginpao.. There is this one time, that I got amused by his poem, and then I replied in his post at multiply.. Ala lang.. ehehe..

Back in highshool, we had this topic on poetry.. And then I really liked the poems that we discussed.. I would like to share it with you guys.. This is a poem, made by two people, both males, and it is entitled “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” by Christopher Marlowe and “The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd” by Sir Walter Ralegh.. The poem is alternating, the lines written in bold is from the sheperd, and the red one is from the nymph..

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

The gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,—
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

The shepherds’s swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Ala lang… natuwa lang ako masyado sa poem na yan.. What do you think?? ehehe.

So one of this days, pag nagkaron ako ng inspirasyon, baka magsulat ako ng poem.. If ever man, sabihin niyo kung maganda or inde ahh.. ehehe

Ito yung buong poem na hiwalay.. Baka gusto niyong basahin lang ng magisa yung poem para mas maintindihan niyo.. ehehe..