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The Fifty Sheets challenge

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This day I challenge myself to come up with a story-poem about Love within fifty white lined sheets of a little notepad. Each page will embrace the lines fully without overflowing, along with an illustration to add to the tale. Each page will tell the story about the characters within, but the primary will be the lovers: Mariang Mais and Juan Ampalaya, and their journey of romance.

This story was inspired through Anna, a dear friend of mine who about a year ago was in a relationship. As her friend, it was my duty to tease and support her in her romantic undertakings. The idea was created as a way to make us laugh. But in the end to make her laugh as they went their separate ways.

I haven’t re-visited the idea until recently when I fell in love. It inspired me to bring the characters to the open. For this I would like to share them as an inspiration for the people who are in love, to the people who believe in love, and for the people who want to be in and stay in love.

I would also like to share this story- poem as I show to you our beautiful custom and tradition of Filipino courtship to which as rigid and old-fashioned at is sounds, is highly romantic and at the same, down-to-earth funny.

This tradition is a dying social custom in the country so before it dies completely let me share what I have learned, and let me share it’s moral values which taught me how to fall for the perfect person to love.


DSCN5622This is the notepad that I will be using

DSCN5624The paper is smooth, the size is convenient and it costs less, not to mention BUY FILIPINO

The Heart-Shaped Moon



I laughed to see this pleasant image,

A heart- shaped moon staring back from the dark,

Stark and lit with a thousand prayers,

With a thousand maidens wishing all the same,

But mine was spoken and rejoined this time,

When I was ready to live without.

The moon coincided with my heart,

She told me she and I are in love,

She with love,

And I with you,

I prayed to her for you in my youth,

For the scent of musk in your hair,

The huge personality with the kindest smile,

Large hands and arms yet the gentlest touch.

You sway me with your inner-beauty,

Caress me like the wind on my skin in May,

You cool me with the sweetest words,

Yet heating me with your kisses.

Here I see the heart-moon tonight, smiling.

She tells me, she is in love

Because we are in love

– m a r i f o s q u e

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The image was captured yesterday with a Nikon Coolpix. No editing was made.

Photo taken by E Marifosque



Valentina, my beautiful blood- red rose mink

Once so bountiful in crimson now fade in pink

Tormenting heat robbed you of your passion

Once was red now dulled without compassion

The scorch of dry kisses singed your cheek

Thus in each advances you curl and turn meek

Valentina, share my heart to remove your terror

I too have felt the red of heat in my heart before

I too know the idea of love masked in lust and desire

I too have succumbed, fell in that desperate quagmire

Time and familiarity taught me to doubt in such

Yet not this one- he carries his dyes with his touch

To blush you red when sees you a blank canvass

Let him flush you full crimson in your waking days

Valentina, he will not burn us like the others’ ways

For there is the one hand to hold in the end

The one to shade us from the burning of the sun

The one who will quell us with a cool blow of mirth

Valentina, share my heart and release misgivings

Bloom red once more without lust but with honor

Impetuous scalding heat is temporal, Love is eternal

– m a r i f o s q u e

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Valentina is the rose breed name here in the country. It’s petals are always deep red and it blooms in clusters. This summer all the blooms are coming out pink.

Breeze and Fire under the Moon

Lovely though lonely, the breeze gracefully dances,
Oblivious to evil, twirls around in foxy stances.
Versatile and warm, the fire yet suffocates alone,
Evanescent spark of happiness, soon cold as stone.
Bespoke reunion of two wills meant for each other,
Igneous tango, breeze has passion, fire the desire.
Resplendent beauty, pure in the Beltane’s twilight,
Devoted love in fiery frolics, a blissful delight.
Sublime in the moonlit night, two hearts, one hearth.
-David Wadoux
Thank you for your contribution Mr. Wadoux :-*

Speak Softly

Let us rather speak softly,

Deep in few ideal words,

Than speak quite hastily ,

Plenty with petty vocabulary

The gift of tongues given,

Was with a single purpose,

Only to speak with love,

And harm none in process

You shall hear no hurt

Escape these simple lips,

Even strong storms dissipate

Quelled with tender terms,

Spoken well mean nothing yet

Everything to the hearer,

Love spoken unclad in gossamer,

Leaves truths selfless in desire

Commune gentle with another,

Like kissing a passionate lover,

Bloom words like a flower,

To gracefully open doors

Leading to an honest soul,

Then let words stay in peace,

Resting full in happy hearts,

Where love will grow eternal

– m a r i f o s q u e

Happy Valentines Day!



The days are kind; we opened to taste

Luxurious breath caressing our skin

Love has never been this sweeter

For departed with temporary sorrow

She introduced us to hold, and live for

The quiet understanding between us

Upon which door the future we may take

Learning, she is teaching us to move

Together or against, yet with each other

She is teaching us that love ends not

Like the isolated feel of wintry tundra

But stirs again like the gardens in spring

She is teaching us should we will it so

Flowers will bloom brighter in adversity

Then she encourages us to our hands

Our heart beats single in pleasing tunes

We dance to the swirl of calm romance

Leaving a wake of roses farmed in affection

We bloom rare like late flowers in autumn

And In her quiet heady-scented spring garden

Planted firmly she will watch us grow in Love

– m a r i f o s q u e


Oishi Princess


Nothing is more so when you are on a weight reduction program and have all these tasty treats parade before you. It is mocking all given senses to test determination. I wonder how one can truly last?

As for me, I recently placed myself on a strict diet that is necessary for me. It will help my stamina during running. Therefore it is needed to set aside some foods obstructive to the diet and general health of your author.

And nothing is more callous to your cause than a person leaving a bag of chocolate goodness in front of you unattended.

So now I cry inside as I looked from where I am: I am only human! I am craving! I want some chocolates!!! I want it now!!!

Ah the dreadful challenge to will power. Sigh.

So we ask ourselves even in life, is it all right for us to lose to a single moment of happiness, knowing that the outcome of temporary bliss is regrettable in the long run?

And knowing this, are we still going to do it, or shall we leave it?

So for readers those in one way or another have been tormented with such an experience. Be in diet or life in general. Here is a poem for you:

Oishi Princess

With sad dark eyes and a needful touch,

Obtainable within reach but must resist,

Temptation has no boundaries to sin,

Oh Will, pass me as courageous warrior.


Delightful skin coated in dark chocolate,

And beckoning desire with such sweet scent,

Longing pools gaze over with mouth in need,

You open up and gentle hands come to reach,


Peccadillo bounties from a little parcel,

Soul satiated seeming undamaging presence,

Attempt to resist, yet desire in me protest,

Greed, need have you coated in chocolate.

– M A R I F O S Q U E

Dear Reader, your author is a determined person and the bag of chips was seen but untouched.

The Wait


Where do you go my darling? I cannot follow

When shall you return? Time I cannot borrow

But I shall wait for you, my dear,

Soon I will hear the tinkle of that tiny chime,

That sweet music composing quiet laughter,

Soon I will feel your warmth and tenderness,

Providing this monotonous dullness with life,

And when you return, I will make you happy too,

Not with these common charms or words to woo,

For I only have these little hands to show,

But you will have love, passion, and faith from me

Heaven is our home when we are together,

It is in that togetherness we are in ecstasy,

As you wrap me in your porcelain arms,

As you lean to give me the kindest kiss,

As you whisper truths of your affection to me,

And the world is more than perfect once again,

These dark eyes will show contentment,

And with you beside me, I shall never want,

So come home soon, dearest. I wait.

-M A R I F O S Q U E


Poems Mustn’t Cry For Songs Of Sorrow

We begun madness sung in hot hearts,

Lovers come with lips tempestuous,

Coldness and warmth both singe,

Bed lined aflame with burning passion

Love made lovers create such magic,

Hearts provide the joyful house,

Songs and words come each day,

Within hearts and eyes that smile

But winds come bitter with time,

And apart the lovers seek new roads,

Unconditional poems of love given,

Were selfishly obtained and marred

January greedily stole lover’s soul,

Sweet songs turned bitter in taste,

Poems must not cry for songs of sorrow,

For endings come with a better tomorrow

– M A R I F O S Q U E


For you, since you just broke my heart today!


Internally it sears the body,

The ember mouth seeking

Those cool ones are wanting,

Quell and water us down,

Hold and posses these hands

We dive into these pools,

Hot and burning, we stir

Weigh the consequences, then


Dare to touch the fire,

Engaged hearts soar and soar,

Carry me then bear me down,

Pin me with abandon desire,


Lose yourself!

Pull me, push me, lift me,

Make me call your name,

Fire, fire, burning within

Blood rise in tempest,

Our breaths mingle with our souls,

As together we raise this heat

Exhale … Breathe…

This fire will not go sooner

Tonight is young,

And you are mine.

– M A R I F O S Q U E


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