Declamation Piece-Ive been stood up on my wedding

day

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Ive been stood up on my wedding day! Have you thought of anything more tragic than

that? Here comes the bride, all dressed in white! but where is the groom? My

Jonathan?

Fathers eyes were apprehensive Madeline this is preposterous! Didnt I warn

you? Is this what you call maturity and independence at eighteen? I guess we better

hurry home!

But this is not how playwrights picture love. Romeo died for Juliet, Pyramus for Thisbe,

Han Suyen called it a many splendored thing! And Princess Margaret gave up the

crown for love!

Jonathan wait till I get you. I am determined to pursue an unceasing justification of

my plight! I remember how I fought Father and Mother when first they refused our

young engagement. But how we talked to them about independence and youths

self-reliance of the new breed, ready, willing and able not only to vote at eighteen but

also get married at eighteen.

I imagine what my gang mates would say Poor Madeline, she was almost a bride

-! Jonathan must have found out that shes a square! And all Mother can say is

This is most embarrassing!

Indeed, it is. I should have joined the crusaders for blessed singleness. I should have

noted what my father confessor, Fr. Martin, said when I talked about Jonathan and

marriage. Madeline, youre not ready for it. I guess you have to listen to your parents

this time! But I didnt! I was like a spoiled and stubborn child immensely carried away

by the now-generations indefatigable cry for self-assertion! I was like Jane Fonda

speaking for the womens lib movement.

That phone keeps on ringing. Alright, Mother, alright, Im answering it. Hello Hello

Hello!! Dont you darling me Mr. Jonathan Anderson may I be privileged to know
where were you at nine oclock sharp this morning? What? Do you know what you

did? Well if you dont then, youll never knew!!!

Ive been stood up on my wedding day because my groom forgot and fell asleep. Marriage

at eighteen how do you like that?

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Declamation Piece- I KILLED HIM BECAUSE I LOVED HIM

JUN 1

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Honorable judge, gentlemen of the jury, people of the Philippines judge me, am I guilty or

not guilty?

But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.

There was a young girl seventeen years of age with curvaceous body 36, 24, 26, a long hair

and sizzling eyes being rich as she was she studied at an exclusive school.

Oh my gosh! I met this guy, hes the best player in our basketball team, and hes the

heartthrob of our school. OH my gosh! His name? Guess what? who? Robbie Satillian isnt

sweet? Oh my gosh we became friends. We became friends. Later more than that after

one year of relationship, we decided to settle down the marriage that cut-off the ties of

our families and since his parents disagree thats why he was not supported on his studies.

So I decided to give up my studies and work as a sales lady in the supermarket.

Then one night he returned home, he asked for money but I cant gave him for I just gave

him last night, so he walked out the door and the next day he returned home, he was cold

as ever and hard as a stone.

One day his graduation came I was so happy. I expected

Robbie to invite me but he never said a word. I didnt mind it. I still attend his graduation

ceremony and when his name was called with a degree of medicine a suma cum laude Robi

Santillan, I shouted with glee! When i stood up I was shocked when another girl stood up,
and gave that medal to him. Im supposed to give that medal and pin that ribbon, because

Im his wife, Im his wife right? I AM HIS WIFE!

With that unpleasant thought fain when he returned home that night, I confronted him.

Robbie, who was that girl? I asked. He answered, Its none of your business he said but

Robbie Im your wife, Youre just my wife Robbie how could you do this to me? I gave up

my studies and worked as a sales lady and this? This is how you payback? I have to leave,

he said and when he had packed his this things I decided to get my 45 mm revolver.

Robbie, you cant just leave me (pointing the gun to his face) You can just leave me,

Robbie. You cant just do this honey. be calm, be calm.No, no, no you cant just leave

me, Robbie. You cant just do this.

But he still decided to go and I did threw worst in my whole painstaking life Mr. Robbie

Santillian with a degree of medicine a Suma cumlaude you will pay all my labors and

sacrifices

BANG! , BANG! I shot him Robbie.I had killed him.I had killed him with my bare

hands.. huhuhu Im so sorry.

And now honorable judge gentlemen of the jury people of the Philippines judge me am i

guilty or not guilty?

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Declamation Piece- JUVENILE DELINQUENT

JUN 1

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Am I a juvenile delinquent? Im a teenager; Im young, young at heart in mind. In this

position, Im carefree; I enjoy doing nothing but to drink the wine of pleasure. I seldom go

to school, nobody cares! But instead you can see me roaming around. Standing at the

nearby canto (street). Or else standing beside a jukebox stand playing the nerve tickling
bugaloo. Those are the reasons, why people, you branded me delinquent, a juvenile

delinquent.

My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my friends, they neglected me.

One night I asked my mother to teach me how to appreciate the values in life. Would you

care what she told me? Stop bothering me! Cant you see? I had to dress up for my

mahjong session, some other time my child. I turned to my father to console me, but,

what a wonderful thing he told me. Child, heres 500 bucks, get it and enjoy yourself, go

and ask your teachers that question.

And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my teachers torturing me

with these words. Why waste your time in studying, you cant even divide 100 by 5! Go

home and plant sweet potatoes.

I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole. But thats not

what you can see in me.

Heres a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strengthen her

life into contentment.

Honorable judge, friends and teachersis this the girl whom you commented a juvenile

delinquent?.

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Declamation Piece- AM I TO BE BLAMED?

JUN 1

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Theyre chasing me, theyre chasing, no they must not catch me, I have enough money now,

yes enough for my starving mother and brothers.

Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me.

Very well, officers? take me to your headquarters. Good morning captain! no captain, you

are mistaken, I was once a good girl, just like the rest of you here. Just like any of your

daughters. But time was, when I was reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived

honestly in life. My, father, mother, brothers, sisters and I. But then, poverty enters the

portals of our home. My father became jobless, my mother got ill. The small savings that

my mother had kept for our expenses were spent. All for our daily needs and her needed

medicine.

One night, my father went out, telling us that he would come back in a few minutes with

plenty of foods and money, but that was the last time I saw him. He went with another

woman. If only I could lay my hands on his neck I would wring it without pain until he

breaths no more. If you were in my place, youll do it, wont you Captain? What? you wont

still believe in me?. Come and Ill show you a dilapidated shanty by a railroad.

Mother, mother Im home, mother? mother?!. There Captain, see my dead mother. Captain?

there are tears in your eyes? now pack this stolen money and return it to the owner. What

good would this do to my mother now? shes already gone! Do you hear me? shes already

gone. Am I to be blamed for the things I have done?

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Declamation Piece- Taken For Granted

JUN 1

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Christians? Christians?

Have you heard that call? Theyre looking for me. Thats definitely me. Youre in doubt and

Why? You want me to give you proofs? Oh! Thats very easy.

Who told you to doubt that I am a Christian?

I am a Christian! How?

I went to church. I pray. I have my religion. I read the Bible. I love kids and I am giving

them what they want. I sing gospel songs. Now youre telling me that you are in doubt?

How dare you to question me?

Cant you see? Or Are you blind? I am the true definition of a Christian. Youre so pathetic;

you dont have the right to question me that way.

What?! You want to ask me more?! Ill think about it for a second. Hmhm Ok! Im sure

Ill be able to answer all your questions fluently. Go Ask me.

Youre asking me if I go to church every Sunday?! I told you I GO TO CHURCH ahmm

b-bu-but not every Sunday. Every other Sunday I guess thats fine with the Lord.

Why?! I-I-I have a project every other Sunday. Yes r-r-right, I have a project. The Lord

understands that.

Liar?! Im not a liar. Im telling you the truth in fact I went to church last three Sundays

straight and Oh my Gosh Cris is in the stage hes starting to play the guitar.

Ooops I slip!

Ok fine. I went to church three times straight without absent b-because of Cris. Hes

cute, hes talented. And Im still there for the Lord.

Liar? Im not a liar. I am still a Christian. It so happen that I dont have any projects that

Sunday.

Ahhh! Fake?! Im not a fake Christian; at least I go to church.

Dont shout! Ahhh! I said Im not a fake Christian, I-I-I pray every other day. At least I

pray.

No! I said I am a true Christian I read the Bible. I open it Every time the Pastor is telling

me to do so.

Ok stop. Why do we need to argue? I guess I really dont know what Christianity is?

Ok! I go to church not because of Christ but because of Chris! Im sleeping every time

there is a sermon because I only love the music. I dont read my Bible because I guess
thats boring. I sing Jesus, I surrender I draw nearer, I fall down but the truth Im not

sincere with that. But I guess my works will be credited in his name. I share my blessings

to the poor, i give gifts every Sunday and I have a religion I guess that worksI dont

know.

Right, Ephesians 2: 8-9 was right. It is not by works that I will be saved because Jesus is

the only way. And I am so wrong I dont even mind his sacrifices on the cross. I am

supposed to be there because those are my sins. I forgot my purpose here on earth; you

know what, hes been good to me. But I always take him for granted. Im doing things not

for his glory but for my own. I should live for him because he died for me. Im so ashamed

now. But Lord you still forgave me. Youre so good. And you brought me to my knees.

Now Im talking and standing in front of you and I dont care if you are going to laugh at

me. I care to tell you things that I believe I must tell you. He won everything in me and

hes been waiting for you too If you believe you have him, you may now shout what

Carman once wrote Jesus is the Champion.

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Declamation Piece- BAD GIRL

JUN 1

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Hey! Every Body seems to be staring at me.. You! You! All of you! How dare you to stare at

me? Why? Is it because Im a bad girl? A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a

problem child? Thats 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, Im a bad girl, but where are my parents? You! You! You are my good parents? My good

elder brother & sister in this society where I live?

Looklook at meWhat have you done to me? You have pampered and spoiled me,

neglected me when I needed you most! In trusted me to a yaya, whose intelligent was
much lower than mine! While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling

sessions

Thus I drifted away from you! Longing for a fathers love, yearning for a mothers care!

As I grow up, everything change! You too have change! You spent more time in your pokers,

mah-jong tables, bars and night clubs. You even landed on the headline of the newspaper

as crook, peddlers and racketeers.

Now, you call my name; accuse me in everything I do to myself? Tell me! How good you are?

If you really wish to ensure my future. Then hurry.hurry back home! Where I await you,

because I need you Protect me from all evil influences that will threaten at my very own

understanding

But if I am bad, really badthen, youve got to help me! Help me! Oh pleaseHelp me!

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Declamation Piece- I KILLED HER

JUN 1

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I killed her because I do love her. These hands, these hands that give life to many, killed

her because of my love to her.

Ladies and Gentlemen of this honorable court, please listen to me, listen to my story

before you give my verdict. I am Dr. Reyes, a cancer specialist. I was born in a slum

district of Batalon. My father oh! I dont know him for I am a child of faith. My mother

brought me up in such determination and my ambition was to escape the filthy and

horrible place of Batalon. I was nourished with hope that someday I might live a life

different from her. My mother had a burning faith that she turned the nights into days.

All her efforts were not in vain for I pushed through with flying colors. My mother who

had given her whole life to me had tears in her eyes as she pinned the gold medal on my

proud breast.
Later on, I was sent as a scholar of the Philippines to the United States of America. I

embraced my mother tightly as Ive reached the plane..Mother, mother,.. I whispered.

You will always be my best mother in the world.

After four years, I came back with laurels. I became a cancer specialist. I gave my

mother everything but I was too late. I who had used to ease the pain of many, came too

late to the life of my dying mother. I gave the best treatment but the grasp of death was

so tight around her. My God, what is the use of ten years of study if I couldnt even use it

at my mothers pain.

Then one night, I heard a strange cry. I run to her room. Do you love me, child? she

asked, as I embrace her. Yes, mother.. If only I could get all your pain and agonies

Then.. if you love me, end my sufferings, kill me Let me die.

But, mother, I promise to give life and not to end it.

God. She did not deserve the unhappiness. She deserves to be happy.

I run to my room and came back with a syringe.

Mother, forgive me. God, please understand me.

Mother, mother, you must not die.. Dont leave, I love you. It was only a distilled

water..Mother

Mother. MOTHER

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, give me your verdict. Yes, it was only distilled water which

ended the sufferings of my mother.

Judge me.. Punish me

GO, punish me.. Thy will be done!!!

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Declamation Piece- Vengeance is Not Ours, Its Gods

JUN 1

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Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young,

so thin, and so ragged. Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know

that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know

my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?

Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother

and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.

Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the

cruel Nippons discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Fathers side pleading. Please,

Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you, I pulled my

fathers arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.

The door went bang and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. Are you Captain

Luis Santos? roared the ugliest of them all. Yes, said my father. You are under arrest,

said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a

chance to bid us goodbye.

We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of

Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were

eating,

Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .

Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We

saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten

before he died. . . . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! Everything went black.

The next thing I knew I was nursing my poor invalid mother.

One day, we heard the church bell ringing ding-dong, ding-dong! It was a sign for us to

find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her

the way to the hide-out.

Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing

from everywhere. Boom, boom, boom, boom! Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered

into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, Ill have vengeance, vengeance! No,

Oscar. Vengeance, its Gods, said mother.

But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. Vengeance is mine not the Lords.

No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, its Gods these were the words from my mother

before she died.

Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but

vengeance is sweeter. That was five years ago, five years. . . .

Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young,

so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, its Gods. . . . Its. . . . Gods. . Its

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DECLAMATION PIECE- A GLASS OF COLD WATER

JUN 1

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Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red

rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes.

I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But

that when she was young.

Now, I am much lovelier than she is. Im a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get

ready for the party!

Beep-beep!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, Im coming!

Child, are you still there?

Hmp! Thats my mama

Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?

Mama, Im in a hurry!

Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water.

Mama, please, try to get it on your own.

Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!

At the party, I danced and danced the whole night. You see, I cant leave the party at once.

I have to dance with everybody who proposed to me.

At last, the party is over. Im very tired. Very, very tired. So, I went home to tell mama

what happened.

Mama, Im home! Its very quiet. Mama, Im home! Nobody answers. Where is she? I look

for her in the sala, but shes not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen!

I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she

tried to get it.

Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!