Acknowledgement: The House Of Teudore Poem by Jordan Legaspi

To the Castle; my home but years gone, yet still I am
Believing to see the beauty of those old days
Different maybe yet the same promise of life for ‘you’ and for “me’
The legacy of love- the words that cannot be forgotten but be unspoken

To the House of Teudore; the cause of my rise
The hero without a name but willing to fight
To survive the challenge between life and death
Without anything to own only wisdom the greatest wealth

To the Nobles in the castle of yesteryears but now gone
Trying to collect the pieces of the time from the great man and woman
The unknown royal blood cultured crown
But never to stop to rear the prince till willing to take stand

To the Subjects great or not though the same but locked with in
Stumbled-crawling to the grown but still gave a hand
The unknown friendship but with the human face with shield
Who helped me to be free from the dungeon of oblivion

For the Strangers who brought stories of gold and cave of old
Who held back the book where full of rooms for all falsehood
‘caused the brokenness that echoed within the courts
Were words of promises written by the fingers of the there err

To the Ladies that made me happy
The beauty in dress that come and goes just to say hello
Missing them now who shared their love and becomes part of me
Wherever they are ‘I thank thee” for the untold stories written in my chest

To all my Friends in this book- the was, the is, and the yet to come
“I thank thee” for all the effort and untiring trust they gave
That fueled the engine of my will to continue living
To experience the up and down of life; and in it’s day and night to death

To the Lovers that I shared my feelings and dreams
Though some of no names but I do remember all of thee
Part in masculine bearing- the was and the is beckoning star in days to come
What I learn from thee- the what and the who me is nothing but bless

To the All that I can’t reveal but with passion and deep touch
To my life though few are worth but enough to know that thee were venue to grow
Neither great nor little thee name but made my life meaningful
Sweet memories even pain was the measure yet I am grateful

This “101 Knights” is for all of you
All are black and white that unfolds the memories
Of yesteryears that was remembered because I care
That in anyways we can take a pause and recall them with smile and admiration

This “Quill” another story added that I’d like to share
The quest of the prince who grew into a knight
Willing to start the rebuilding of the old castle
And bare a new name with windows and doors
of another beginning with love, faith, hope


Note:
Poet-Tree, The author’s life story
Acknowledgement: The House of Teudore

The House of Teudore
- the family of the author including the relatives
and the close individuals to the family
The Nobles in the castle
- the parents, brothers and sister of the author
The Subjects
- the people who worked for the family
The Strangers
- the visitors and guests who used to dropped
by in the family’s residence
The Ladies
- the female relatives, aunts who stayed with the author’s family
The Friends
- the close people to the author’s family including the neighbors
The Lovers
- the women who influenced the author’s romantic innocence
The All
- referring to the author’s imaginary friends
The 101 knights
- the first compilation of the author’s poems and drawings
(was intentionally burned by the author while he was preparing for Africa)
The Quill
- the second compilation of the author’s poems (50 copies was
given people close to him though it was not really a success as a book)