PHILIT Module 3 MS Word
PHILIT Module 3 MS Word
I. OVERVIEW
People read literature for information, for amusement, for higher and keener pleasure, for cultural
upliftment and for discovery of broader dimensions in life (Nuggets, 2004).
In the previous discussions, it was obviously emphasized that studying literature is important because
it reveals part of the history of every nation. Hence, history and literature are interrelated with each other.
According to Sahr (2015), history is not just about power struggles, wars, names, and dates. It is also about
people who are products of their time, with their own lives.
In the Philippines, it is very obvious that every region has its own unique literature that discloses the
culture, beliefs, traditions, customs, and lifestyles of the individuals or ethnic tribe living in a specific region.
Studying each region’s literature may result to the appreciation of the beauty of the works of the various
Filipino writers, and better understanding of the context of culture and of human nature. The values learned
by the students from the literary pieces maybe applied in their own lives as they encounter circumstances
along the way.
II. TARGETED COURSE LEARNING OUTCOME
CLO1 Enhance oral and written communicative competence in English and in Filipino through various
interactive activities with the aid of ICT.
CLO3 Apply insights and values learned through portraying an appropriate and dignified manner and having
respect to diverse culture, gender preference, and disabilities of every individual.
CLO4 Discover social issues in the literary pieces from various region with open-mindedness, fairness, and
critical- mindedness.
CLO6 Compose original literary masterpieces that enhance the soft skills of the students in relation to
environmental and ecological preservation and sensitivity using proper language in multilingual and
multicultural contexts.
CLO7 Manifest CHMCSIAN values and social responsibilities in all endeavors for the development of humane
society.
III. TARGETED TOPIC LEARNING OUTCOME
At the end of the lesson, the students should:
1. Analyze famous literary works of various Filipino writers from each region for presentation in a class
forum using the appropriate literary theories.
2. Compare and contrast literary pieces of various regions.
3. Present literary pieces relevant to the genre of literary pieces discussed.
4. Apply the values learned from the literary pieces discussed.
IV. ASSESSMENT
1. Bring Back Memories
2. Know me, Complete me!
3. Short Story Analysis
4. Poetry Analysis
5. Short Story Analysis
V. TEACHING-LEARNING ACTIVITIES
A. ENGAGE
Learning Activity 1: Bring Back Memories!
Instructions: Recall the most unforgettable moment of your life. Answer the questions.
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B. EXPLORE
Instructions. The following are famous literary works of various Filipino writers. Write the name
of the Filipino writers in the space provided. Your task is to complete the data of the table below.
1. Morning in Nagrebcan
4. Early Harvest
REGION 5 BIKOL
Bikol is the language of almost 5 million people in the provinces of Albay, Camarines Norte, Camarines
Sur, Catanduanes, Masbate and Sorsogon that constitute the Bikol Region. The Bikol people have a writing
tradition with roots in its ancient folkways. Still extant are charm verses exploiting the possibilities of words
in folk poems and narratives with mythical content, and bound with early historical fragments which form
part of the people’s lives.
Colonization stifled native writing, however. Only after about two centuries later did the people begin
to write poems and plays adapted from Biblical stories – this time in the Spanish writing system. These
dramatic tropes were street presentations during May festivals, Christmas, Easter and Lent. In 1890, the first
Bikol newspaper An Parabareta (the Newsman) was published by Mariano Perfecto, who also established the
first printing press. Corridos or metrical romances became the main reading fare for many years. The comedia
or moro-moro stayed for a long time. Almost every town boasted of a comedia writer and a theater group.
The Commonwealth Period were years of poetic and dramatic productivity. The zarzuela did not escape the
Bikol’s questioning bent. Asisclo Jimenez’s Pagkamoot sa Banuang Tinoboan (Love for the Native Land)
demonstrated that national change can be affected through armed revolt. Jimenez wrote 25 other zarzuelas
in varying themes, mostly social criticism. Crowds would attend the presentations. By the mid-thirties,
shorter plays became the fashion. The rawitdawit or narrative poem was a vehicle of social and political
criticism. Personal poems were most plentiful. The period also produced about twenty translations of Jose
Rizal’s Mi Ultimo Adios to Bikol. Four poets and their works stand out: Manuel Fuentebella’s An Pana (The
Arrow), Clemente Alejandria’s Pagaroanggoyong(Perseverance), Eustaquio Dino’s Balosbalos Sana
(Retribution) and Mariano Goyena’s Hare…Dali (No…Don’t). Great sensitivity and exquisite images are marks
of these poems, reaching up to lyricism.
Famous writers are Merlinda Bobis, Graciano Lopez Jaena, Angela Manalang-Gloria, Recardo Demetillo,
Agustin Misola at Abdon Balde.
The seasoned writers include Luis Cabalquinto, Gode Calleja and Ruby Alano. The young writers are
Home Life magazine winners Angelica Gonzales, Honesto Pesimo, Jazmin Llana, Victor Velasco, Nino Manaog,
Xavier Olin and Cynthia Buiza. Emelina G. Regis has a Palanca Award for her environmental play Dalawang
Mukha ng Kagubatan (Two Faces of the Forest). Barbara Barquez Ricafrente writes poems and paints with
rage. She is the first novel awardee of the U.P. Creative Writing Center.
Otherwise known as Region 11, Davao Region is composed of 4provinces namely: Compostela Valley, Davao
Oriental, Davao DelNorte, and Davao Del Sur. It is located in the southeastern part of Mindanao Island. It is
bounded on the north by CARAGA Region, onthe east and south by the Philippine Sea, on the west by
Bukidnonand SOCCSKSARGEN Region. Terrain is mostly hilly and mountainousin the eastern, western, and
souther part of the region. Flat landscan be found in the southern part of Davao Del Norte, in the northern
and central part of Compostella Valley, and in the centralpart of Davao Del Sur.
There are a lot of ethnic languages in the region. Bisaya, Boholano and Cebuano are the major ones. Native
languages are still used like Higaonon in Misamis Oriental, Maranao in Lanao Del Norte, Subanen in Misamis
Occidental, Binukid in Bukidnon and Kinamiging in Camiguin. English and Tagalog are also understood.
Famous writers are Pepito Deiparine, Aida Farol, and Josephine Dichoso.
REGION 13 Caraga
Caraga, authoritatively known as the Caraga Administrative Region or just Caraga Region and assigned as
Region XIII, is a managerial area in the Philippines possessing the northeastern segment of the island of
Mindanao.
Caraga is said to have started from the local word Kalag which signifies "spirit of soul". Henceforth, the entire
Provincia de Caraga of AD 1622 was called region de gente animosa, that is "region of spirited men". Another
anecdotal derivation of the name streams from a nearby legend as originating from the word Cagang, a
various little crabs tangling the shoreline of Caraga, which is otherwise called katang to the local tenants.
Legend goes that the town was named in that capacity in light of the fact that the main Spanish evangelists
who came in the early years of 1600 found various little crabs tangling the shoreline.
Provinces of Region 13 include Agusan del Norte, Agusan del Sur, Dinagat Islands, Surigao Del Norte, and
Surigao Del Sur.
2. Character. Character can be defined as any person, animal, or figure represented in a literary work.
The main character is called the protagonist, who is exposed to conflict and is responsible prove
his/her worth and accomplish his/her mission. Another major character is the antagonist to whom
the protagonist struggles against with. There are many other types of characters that exist in
literature, each with its own development and function. These are the round, flat, dynamic, and static
characters.
3. Conflict. Conflict is the primary problem that the characters in a story face. It is the driving force in
any story, as it influences the turn of events in the plot. Without conflict, there is no story arc and no
character development. Conflict can be broken down into four categories: man vs. man, man vs.
nature, man vs. society and man vs. self. The first three types are known as external conflict, and the
last type is internal conflict.
4. Plot. A plot is a causal sequence of events, the "why" for the things that happen in the story. The
plot draws the reader into the character's lives and helps the reader understand the choices that the
characters make. A plot's structure is the way in which the story elements are arranged.
5. Symbol. A symbol is anything that stands for, or represents, something else. In a story, a character,
an action, an object, or an animal can be symbolic. Often these symbols stand for something abstract,
like a force of nature, a condition of the world, or an idea.
6. Point of view. Point of view refers to who is telling or narrating a story. A story can be told in three
different ways. Writers use point of view to express the personal emotions of either themselves or
their characters. The point of view of a story is how the writer wants to convey the experience to the
reader.
7. Theme. The theme in a story is its underlying message, or 'big idea.' In other words, what critical
belief about life is the author trying to convey in the writing of a novel, play, short story or poem?
This belief, or idea, transcends cultural barriers. It is usually universal in nature.
C. EXPLAIN
She stepped down from the carretela of Ca Celin with a quick, delicate grace. She was lovely. SHe was tall.
She looked up to my brother with a smile, and her forehead was on a level with his mouth.
"You are Baldo," she said and placed her hand lightly on my shoulder. Her nails were long, but they were not
painted. She was fragrant like a morning when papayas are in bloom. And a small dimple appeared momently
high on her right cheek. "And this is Labang of whom I have heard so much." She held the wrist of one hand
with the other and looked at Labang, and Labang never stopped chewing his cud. He swallowed and brought
up to his mouth more cud and the sound of his insides was like a drum.
I laid a hand on Labang's massive neck and said to her: "You may scratch his forehead now."
She hesitated and I saw that her eyes were on the long, curving horns. But she came and touched Labang's
forehead with her long fingers, and Labang never stopped chewing his cud except that his big eyes half closed.
And by and by she was scratching his forehead very daintily.
My brother Leon put down the two trunks on the grassy side of the road. He paid Ca Celin twice the usual
fare from the station to the edge of Nagrebcan. Then he was standing beside us, and she turned to him
eagerly. I watched Ca Celin, where he stood in front of his horse, and he ran his fingers through its forelock
and could not keep his eyes away from her.
"Maria---" my brother Leon said.
He did not say Maring. He did not say Mayang. I knew then that he had always called her Maria and that to
us all she would be Maria; and in my mind I said 'Maria' and it was a beautiful name.
"Yes, Noel."
Now where did she get that name? I pondered the matter quietly to myself, thinking Father might not like it.
But it was only the name of my brother Leon said backward and it sounded much better that way.
"There is Nagrebcan, Maria," my brother Leon said, gesturing widely toward the west.
She moved close to him and slipped her arm through his. And after a while she said quietly.
"You love Nagrebcan, don't you, Noel?"
Ca Celin drove away hi-yi-ing to his horse loudly. At the bend of the camino real where the big duhat tree
grew, he rattled the handle of his braided rattan whip against the spokes of the wheel.
The sun was in our eyes, for it was dipping into the bright sea. The sky was wide and deep and very blue above
us: but along the saw-tooth rim of the Katayaghan hills to the southwest flamed huge masses of clouds. Before
us the fields swam in a golden haze through which floated big purple and red and yellow bubbles when I
looked at the sinking sun. Labang's white coat, which I had wshed and brushed that morning with coconut
husk, glistened like beaten cotton under the lamplight and his horns appeared tipped with fire.
He faced the sun and from his mouth came a call so loud and vibrant that the earth seemed to tremble
underfoot. And far away in the middle of the field a cow lowed softly in answer.
"Hitch him to the cart, Baldo," my brother Leon said, laughing, and she laughed with him a big uncertainly,
and I saw that he had put his arm around her shoulders.
"Why does he make that sound?" she asked. "I have never heard the like of it."
"There is not another like it," my brother Leon said. "I have yet to hear another bull call like Labang. In all the
world there is no other bull like him."
She was smiling at him, and I stopped in the act of tying the sinta across Labang's neck to the opposite end of
the yoke, because her teeth were very white, her eyes were so full of laughter, and there was the small dimple
high up on her right cheek.
"If you continue to talk about him like that, either I shall fall in love with him or become greatly jealous."
My brother Leon laughed and she laughed and they looked at each other and it seemed to me there was a
world of laughter between them and in them.
I climbed into the cart over the wheel and Labang would have bolted, for he was always like that, but I kept
a firm hold on his rope. He was restless and would not stand still, so that my brother Leon had to say "Labang"
several times. When he was quiet again, my brother Leon lifted the trunks into the cart, placing the smaller
on top.
She looked down once at her high-heeled shoes, then she gave her left hand to my brother Leon, placed a
foot on the hub of the wheel, and in one breath she had swung up into the cart. Oh, the fragrance of her. But
Labang was fairly dancing with impatience and it was all I could do to keep him from running away.
"Give me the rope, Baldo," my brother Leon said. "Maria, sit down on the hay and hold on to anything." Then
he put a foot on the left shaft and that instand labang leaped forward. My brother Leon laughed as he drew
himself up to the top of the side of the cart and made the slack of the rope hiss above the back of labang. The
wind whistled against my cheeks and the rattling of the wheels on the pebbly road echoed in my ears.
She sat up straight on the bottom of the cart, legs bent togther to one side, her skirts spread over them so
that only the toes and heels of her shoes were visible. her eyes were on my brother Leon's back; I saw the
wind on her hair. When Labang slowed down, my brother Leon handed to me the rope. I knelt on the straw
inside the cart and pulled on the rope until Labang was merely shuffling along, then I made him turn around.
I did not say anything but tickled with my fingers the rump of Labang; and away we went---back to where I
had unhitched and waited for them. The sun had sunk and down from the wooded sides of the Katayaghan
hills shadows were stealing into the fields. High up overhead the sky burned with many slow fires.
When I sent Labang down the deep cut that would take us to the dry bed of the Waig which could be used as
a path to our place during the dry season, my brother Leon laid a hand on my shoulder and said sternly:
His hand was heavy on my shoulder, but I did not look at him or utter a word until we were on the rocky
bottom of the Waig.
"Baldo, you fool, answer me before I lay the rope of Labang on you. Why do you follow the Wait instead of
the camino real?"
Swiftly, his hand fell away from my shoulder and he reached for the rope of Labang. Then my brother Leon
laughed, and he sat back, and laughing still, he said:
"And I suppose Father also told you to hitch Labang to the cart and meet us with him instead of with Castano
and the calesa."
Without waiting for me to answer, he turned to her and said, "Maria, why do you think Father should do that,
now?" He laughed and added, "Have you ever seen so many stars before?"
I looked back and they were sitting side by side, leaning against the trunks, hands clasped across knees.
Seemingly, but a man's height above the tops of the steep banks of the Wait, hung the stars. But in the deep
gorge the shadows had fallen heavily, and even the white of Labang's coat was merely a dim, grayish blur.
Crickets chirped from their homes in the cracks in the banks. The thick, unpleasant smell of dangla bushes
and cooling sun-heated earth mingled with the clean, sharp scent of arrais roots exposed to the night air and
of the hay inside the cart.
"Look, Noel, yonder is our star!" Deep surprise and gladness were in her voice. Very low in the west, almost
touching the ragged edge of the bank, was the star, the biggest and brightest in the sky.
"I have been looking at it," my brother Leon said. "Do you remember how I would tell you that when you
want to see stars you must come to Nagrebcan?"
"Yes, Noel," she said. "Look at it," she murmured, half to herself. "It is so many times bigger and brighter than
it was at Ermita beach."
She laughed then and they laughed together and she took my brother Leon's hand and put it against her face.
I stopped Labang, climbed down, and lighted the lantern that hung from the cart between the wheels.
"Good boy, Baldo," my brother Leon said as I climbed back into the cart, and my heart sant.
Now the shadows took fright and did not crowd so near. Clumps of andadasi and arrais flashed into view and
quickly disappeared as we passed by. Ahead, the elongated shadow of Labang bobbled up and down and
swayed drunkenly from side to side, for the lantern rocked jerkily with the cart.
"Ask Baldo," my brother Leon said, "we have been neglecting him."
"Soon we will get out of the Wait and pass into the fields. After the fields is home---Manong."
I did not say anything more because I did not know what to make of the tone of her voice as she said her last
words. All the laughter seemed to have gone out of her. I waited for my brother Leon to say something, but
he was not saying anything. Suddenly he broke out into song and the song was 'Sky Sown with Stars'---the
same that he and Father sang when we cut hay in the fields at night before he went away to study. He must
have taught her the song because she joined him, and her voice flowed into his like a gentle stream meeting
a stronger one. And each time the wheels encountered a big rock, her voice would catch in her throat, but
my brother Leon would sing on, until, laughing softly, she would join him again.
Then we were climbing out into the fields, and through the spokes of the wheels the light of the lantern
mocked the shadows. Labang quickened his steps. The jolting became more frequent and painful as we
crossed the low dikes.
"But it is so very wide here," she said. The light of the stars broke and scattered the darkness so that one
could see far on every side, though indistinctly.
"You miss the houses, and the cars, and the people and the noise, don't you?" My brother Leon stopped
singing.
With difficulty I turned Labang to the left, for he wanted to go straight on. He was breathing hard, but I knew
he was more thirsty than tired. In a little while we drope up the grassy side onto the camino real.
"---you see," my brother Leon was explaining, "the camino real curves around the foot of the Katayaghan hills
and passes by our house. We drove through the fields because---but I'll be asking Father as soon as we get
home."
"Yes, Maria."
"Does that worry you still, Maria?" my brother Leon said. "From the way you talk, he might be an ogre, for all
the world. Except when his leg that was wounded in the Revolution is troubling him, Father is the mildest-
tempered, gentlest man I know."
We came to the house of Lacay Julian and I spoke to Labang loudly, but Moning did not come to the window,
so I surmised she must be eating with the rest of her family. And I thought of the food being made ready at
home and my mouth watered. We met the twins, Urong and Celin, and I said "Hoy!" calling them by name.
And they shouted back and asked if my brother Leon and his wife were with me. And my brother Leon shouted
to them and then told me to make Labang run; their answers were lost in the noise of the wheels.
I stopped labang on the road before our house and would have gotten down but my brother Leon took the
rope and told me to stay in the cart. He turned Labang into the open gate and we dashed into our yard. I
thought we would crash into the camachile tree, but my brother Leon reined in Labang in time. There was
light downstairs in the kitchen, and Mother stood in the doorway, and I could see her smiling shyly. My
brother Leon was helping Maria over the wheel. The first words that fell from his lips after he had kissed
Mother's hand were:
"He is in his room upstairs," Mother said, her face becoming serious. "His leg is bothering him again."
I did not hear anything more because I had to go back to the cart to unhitch Labang. But I hardly tied him
under the barn when I heard Father calling me. I met my brother Leon going to bring up the trunks. As I passed
through the kitchen, there were Mother and my sister Aurelia and Maria and it seemed to me they were
crying, all of them.
There was no light in Father's room. There was no movement. He sat in the big armchair by the western
window, and a star shone directly through it. He was smoking, but he removed the roll of tobacco from his
mouth when he saw me. He laid it carefully on the windowsill before speaking.
He reached for his roll of tobacco and hitched himself up in the chair.
"Was she afraid of Labang?" My father had not raised his voice, but the room seemed to resound with it. And
again I saw her eyes on the long curving horns and the arm of my brother Leon around her shoulders.
"No, Father, she was not afraid."
He was silent again. I could hear the low voices of Mother and my sister Aurelia downstairs. There was also
the voice of my brother Leon, and I thought that Father's voice must have been like it when Father was young.
He had laid the roll of tobacco on the windowsill once more. I watched the smoke waver faintly upward from
the lighted end and vanish slowly into the night outside.
The door opened and my brother Leon and Maria came in.
I told him that Labang was resting yet under the barn.
I looked at Maria and she was lovely. She was tall. Beside my brother Leon, she was tall and very still. Then I
went out, and in the darkened hall the fragrance of her was like a morning when papayas are in bloom.
Comprehension Check. Answer the following question:
1. Who are the characters in the story? Describe their role and their distinct characteristics.
4. Why did Maria feel nervous when they were approaching Leon’s house?
10. What is the lesson that you can get from the story?
B. Poetry
Poetry has always been one of the best means of expressing thoughts and feelings. The
sweetness, melody and smoothness that we feel while going through poetry, cannot be
found in any other form of literature. It exhibits a special kind of empathy that directly
touches the heart and soul of people, mainly those who can understand the deep thought
veiled behind simple lines. A good poem always comprises of certain basic elements, which
help it in achieving higher degrees of perfection in expression. In case you are interested in
reading or writing poetry, familiarity with these basic elements will help you develop a better
understanding of this melodious form of literature.
It is written with rhythm and is organized in lines and groups lines called stanzas. It is
highly imaginative and written in condensed language, stylized syntax, and figures of speech
not found in ordinary communication.
Elements of Poetry
1. Theme. It can be described as the soul of a poem. It is what the poet wants to express
through his words. It may either be a thought, a feeling, an observation, a story or an
experience.
2. Symbolism. The expression in poetry is often not direct. Rather, it makes use of several
symbolic and virtual substances and themes to express the deep hidden meaning behind
the words. The use of symbolism gives a more reflective empathy to the poem. It is one
of those basic elements of a poem that are conceived at the very beginning of the
composition.
3. Meter. It is the basic structure of a poem. It is conceived right after the theme and
symbolism of poem have been finalized. This is point where a poem takes an entirely
different structure from that of prose. Every line in a poem has to adhere to this basic
structure. The entire poem is divided into sub-units and it is made sure that a single unit
conveys a single strand of thought successfully.
4. Rhythm. For a smooth flow of expression, a musical symphony in the poem is compulsory.
A dry and broken piece of literature can never ever be good poetry, despite having a good
theme. However, it is not the rhyming between two words of consecutive lines, rather
the resonation of words along with the sounds and the music produced, when the poem
is read aloud. This musical link must not be missing in a poem.
5. Rhyme. A rhyme may or may not be present in a poem. Free verse variety of poetry does
not follow this system. However, where present, the pattern is present in different forms,
like aa, bb, cc (first line rhymes with the second, the third with fourth, and so on) and ab,
ab (first line rhymes with third and the second with fourth). Rhyme has a very significant
role in providing rhythm and flow to poem, which further helps in maintaining the
reader's interest. One effect of rhyming is to add emphasis to particular words, especially
the last in any pair or longer string of rhyming words
6. Voice. As a literary term, tone refers to the writer's attitude towards the subject of a
literary work as indicated in the work itself. One way to think about tone in poetry is to
consider the speaker's literal "tone of voice": just as with tone of voice, a poem's tone
may indicate an attitude of joy, sadness, solemnity, silliness, frustration, anger,
puzzlement, etc. One may know that the speaking voice is actually the poet's, but in the
great majority of poems it cannot assumed that speaker and poet are the same individual,
and quite often the speaker is clearly not the poet himself or herself.
7. Imagery. As applied to poetry, imagery is the use of words to convey vivid, concrete
sensory experiences. The word "image" suggests most obviously a visual image, a picture,
but imagery also includes vivid sensory experiences of smell, sound, touch, and taste as
well. Imagery goes beyond mere description to communicate an experience or feeling so
vividly that it encourages the creation of images in the mind of the reader and reader’s
experiences for themselves the specific sensations that the poet intends.
Instructions. Read carefully the poem below. Then, answer the questions that follow.
Paksiw na Ayungin
by Jose F. Lacaba
Jose Maria Flores Lacaba Jr., popularly known by his nickname Pete, was born on 25 November 1945
in Cagayan de Oro City but grew up in Pateros, Rizal. After finishing his primary education at the
Ateneo de Cagayan, he went to the Pasig Catholic College to complete his elementary and high school
education. In 1964, on his third year at the Ateneo de Manila University taking up AB English, Pete
dropped out of school. He joined the Philippines Free Press in 1965, initially working as a copyeditor
and proofreader and later as a staff writer and editor of the magazine’s Pilipino edition. He also
organized its labor union. He was a multi-awarded journalist, poet, author and screenwriter, a
lecturer at the University of the Philippines and the Ateneo de Manila University, a lyricist and has
done translations into Filipino of songs and dialogues of characters in foreign films. Among the
numerous awards and honors he has received are the CCP Centennial Honors for the Arts and the
Aruna Vasudev Lifetime Achievement Award for Writing on and for Cinema. He was a member of
“Panulat para sa Kaunlaran ng Sambayanan” (PAKSA). PAKSA, composed mainly of writers and
poets, was among the organizations that clamored for social change in the early 1970s. PAKSA and
the various organizations that comprised a broad front in the pre-martial law days, were
revolutionary. He was a political prisoner from 1974 to 1976.
Paksiw na Ayungin ni Jose F. Lacaba
Instructions: Read and analyze the story from a specific region assigned to you. Summarize the story based
on the elements of the fiction discussed previously. Present the summary to the class through a powerpoint
presentation for group reporting. Be able to include the following:
NAME/S
REGION:
TITLE:
BIOGRAPHY OF THE WRITER(Summary)
I. SETTING:
II. CHARACTERS:
III. CONFLICT:
IV.PLOT
A. BACKGROUND/BEGINNING:
B. RISING ACTION:
C. CLIMAX:
D. FALLING ACTION:
E. RESOLUTION:
V. SYMBOLISM
VI. POINT OF VIEW
VII.THEME
VIII. MORAL OF THE STORY
Region
1 MORNING IN NAGREBCAN-Manuel Arguilla
2 AT WAR’S END by Rony V. Diaz
3 FAITH, LOVE, TIME, AND DR, LAZARU-Gregorio Brillantes
4 DEAD STARS-Paz Marquez Benitez
5 SCENT OF APPLES -Bienvinido M. Santos
6 HINILAWOD-(Panay Epic)
7 SERVANT GIRL- Estrella Alfon
8 BOWAON AND TOTOON-(Waray)
9 THE WHITE HORSE OF ALIH-E. A. Enriquez
10 SMALL PEOPLE: A DAY IN THE LIVES OF COAL MINERS!- Regino L Gonzales, Jr.
11 LOVE IN THE CORNHUSKS- Aida L. Revira Ford
12 INDAPATRA AND SULAYMAN-(No author)
13 A Manobo Epic: Tuwaang Attends a Wedding- Arsenio Manuel
NCR FOOTNOTE TO THE YOUTH- Jose Garcia Villa
CAR WEDDING DANCE-Amador T Dagiuo
ARMM THE VIRGIN= Kerima Polotan Tuvera
Scoring Rubric for Oral Presentations/Group Reporting
PRESENCE
-body language & eye contact 5 4 3 2 1 0
-poise &physical organization 5 4 3 2 1 0
LANGUAGE SKILLS
-correct usage & appropriate vocabulary and grammar 5 4 3 2 1 0
-spoken loud enough to hear easily 5 4 3 2 1 0
ORGANIZATION
-clear objectives 5 4 3 2 1 0
-logical structure & signposting 5 4 3 2 1 0
MASTERY OF THE SUBJECT
-depth of commentary 5 4 3 2 1 0
-spoken, not read 5 4 3 2 1 0
-able to answer questions 5 4 3 2 1 0
VISUAL AIDS
-transparencies, slides, audio, video, etc. 5 4 3 2 1 0
OVERALL IMPRESSION
-very interesting / very boring 5 4 3 2 1 0
-very good / poor communication 5 4 3 2 1 0
E.EVALUATE
Individual Work: Poetry Writing
Instructions: Compose your own poem applying the concept learned on poetry writing. You may
choose your own theme. It should be composed of 5 stanzas with 4 lines each. Observe proper
meter and rhyme. Be able to draw the image suggested in your composition as background. Use
1/8 illustration board.
Message
Message is compelling, engaging, and very clear. 5 4 3 2 1 0
Grammar and Mechanics
Free of spelling and punctuation errors. 5 4 3 2 1 0
Grammar usage is controlled and error free. 5 4 3 2 1 0
Form
The structure is intentional and elements flow 5 4 3 2 1 0
seamlessly together to enhance meaning of
message. Poem is complete.
Technique
Effectively uses vivid vocabulary, unique details, 5 4 3 2 1 0
figurative language, and sensory details to create
tone and meaning.
Evokes a strong response from the reader. 5 4 3 2 1 0
Originality
Writer's distinct voice and unique perspective is very evident; 5 4 3 2 1 0
a highly creative and innovative
approach grabs reader.
Neatness and Style
The final draft of the poem is readable, clean, neat and attractive. 5 4 3 2 1 0
It is free of erasures and crossed-out words
Illustration
The illustration/art work is exceptionally attractive 5 4 3 2 1 0
in terms of design, layout, and neatness.
Overall Presentation
Effective and creative use of an illustration enhances 5 4 3 2 1 0
the poem’s meaning.