Orations and Declamation
Orations and Declamation
Orations and Declamation
I’m proud I belong. Yes, I belong to a family, so proud to belong to a Filipino Family. I came from
islandsrippled with sun, where days have green briers and nights are warm with
moon and stars. I’m glad to
belong to a Filipino Family, because curdling my loins is blood, rich as milk, for I
was born of Sultans,Rajahs, Kings, Soldiers, Heroes, who fought to sing the poetry of
freedom. I belong to a Filipino Family, Ilive in a Filipino home, my house is my land, virgin,
brown, wombed-out of loam, volcanic rock andshells, carpeted with rice, coconuts, canes,
trees, that rise as temples of grapple winds, rains, mightyrivers, furrowing the earth. As I
belong to a Filipino Family, I walk with my shadow as a marriage of flags,Malays,
Chinese, American, Japanese, while in my bones slept quietly as a bride, vanquish
desires of emperors who dreamt of empires, gold trade, and spice. Though I fail to breathe, I
stand with theancient, for my love and loyalty to a Filipino Family are as fish to the
sea. I belong to a Filipino Familywho believes in goodness and bounty of God, who
believes in grandeurs of charity and in piece, wholooks upon all men as brothers,
whose task, it is to love, who sees that all men are equal, that all menare free, but
who considers justice behind bars, as a cure for ills of man. I belong to a Filipino
Family wholoves 97 million Filipinos planting rice, husking coconuts, throwing nets
far into the pacific, hacking
mountains of Iron, Coal, Chrome, Manganese, and Timber to live. I’m proud I
belong. Yes, I belong to aFilipino Family. Do you?
Great fighters, at the end, become great heroes. They may do the wrong deed but they
carry the right will. Andres Bonifacio, Emilio Aguinaldo, Ninoy Aquino are amongst the
Filipino fighters who have been the Filipino super heroes in times of crises. Manny
Pacquiao once said, “I could fight every day – if that gives peace to my country” Ladies
and gentlemen, the intention matters more than the act. What you see may not be what
it is because your eyes can be blinded; but, your heart’s desire will never be.
If your best friend, who knows your secret, could be your best enemy; then I should say
that your best enemy, who loves to pair up with you and beat you, could be your best
friend.
War, fights, competitions, games, and plays are of different heights and with different
definitions, but all have one goal – to declare winner and to offer unity afterwards. Hitler
for instance, the world’s war genius and a master of Utopia, he is a dreamer of an
impossible paradise. He once ruined the human race with of his ambitions. He has been
the renowned killer of millions of civilians and another millions of soldiers during the
Second World War. Sad – Yes! So sad to imagine the picture he included in the history.
But when you look into his objective, he just dreamt of a one-race-one-world paradise;
nevertheless, of inappropriate ways.
Manny Pacquiao, a fighter who is willing to destroy his face and break his jaw, the
notorious terminator of Mexican boxers, he who is a great fighter who becomes a great
hero of every street and every home, a hero of every child and every grown-up, and of
every Filipino people in his every fight. But with his every fight, his victory leads his
nation to a joyous celebration from Basco to Jolo. His victory leads him to build a
community of friends from the Latin America to Europe, to Mainland America to Asia.
He is a fighter and he is a hero.
The Philippine Azkals also aimed to unite the country with their game. Their primary
objective is, of course, to win their game but they also wanted to inspire the Filipino
people to face the globe and take the spot light. Now, they’ve placed the country into a
greater heights; they’ve awaken many Filipinos to dream higher; they’ve inspired our
children to be a fighter and to be a hero.
On the other side of the battlefield, Charice Pempengco, Lea Salonga, and Shamcey
Supsup work and win their every act in the international scene. They searched and
joined auditions. They won their every challenge. Now, they represent the country with
their world class talents. Truly, that with great intention one could possiblize
impossibles.
Co-contenders, respected coaches, panel of judges, our dear spectators, we are here
today not to defeat our opponents; we are here today not to oppress one’s rights; we
are here not to declare superiority against someone. We must be here to be sisters and
brothers; we must be here to create larger circle of friends; we must be here to offer
unity; remember, we are here to promote friendship, camaraderie, oneness, and
benevolence towards one another.
Look outside this hall. See our fighters in the field. Do you see their smiles? Do you see
how happy are they? Ladies and gentlemen, if to meet friends is to meet enemies, if to
see chance is to see war, if to reach for a dream is to struggle for a challenge. Then
let’s go for it – then we could be families later. Let us promote goodwill through sports
and socio-cultural activities! Good day!
Great Orators
The word “oration” comes from the Latin word “oratio” for “speech” and “orare” for “to plead,
speak, or pray.” It is a speech that is usually elaborate and dignified. The word “oratory”
refers to the art of public speaking. An “orator” is a public speaker.
Some of the greatest orators of recent times include:
Martin Luther King
Adolf Hitler
Abraham Lincoln
John F. Kennedy
Barack Obama
Bill Clinton
Ronald Reagan
Winston Churchill
Tony Blair
Charles de Gaulle
Gandhi
Margaret Thatcher
Examples of oration go back to the ancient Greek civilization.
Plato and Aristotle were well known orators and the art of public speaking was taught
for use in court, politics, or any time the need arose.
The Romans took this skill and added to its instruction the study of grammar and how to
prepare speeches, as well as studies in the humanities. They added humor to the speeches
and it evolved into a form of entertainment with skilled orators making a good living.
DECLAMATION
"Bad Girl" 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 I’m a bad girl? A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?
That’s 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, I’m a bad girl, but where are my parents? You! You! You are my good parents? My
good elder brother & sister in this society were I live? Look…look at me…What 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,
mahjong tables, bars and night clubs. You even landed on the headline of the news paper 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 bad…then, you’ve got to help me! Help me! Oh please…Help me!
1.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
4.
Am I to Be Blamed?
This is a moving piece about a young girl arrested for stealing. She pleads her case to the police
officers and tells her life story.
They're chasing me, they're 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 imprison 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 entered 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
food 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 breathes no more. If you were in my
place, you'll do it, wouldn't you Captain? What? You won't still believe in me? Come and I'll show you
a dilapidated shanty by a railroad.
Mother, mother I'm 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? She's already gone! Do you hear me? She's already gone. Am I to be blamed
for the things I have done?
Again, this piece is a longer one (though not as long "The Tell-Tale Heart"). You can easily find it in
full, but here is an excerpt to give you a feel:
"Once upon a time, the tao owned a piece of land. It was all he owned. But he cherished it, for it
gave him three things, having which, he was content: life, first of all, and liberty, and happiness.
Then one day the Spaniard came and commanded him to pay tribute to the crown of Spain. The tao
paid tribute. And he was silent — he was certain that he was still the master of his land.
The Spaniard became rich. But with riches, evil entered into him and he came to the tao a second
time. He read to the tao a formidable document saying: “According to this decreto real, which
unfortunately you cannot read, this that you have been paying me is not tribute but rent, for the land
is not yours but mine.” The tao paid tribute and said nothing … He ceased to be a freeman. He
became a serf. Still the tao held his peace. The rent went up and up. The tao starved.
And this time at last he spoke. Not in words, but with that rustic instrument with which he cleared the
land once his own — the bolo. He transformed it from an instrument of tillage to an instrument of
death, and with it drove away the stranger."
O Captain! My Captain!
This poem by Walt Whitman is a memorable one that many students deliver. Dedicated to Abraham
Lincoln, this poem talks about a fallen captain who would no longer be around to witness the clear
waters and solid land that his ship has come upon after weathering tumultuous waves and tempests.
This is a sad poem, expressing the grievance of a people who have lost their leader.
I have included the first stanza here, but take a look at the Poetry Foundation for a copy of the poem
that is correctly formatted; as you will be able to see, it does make a difference.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
A Psalm of Life
"The Psalm of Life" is a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (another personal favorite) that
expresses a beautiful message of life: to make use of our time on earth, to pursue dreams, and just
LIVE!
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Sonnet XLIII
"MEMORIES"
Nothing compares to having a family, a complete, happy family. I am proud to have had one.
Unforgettable memories of a sweet childhood, growing up with pure love and affection, so many
people wanted to have. I was nourished with hope, that someday I'll have something more than I've
expected.
My parents gave me everything. They wanted me to have the best of endless possibilities. I owe my
life to them. I am nothing without them. They are the reason why I have a fighting spirit, to finish
what I've started, to give my best everytime and never give up in times of troubles.
It was my time to serve them. I am young and free, but why should I push myself to this
responsibility? Why?.....because in this life, you can never tell when your closing ceremony is about
to arrive. But it was over before I've started.
"God, why did you take them from me?"
"You're so unfair!"
"Why them?"
"Take me instead!"
They were gone. I am now alone. I can honestly say, I am nothing. I don't have them anymore.
"God, please give me a chance to embrace them for the last time."
But I know it isn't possible. I've had a lot chances. I just didn't make the best of it. Life is really full of
surprises , not always good ones, some are worth tears. Deep inside my heart, I am longing. But I
should move on with my life. Nothing could bring them back. If the stairway to heaven is for real, I
would use it no matter how far it would take me. If that's the only chance, then I am ready.
I salute those parents who have given their all. The most selfless people you would ever know.
Nothing compares to the love you have given. The perfect friends, there's nothing less.
One day, we shall meet again. Excitement fills my broken heart. Only you could complete me. So,
when I see you, I know you're holding the missing piece.