Declamation Piece- “I’ve been stood up on my wedding day”

I’ve 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?

Father’s eyes were apprehensive – – “Madeline – – this is preposterous! – – – Didn’t 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 youth’s 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 she’s 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, you’re not ready for it. I guess you have to listen to your parents
this time!” But I didn’t!” 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 women’s lib movement.

That phone keeps on ringing. Alright, Mother, alright, I’m answering it. Hello – – – Hello
– – – Hello!! Don’t you darling me Mr. Jonathan Anderson – – – may I be privileged to
know where were you at nine o’clock sharp this morning? What? Do you know what
you did? Well – – – if you don’t – – – then, you’ll never knew!!!

I’ve been stood up on my wedding day because my groom forgot and fell
asleep. Marriage at eighteen – – – how do you like that?

Declamation Piece- I KILLED HIM BECAUSE I LOVED HIM

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, he’s the best player in our basketball team, and he’s the
heartthrob of our school. OH my gosh! His name? Guess what? who? Robbie Satillian
isn’t 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 that’s 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 can’t 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 didn’t 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. I’m supposed to give that medal and pin that
ribbon, because I’m his wife, I’m 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, “It’s none of your business” he said
but Robbie I’m your wife, “You’re 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 can’t just leave me” (pointing the gun to his face) “You can just leave me,
Robbie.” “You can’t just do this honey. be calm, be calm”…….”No, no, no you can’t just
leave me, Robbie. You can’t 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… I’m so sorry.

And now honorable judge gentlemen of the jury people of the Philippines judge me am i
guilty or not guilty?

Declamation Piece- “JUVENILE DELINQUENT”

Am I a juvenile delinquent? I’m a teenager; I’m young, young at heart in mind. In this
position, I’m 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! Can’t 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, here’s 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 can’t 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 that’s
not what you can see in me.

Here’s a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strengthen
her life into contentment.

Honorable judge, friends and teachers…is this the girl whom you commented a juvenile
delinquent?.

Declamation Piece- “AM I TO BE BLAMED?”

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 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, you’ll do it, won’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?

Declamation Piece- Taken For Granted

“Christians? Christians?”

Have you heard that call? They’re looking for me. That’s definitely me. You’re in doubt
and Why? You want me to give you proofs? Oh! That’s 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 you’re telling me that you are in doubt?

How dare you to question me?

Can’t you see? Or Are you blind? I am the true definition of a Christian. You’re so
pathetic; you don’t have the right to question me that way.
What?! You want to ask me more?!… I’ll think about it for a second. Hmhm… Ok! I’m
sure I’ll be able to answer all your questions fluently. Go… Ask me….

You’re 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 that’s 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?! I’m not a liar. I’m telling you the truth in fact I went to church last three Sundays
straight and Oh my Gosh Cris is in the stage he’s starting to play the guitar.

Ooops I slip!

Ok fine. I went to church three times straight without absent b-because of Cris. He’s
cute, he’s talented. And I’m still there for the Lord.

Liar? I’m not a liar. I am still a Christian. It so happen that I don’t have any projects that
Sunday.

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

Don’t shout! Ahhh! I said I’m 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 don’t know what Christianity is?

Ok! I go to church not because of Christ but because of Chris! I’m sleeping every time
there is a sermon because I only love the music. I don’t read my Bible because I guess
that’s boring. I sing… “Jesus, I surrender I draw nearer, I fall down” but the truth I’m 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
works…I don’t 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 don’t 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, he’s been good to me. But I always take him for granted. I’m doing
things not for his glory but for my own. I should live for him because he died for me. I’m
so ashamed now. But Lord you still forgave me. You’re so good. And you brought me to
my knees.
Now I’m talking and standing in front of you and I don’t 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
he’s been waiting for you too… If you believe you have him, you may now shout what
Carman once wrote “Jesus is the Champion”.

Declamation Piece- 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 where 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, 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 bad…then, you’ve got to help me! Help me! Oh please…Help me!

Declamation Piece- I KILLED HER

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 don’t 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 I’ve 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 couldn’t even
use it at my mother’s 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….. Don’t 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!!!

Declamation Piece- Vengeance is Not Ours, It’s God’s

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 Nippon’s discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father’s side pleading.
“Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” I pulled
my father’s 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, “I’ll have vengeance, vengeance!”
“No, Oscar. Vengeance, it’s God’s,” said mother.
But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. “Vengeance is mine not the
Lord’s”. “No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s” 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, it’s God’s. . . . It’s. . . . God’s. .
It’s…

DECLAMATION PIECE- A GLASS OF COLD WATER

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. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must
get ready for the party!

Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!

“Child, are you still there?”

“Hmp! That’s my mama”

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

“Mama, I’m 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 can’t leave the party at
once. I have to dance with everybody who proposed to me.

At last, the party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired. So, I went home to tell mama
what happened.
“Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. “Mama, I’m home!” Nobody answers. Where is she? I
look for her in the sala, but she’s 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!

Hello world!

Filipinos are good in delivering speeches such as declamation, oration, and even choral
recitation and jazz chants. Delivering those speeches are already their talents, hobbies
and skills.

Students are also needed to be taught and be trained by their teachers on how to
declaim, orate, do the choral recitation and jazz chants properly. Sometimes, a chosen
piece will be given to the students for them to memorize and deliver it in front of the
class.

This blog will give you the different copy of declamation, oration, speech choir and jazz
chants pieces that I have collected. It is very useful to all students who are assigned by
their teachers to look for a piece to be performed in the class. It is also also useful to the
teachers looking for the best piece to be given to their students. Parents can also view
here the best piece that they think suited for their child who joins in different
declamation, oration contests.

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