Sally A Bayan
Sally A Bayan
1 day ago

Coming home from the mass,
body stretches became endless
no hurried showers were done
some returned to bed, everything
was on a slow pace....but then,
kitchen aromas roused sluggish senses,
revealed garlic and onion sauteing,
beef stewing, stuffed fish grilling,
even the smell of parched soil, being
sprinkled with water...became fragrant...
all rushed to the table...for lunch...
..............................................

dessert,­ was a choice...nothing...or,
slices of pie..fresh strawberries dipped
in condensed milk...peanuts, sour
chips, or salty tortillas, with salsa,
all these, over loud talks...whispers,
wholesome family conversations,
where endings are ever unpredictable
...............................................

ea­ch Sunday carries a different mood
...with cups of tea, or coffee, when
discussions are serious, long, hushed...
most times, they're a tall glass of sundae,
with shaved ice, sago, sweetened yam,
or, beans, milk, and sugar........
decisions made, and agreed upon
are the multi colored toppings,
pretty much like syrup.....or ice cream...
...................................................

sev­en days.....with different names...
each family member brings in a new shade
we do our best, to start, and end each day
................with pleasant airs
.................especially on Sundays,
......when families gather together...
..................................................


­Sally


Copyright March 26, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

(a recent Sunday in the family)
Paige Davis
Paige Davis
2 days ago

I woke up in the afternoon and took a shower.
After a quick trip to town for a pack of smokes and sinus pills,
I spent some time cleaning my apartment.
I did the dishes, swept my old floors, tossed some things in the trash, and straightened up my room.
My boyfriend had some friends come over and we smoked a few bowls,
and while they continued laughing in the living room I snuck off to watch the British version of house hunters.

Then I began to get ready for work.
Putting my hair up, mascara, jeans and an old t-shirt.
And now it's 4:13 a.m and I'm listening to Ed Sheeran as I clean some more, while day dreaming of my bed.

#work   #sunday  

Oh sleepless night why come tonight?
Curiosity lead me astray
Now sleepless night show me thine telescopic sight

Oh sleepless night why torment me?
Thou came at a strange time in life
Sensuality cover of my sanity

Oh sleepless night why hinder rest?
Youthful travels delay gateways
Yesterdays, break of day, spiritual decay

Oh sleepless night how do you rest?
Time passes yet you do not lay down
Sleepless night show thine sunday best among the rest

Envoi:
Thine heart shalt rest no more,
Find eternal peace by the shore.

#sleep   #time   #strange   #torment   #youth   #tonight   #rest   #sunday  

...
INSIDE DISCUSSING TRUCE

  AM   The  windows  have railings,    W 
 
   I    Which are protected by a wall  I

      AS   Outside  lays the entire world   TH  

M  Y             D  E  M  O  N  S
...

Love is how you want it to be
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_qtlT96weU
#self   #life   #confused   #window   #demons   #bars   #sunday   #perplexed  

Close Enough To Sunday

It’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to these events,
where everyone’s dressed up,

but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…

written about ten books,
multiple international best sellers,
#1 Poetry Book in The World,
3 times in a row for worse or for better,

but really,
what am I saying,
and really,
what are you saying,

it’s all fckt up,
and we all know it,
still we pretend it’s all good till the end,
we had a Chance we just needed to not blow it,

but we did,
we neglected the earth,
even though we all knew and know,
that that Moment of Truth will hurt,

I can’t even have a drink at a club,
without feeling guilty for the pollution we’ve caused,
even when those drinks are free and served with a smile,
because I know that smile is covering some recently retreated sores,

we’ve neglected the poor,
and caused significant scars,
on the skin of the earth,
now Musk wants to colonize Mars,

and that’s not a shot at Elon,
I trust him and his vision,
he’s a genius creation,
a creative genius that generally makes good decisions,

I’m just saying,
given the current position,
whether Elon Musk or a homeless pigeon,
we’re all fckt and that’s the fckn situation,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to these events,
where everyone’s dressed up,

but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…

still I put in work,
verse after verse,
cliche and cliche,
the Gift & The Curse,

like somehow,
I’ll be able to write all our wrongs,
answer all the questions,
and celebrate with sounds,

make Love and make Mysteries,
with a Stranger in a Strange Town,
and I’ve been up till way too Late:30 lately,
too tired to debate or hesitate when it’s time to get down,

down,
here,
the sky looks so beautiful,
the clouds,
from the ground,
are everything I choose to show,

so,
whatever,
what more can we say,
let’s go,
wherever,
‘cause when we've got it all the only thing we want to get is away,

want for nothing else,
it’s Close Enough to Sunday,
let’s take some time to take some time,
no need to go right now ‘cause we all go one way or another one day,

soon,

so,
so what,
so,
we’re fckt,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to these events,
where everyone’s dressed up,

but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

#sad   #depressed   #happy   #party   #sunday   #weekend   #illuminati  
kristina
kristina
Feb 26

when you love someone
there are no ifs, no buts
no maybes, no whys
you just love them
and you love them with all of your heart

#love   #poetry   #life   #heart   #someone   #sunday  
Traveler
Traveler
Feb 26

In the foxholes
Of my childhood plight
I prayed and prayed
With all my might
Praying to be forgiven
For the imperfections
Of life
Yet these were merely
The symptoms
Of an ideology
Of either black
Or definitely white

With the rudimentary
Truths concealed
Those miracles
Seem so damn real
I could never lose
My faith
In that childhood
Holding place

When the years pass
In deep thought
Ultimate conclusions
Result

Each of us
An eye
From different views
Allegiance forged
In the comfort of norm
Evolutionary rules
Oh how I miss you
Invisible spirit being
Oh my contemporary
Youth...

Traveler Tim
#poet   #lazy   #sunday   #re-post  

Some days
Sundays mostly
I feel separate from time
A cold leg
A sun-warm shoulder
Roadkill on the passing lane
Quiet
Empty streets
The smell of dust and sunshine
And thoughts of nothing
Not empty
Not full
A bleach-white church
Against a February-blue sky
Evergreens
And dead oaks
Tangling dirty and muddy
How can those boards
Look so clean?

February 19, 2017
#time   #empty   #trees   #morning   #february   #church   #sunday  

We'll never be able to change the world
We don't even have the means to change our fucking wallpaper!

We are protesting against
all the unfair things that our government is doing,
in the same way we go to church:
preachers and inciters, daily,
some of us do it on Sunday,
others only when a big religious event comes around the corner;
some of us never go,
and only end up thinking about it
before going to bed,
alone,
in our room,
in the dark.

We seldom forget that we came to this world
with the only mission of making ourselves unforgettable.

We have mixed feelings
about all the calls to action
that we stumble upon in the
whore wide web,
we feel guilt and
despair when is too late
and regret not doing the right things
or doing them wrong,
we are not model citizens,
we are just fake citizens
that work from time to time as holy fashion models.

Forgive us for lying to ourselves
when we're lying in bed,
naked,
isolated.
Forgive us for not having a voice
when the choir needed us.
Forgive us for making excuses
for all the bad excuses we had.
Forgive us for all the love that
you haven't had the chance to give us.
Forgive us for
not wanting to be forgiven.

we are not gods.
you are not gods.
gods are not good.

We'll never be able to change the world,
but we're hoping to be the ones that are changed by the world.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELKbtFljucQ]

#feelings   #not   #dark   #guilt   #government   #protest   #sunday   #bet   #citizen   #romania  

I lay awake and try to think of a time before I loved you,
try to imagine what it felt like
before your heart made a home inside of mine
and the whole of the universe came together

Closing my eyes,
I feel sad
for the girl I was then -- so long ago
but sometimes it feels like yesterday
and its lurking too close
for me to truly forget

Fate is always waiting for me to roll the die.

#love   #short   #reflection   #easy   #morning   #sunday  
 
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