Edward

Jul 2020

Pradip Chattopadhyay

When the day was dying
I was back to the market.

The last time I was there
haggled with her over the price.

She wanted to sell high
I wanted to buy low.

You win she said at last
I bought high
but have to sell low.

I knew she was lying.

This time she wasn't there.

Someone said
her man had left for another woman
and she hadn't since been seen.

The deepening evening hung like a dagger of pain.

She was never good at bargain.

Jul 2020

Frank Russell

Crux

This is world weariness
seeking the Source -
tired yet concentrated
surrendering and passive
in complete earnestness.

This the bliss
of existence fully aware -
all pains, sorrows and joys
overflowing and unstoppable
in ecstatic affirmation.

This the Silence -
where there is only
a man and his maker
and the true meaning of
synonymous.

- fr

Jul 2020

Sally A Bayan

Traffic

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When the boulder was lifted,
Pandemonium started.
Everyone, in a flurry-
The usually slow flow
Of movements.
Now done in haste:
Moving out
Moving in
Resettling
Reorganizing
Moving shelter
Moving food supply
Everyone has to hurry
Confusion
shouts in every corner.
Still, peace is kept
In their lined activities
Though, getting hurt is inevitable.
How could there be so much
Hope and patience,
When soon enough,
Another boulder would be lifted?
Demolition is nearing,
Construction would soon be starting,
Desolation, all is expecting,
Still, they move on,
They live on.
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We, could learn so much from
These industrious, persevering living beings.
They are brimming with wisdom,
These tiny,
Slow-moving, fellow creatures,
Called
Ants.

Sally

Copyright November 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

(A repost from 2013...edited a bit.)