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Wistfully
Wishfully
My daydream drift
Takes me eye to eye
And hand in hand
On a sunny morning
Somewhere
Settling dust
Step by step
And side by side
There's a tide close by
Responding to gravity
And gravity of sorts
Draws our souls
Fatefully
Inevitably
Together

                     By Phil Roberts
I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?
Free spirit, soul,
 Jan 2017 Elisa Maria Argiro
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Humans are angels
who were prohibited to leave

They are angels
who fell toward the earth
only to keep on falling
toward someone else

They are angels
who were tasked to stay
maybe for a purpose
or for a role
or sometimes
only for a while

But be cautious
because as soon as they get attached to someone;
their wings start to grow

before you even blink
they've already flown
What is Life, but a chance to live Life.
What is Hope, there is none without Christ.
What is Love, but to give this gift freely away.
What is time, but the presence to share freely.
To share thy gifts , to draw others to Christ.
What is each goal, but to love one another freely.
For each and everyone of you truly are a present.
For each and everyone of you are truly important.
Each and everyone of you are an inspiration too.
Each and everyone of you truly do inspire me too.
You are the best thing in my life.
You have always been there for me.
All I want is to be your wife.
However, that isn't what you see.

You see me as a person to keep.
A person to hold.
It sometimes makes me feel cheap.
I'm afraid to be bold.

I want to be your wife.
It is as simple as that.
Why can't you decide on your life?
What do you feel like you can't have that?

My love for you is real.
You are all I think about.
Everything about this is surreal.
I can't even think being without.

I want to be  your wife.
It is as simple as that.
Let me be a permanent part of your life.
As I had reached the immigration counter at the airport, the Immigration Officer began to recite his script of questions.
He began with, “What is your occupation?”
I replied “I am a proud healthcare professional who provides services to My customers with a pinch of love, a sense of morality, and a wide, whole Hearted smile”.

He then followed with, “Show me your ID".
I answered him with a soft voice, and replied respectfully,
“Sir, my identity can be found in the smiling and happy faces of all of the People around the world, it can be found in the hearts of the pure, and in The minds of the creative and kind souls.

The officer had a reserved look on his face and displayed a look of Hesitation. This made me feel that he was starting to listen to my Message.
He replied in a stern voice, “Where are you from?”
I answered with a smile,
"I come from this same beautiful earth.
I’ve grown up dreaming of reaching the moon just as you have, and when I’m truly touched, you can see the twinkling stars in my eyes.
I too have experienced the raging winds,
I’ve danced to the rhythm of the waves of the ocean, I’ve shared in singing The melody of the birds.
Sir, I am from the same sacrificing mother, I come from the same land, the Land of the free and the home of the brave".

The officer tried to contain his amusement, as he continued his recitation.
“What type of religion do you follow?”
I swiftly responded, “I follow the universal religion of kindness that believes that all people are created equal.
My religion believes in judging people based on their inner beauty, their true kindness, their generosity, and their ability to be compassionate."

With a big smile and a twinkle in his eyes, the officer responded, “Well sir, what have you packed in your luggage?”
"In this luggage, I have all of my great dreams, my endless yearning, my longing, my childhood memories, my experiences, and a whole lot of love, hope, and inspiration.
I also have some seeds that I plan to plant to develop positive change in this world."

I saw a tear roll down the officer’s cheek. Then he told me, with a voice full of emotion, “Brother, I hope you have a safe trip. Please take care of yourself, and continue on with your journey."

Hussein Dekmak
Edited 2
Near blind
no longer able

to follow the path
under the bridge

to stream’s edge where
White-tailed deer bow

and drink
pink tongues flick,

eyes
wide.
Mnemonic...

Over my mug of steaming coffee,
...i see cookies and a fruit...sliced,
to freshen my breath after my coffee break....

one glance...

one unexpected glance, took me back... to
when i decided to do something for myself,
to be happy.....and to be somebody....but,
finally....i fought the desire, to be defiant...
those awakenings, and newfound feelings,
still haunt my evenings...the hurting, somewhat
changed me, and my beliefs.......i realized that,

at some point in one's life, a chance moment
unfolds on a landing...clear to the eyes...on a mission,
to change attitudes...to erase wrong impressions,
triggered by unpleasant experiences....i have also
discovered....at the right time, somebody comes,
......like an angel with hidden wings...to soften
our hardened minds....to melt our frozen hearts,
ease our tensed opinions...offer us a healing balm.
sometimes, a place, or a face, becomes a kind of paper
that can't be crumpled, or destroyed...so hard to forget.
anyone...anything, that strikes the heart hard,
easily comes back, with the slightest reminder,
catches you..........unprepared....

this fruit on the table, in silence, it just sits there,
...unaware of its being mnemonic...doesn't matter,
if it's fresh, rotten, or candied...a plum, apple or pear
....................would prompt me, to remember,
over my mug of steaming coffee...


Sally


Copyright July 27, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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